My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 597: Why Do Wives, Ex-Wives, and Girlfriends All Want to Kill You!

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Why Do Wives, Ex-Wives, and Girlfriends All Want to Kill You!

Kuangxiao let Fu Yi struggle for control over the body as he activated the spell on the Blood-colored Paperman Fragments, forcing Big Evil to cooperate with him in manipulating the Ghost Pattern.

The pitch-black Ghost Pattern, like veins filled with Soul Poison, rooted itself into Han Fei’s flesh, drawing the body toward the Faceless God Statue.

No matter how much Fu Yi thrashed, Kuangxiao paid him no mind.

From the moment he saw the Faceless God Statue, his goal had become very clear.

What were a body and life in the face of becoming a god? Everything could be abandoned.

The Faceless God Statue, the unclaimed Shrine, this Memory World seemed to be waiting for a new master.

With each step, the Divine Pattern underfoot was stained red with blood. As Kuangxiao endured Fu Sheng’s despair, he spread new despair from the orphanage all around.

Each time he was released, some of his restraints weakened until, finally, there were none.

With a flick of his palm, the Rebirth Saber in Kuangxiao’s hand wailed, its perfect human radiance tainted blood red.

Dragging the saber forward, the entire emergency room was filled with hysterical laughter.

Leaving bloody footprints with each step, Kuangxiao forcefully dragged Han Fei’s crumbling body to the Faceless God Statue.

The statue resembled a sick woman, sleeping so peacefully it seemed she would never wake up.

With flesh crumbling from his palms, he pressed against the face of the statue, and then Kuangxiao did something no one expected.

He raised the blood-stained Rebirth, carrying boundless murderous intent and despair, and slashed at the God Statue!

A blood-red light flashed between the Divine and Ghost Patterns, as if cleaving yin and yang.

A fine blood line appeared on the neck of the Faceless God Statue, which then spread throughout the statue.

As the cracks reached the cheeks of the statue, its previously blank face directly shattered, revealing the delicate and perfect visage beneath!

"Du Shu!"

This god statue lying in the hospital bed, listening to countless prayers, basking in the worship of many souls, was not the mother Fu Sheng most wanted to see, but Du Shu!

Han Fei’s brain sea boiled again with the despair that belonged to Fu Sheng. In the gray canvas of despair, a young Fu Sheng who had fallen to the ground was slowly growing up, but he still lay numbly on the ground.

Time rapidly passed around him, people in the hospital came and went, everyone moving forward, except him, trapped at the entrance of the emergency room, trapped on that night.

All alone, he pushed away desperation, looking at his mother who could no longer be awakened.

In the canvas of despair, the young Fu Sheng had grown up, still numb, but the hospital had long changed its appearance, and even the person lying on the bed was no longer his own mother, but Du Shu!

Things more desperate than despair still abounded, until at the very bottom of the Abyss, touching the Black Box.

In reality, no one knew what Du Shu did to Fu Sheng, but Han Fei only knew that in the Memory World, Du Shu had stolen everything from Fu Sheng’s mother; she wanted to become the new Divine Spirit of the Shrine World.

The Faceless God Statue was shattered by Kuangxiao, and as the pedestal collapsed, countless chains connected beneath it clinked noisily, and the entire emergency room’s floor began to collapse!

The prayers of the soul were gradually replaced by screams of despair, revealing the hospital’s most secretive side to everyone.

Under Building 7, countless people wandered aimlessly like zombies. They were imprisoned in the darkness, their faces blurred, their eyes degenerated, and sensing even slight changes from the outside, they would hide deeper into the darkness like rats.

Fine chains wrapped around their bodies, among them were doctors, patients, elderly companions, weeping wives, and children locked in the corners, seeming unable to find their way home.

The myriad states of human life reappeared beneath the hospital, each person on the brink of collapse, yet still tightly clutching the chains on their bodies.

Even if the chains drained them to the bone, devoid of any human-like appearance, they were still unwilling to let go.

