My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 568: What is that thing?

Chapter 568: Chapter 568: What is that thing?

Now only half of the eighteen players remained, they didn’t trust Han Fei except for Wu Shan, and the other survivors were ready to act alone.

In the gradually transforming Shrine World, the fate of these lone wolves was almost certainly sealed.

"Sigh." Han Fei sighed softly, "It’s all Shen Luo’s fault."

Wu Shan didn’t know why Han Fei said this. He stood next to Han Fei with a bitter smile, "Do you remember the assistant of Qiangwei? She and another female player are planning to enter the Plastic Surgery Hospital as clients to gather information tomorrow. No matter how I tried to persuade them, they wouldn’t listen to me. The others also have their own agendas. Achong has run away alone, my friend is watching Du Shu outside the maze, and a few are led by a prisoner, suspecting that Qiangwei has discovered the secret of the Black Box, and now they are also targeting the Plastic Surgery Hospital."

This group of players exhibited human greed and selfishness to the fullest. When Qiangwei and the Boss were still around, they obeyed their commands and unified as one.

Now, with the Boss missing and Qiangwei trapped, some of them began to think with the most malicious intent.

Qiangwei, the most famous Black Box Hunter in the country and one of the founders of the Inevitable Truth website, held a lot of information about the Black Box. Now that he had disappeared deep within the Plastic Surgery Hospital, the players were not only without plans to rescue him but also felt that Qiangwei might be trying to monopolize the Black Box.

"Give me all the information Qiangwei sent you, let me see."

"The information is with Qiangwei’s assistant, I only know some parts of the messages. They have another way to communicate." Wu Shan spread his hands, "I wanted Qiangwei’s assistant to come with me, but she thought it was meaningless."

"No worries." Han Fei nodded and asked another question, "What exactly did you see in the Plastic Surgery Hospital last night? What scared you so much?"

"It’s a long story, but I feel that the worst nightmares in the mortal world are nothing compared to what I experienced last night." Wu Shan leaned on the railing, his hands beginning to tremble involuntarily just by recalling the scene, "Last night, Qiangwei, Achong, and two other companions entered the Plastic Surgery Hospital. They had scouted in advance, prepared for two days, and knew that Du Shu was going to have a special ’therapy’ session last night. Everyone decided to abduct Du Shu during the therapy because it was a fully enclosed private therapy. Even if someone inside disappeared, those outside wouldn’t know, allowing enough time to escape after success."

"This sounds pretty normal to me?"

"The key is that the ’therapy’ is not the ’therapy’ you imagine," Wu Shan’s scalp tingled, "I was responsible for the rendezvous last night. When they hadn’t come out by the agreed time, I activated the backup plan, contacted the assistant, and snuck over myself. The Plastic Surgery Hospital, which was bustling during the day, felt as eerie as a morgue at night. It was even stranger because, despite knowing the map by heart, I almost got lost inside. After groping around for half an hour, I finally made contact with Qiangwei, who instructed me to immediately go to Building 2 for the pick-up."

Wu Shan appeared somewhat normal at this point, but as he prepared to continue, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils rolled up, and he began violently vomiting.

It was unclear what Wu Shan had eaten, but what he threw up was all black water.

It took a few minutes for Wu Shan to return to normal, "After I entered Building 2, I saw several patients blankly standing in the corridor. Their bandages were falling off their faces. Do you know what their faces looked like?"

Wu Shan became quite agitated, "The patients’ faces had been hollowed out, under the bandages was a pitch-black hole!"

"Are you sure you saw a person? In what pose did they appear?"

"I’m telling the truth!" Wu Shan looked at Han Fei very seriously.

"I know, I’m not questioning you."

"Then why are you so calm? Do you think I’m exaggerating?" Wu Shan really wanted to describe the scene in detail, but his expressive ability was indeed weak.

"I’ve seen those things in the hospital before, so I wasn’t surprised," Han Fei would probably scare the players enough to make them delete their accounts and quit the game if he disclosed his own experiences.

"Alright." Wu Shan rubbed his temples and continued, "Those patients whose faces were hollowed out, they looked more like plants than humans, it felt as if they were like rice, ripe to be harvested."

"So, they couldn’t perceive anything happening outside? They had no soul or thoughts?"

"You could say that." Wu Shan, as if he had returned to the hospital last night, broke into a cold sweat as he spoke, "I walked past them, struggling with unease, to the place Qiangwei had told me to go. The room was large, its purpose unclear. I waited about five minutes, then Achong, carrying a woman wrapped in a shroud, rushed towards me. What followed was the most unforgettable scene of horror."

Staring straight at Han Fei, Wu Shan’s body trembled slightly, "The whole corridor began to drip blood, and faces started appearing on Achong’s body!"

Han Fei felt as if he had seen this scene before, in the Mirror Clinic in the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area, he had entered a room completely made up of human faces.

"What happened after that?"

"Achong and I ran towards the outside, but Qiangwei didn’t come out. Achong said that he and Qiangwei were being chased by a monster, and Qiangwei lured the monster deep into several buildings in the hospital," Wu Shan grabbed his own hair, "After I met up with Achong, all the wards seemed to start acting up, hiding countless ghosts, a Ghost Nest!"

After hearing Wu Shan’s words, Han Fei fell into deep thought.

The only people who really knew what happened that night were Qiangwei and the masochist Achong, but now with Qiangwei missing and Achong having fled alone, only the terrified Wu Shan was left.

"Han Fei, what should we do now? Qiangwei said the way to leave the Hidden Map is in that hospital, he even said that dying in this Hidden Map might lead to actual death! But the prisoners say that Qiangwei is trying to hog the Black Box for himself, so he made up such an unbelievable excuse. I don’t know who to believe anymore!"

"Don’t panic." Han Fei used his Word Spirit ability to calm Wu Shan down, "You said last night’s encounter was scarier than the most terrifying nightmare, but after hearing what you described, it seems to me that you usually don’t have really frightening nightmares."

"What do you mean?" Wu Shan didn’t quite understand.

"Take it easy, you’ll get used to it eventually." Han Fei also managed to gather some information from Wu Shan, "Avoid any contact with me for now, be careful in case the police find something, I will apply for a job at the Plastic Surgery Hospital tomorrow, hoping to rescue Qiangwei as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you." Wu Shan saw that Han Fei was about to leave and chased after him, "Han Fei, is what Qiangwei said really true? If you die here, will you really die?"

"You believe such nonsense?" Han Fei patted Wu Shan on the shoulder, "Qiangwei doesn’t know a damn thing about the Hidden Map. Trust me, if you die here, your body can most likely still function normally."

"Then I’m relieved."

"At most, your memories will be stripped away step by step, and eventually brain death will occur, turning you into one of those faceless monsters, a walking corpse roaming this world."

"Bang!"

Wu Shan’s legs weakened and he tripped to the ground, his face pale with fright.

"Don’t be scared, I’ll protect you. Compared to the other players, you’ve chosen the most correct path," Han Fei used the ability of Word Spirit with every sentence he spoke, able to evoke any emotion in Wu Shan.

With master-level acting, Word Spirit Curse, and continuous psychological hints, the gap between Wu Shan and Han Fei was too vast, making Wu Shan involuntarily feel that Han Fei was his only lifeline and he had to cling to him tightly.

Han Fei could use the Word Spirit five times a day, and he wouldn’t waste it; right now, he also needed a reliable errand boy.

"You take good care of yourself, tell me immediately if anything happens, and keep in touch."

After giving instructions to Wu Shan, Han Fei stealthily left, moving as fast as a ghost, disappearing into the night if one blinked.

"I’ve almost done what I can, and now I need to use my limited life to help Fu Sheng resolve one last threat."

He glanced back at the Plastic Surgery Hospital in the distance and murmured in his mind, "Time to go to work."

Avoiding surveillance, Han Fei ran back home, buying lots of treats for the kids on the way, and the family happily dined together.

At the same time, in the old house where Han Fei once lived, Zhang Yu and his subordinates began their revelry.

Gulping down drink after drink, Zhang Yu enjoyed his subordinates’ flattery and laughed unrestrainedly.

He had never felt this happy before, feeling as if his life had reached its peak.

"Brother Zhang, the top management values you the most now. Such an important project entrusted to you alone, it feels like you might very well take President Zhao Qian’s place in the future!"

"Fu Yi is just a kept man. If it weren’t for President Zhao Qian’s favoritism, do you think he could ever match up to Brother Zhang based on merit?"

"Drink! Drink! Now that Fu Yi has been dismissed, their little department is probably going to be disbanded too. Boss, how about bringing Li Guo’er to our department? She’s capable, good-looking, and has a nice personality."

"You don’t need to tell me; I was already planning to poach her!" Zhang Yu leaned back on the sofa, propping his shoes up on the seat, "Fu Yi was living the sweet life, honestly, I’m quite jealous."

Looking at the large house in the city center, a deep jealousy flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into smugness, "Now he’s got nothing left, the game he produced for over half a year, his job, reputation, house, and..."

Seemingly reminded of something, the jealousy in Zhang Yu’s eyes flared up again; he set down his drink, lit a cigarette, and walked towards the balcony.

Closing the balcony door, Zhang Yu took a few deep breaths. He took out his phone and dialed Zhao Qian’s number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

"Sister Qian, I’ve just moved into a new place and everyone is here, maybe you want to..."

"Congratulations. Is there anything else?" The indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, almost as if the word ’perfunctory’ was stamped onto Zhang Yu’s face.

"I was just saying..."

"If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. Remember to have all the data for version B ready tomorrow; the company’s top management is very unhappy with your new designs!"

"But wasn’t version B previously handled by Fu Yi?" Zhang Yu hadn’t finished speaking when the call was disconnected.

He gripped his phone, veins slowly emerging on the back of his hand, all the joy dispersing in that moment.

Feeling suffocated, Zhang Yu swung his arm, nearly throwing the phone on the floor, but ultimately, he restrained himself.

Muttering under his breath, Zhang Yu was about to go back inside when he suddenly saw a woman in red standing in the middle of the road in front of the compound gate.

She stood in the center of the road, her head slowly lifting as if turning towards the balcony where Zhang Yu stood.

"What the hell is that?"