They lived in hardship and tiredness, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, none among them would let go of their hands.

The chains connected to the God Statue represented hope. In the despair where nothing could change, Divine Spirits became the sole refuge.

They pinned all their hopes on Du Shu, but the "goddess" only used them as her "medicine."

After the God Statue shattered, the entire hospital began to accelerate its transformation.

Rumbles of a heartbeat echoed from beneath the earth, deeply embedded chains were yanked out, like a monster out of control.

The chains symbolizing hope, coalesced into tangible forms. When hope revealed its true identity, many realized that what was called hope was merely despair in a more exquisite packaging.

From the walls of the hospital, laments turned to wails; the pallid wall peel was turning into the skin of living humans, centered on the shattered God Statue, everything was becoming blood and flesh.

Just when the Shrine was shattered by Kuangxiao, Black Fire burned up to the top floor inside Building 7. In the flames at the highest point of the building, a woman covered with Death Curse quietly appeared.

Her body was entwined with chains, but as the God Statue shattered, those chains no longer shackled her, an Outsider, instead beginning to destroy this otherwise intact Memory World.

Looking at the messy world, Han Fei laughed incredibly happily, his grip on the Rebirth Saber in his hands even becoming unstable.

This world had no hope at all, everything was constructed of despair.

Now, Kuangxiao had shattered the original God Statue, and those chains that lost their support began to seek new divine spirits.

A vast amount of despair surged towards Kuangxiao’s body, chains burrowing into his flesh.

Once one aspires to become a divine spirit, they must undergo various trials, and the decay of the flesh is just the least significant step.

More and more chains pierced into Han Fei’s body, and his connection with the Shrine grew even closer.

In some sense, Fu Yi’s plan was also successful, as he initially intended to seize everything.

The only change for him was that Han Fei, who was supposed to be killed by him according to the plan, not only did not have his soul scattered, but he also took over most of the body and gained absolute initiative.

Originally, after the God Statue shattered, those who placed their hopes on the divine spirits were extremely panic-stricken, revealing their true selves.

They could no longer escape, this was the true form they least wanted to confront.

However, soon, as a vast amount of chains pierced into Han Fei’s body, those people found a new dependency.

They transmitted their despairing memories to Han Fei through the chains, and Han Fei could in return use the Shrine’s chains to alter their memories, allowing them to live in a false sense of comfort.

As they continuously transmitted the pain from their souls to Han Fei, their appearances became blurred again, losing their own features, losing their true selves.

This ability of the Shrine to change memories had also been used by Fu Sheng in the Happiness Residental Community.

To help his neighbors alleviate pain and regain sanity, Fu Sheng’s method was to modify their memories, sealing the bad ones deep within the Brain Sea.

More and more chains pierced into Han Fei’s body, and he was dragged down by countless people’s despair.

Facing all this, Kuangxiao did not resist, he even enjoyed it immensely.

At a time when both the Blood-colored Paperman and Big Evil were afraid, Kuangxiao spread his arms, eagerly embracing all the despair.

Countless chains enveloped Kuangxiao, and that hysterical laughter echoed in the hospital corridors.

Under the influence of the transformation, everything inside the hospital began to reveal their true natures.

Patients’ bandaged wounds crusted and new skin grew; doctors’ faces cracked and fell off, becoming screaming puppets; black Ghosts transformed into various deformed monsters.

Besides them, several intensifying hatreds also appeared within the hospital.

At the entrance of Building One, Fu Sheng’s biological mother, dressed in red, though emaciated, bore intense resentment, her mouth emitting heart-wrenching screams.

A door on the third floor of Building One was slowly pushed open, and a woman wearing glasses emerged. She gently removed the intact glasses from her face, discarded them, and rummaged through her bag for an old pair of glasses with broken lenses and stained with blood.

She tenderly caressed the worn glasses, hatred and love intertwined, and she gently placed the glasses between her lips, "Team leader, I’m still waiting for you..."

The sound of a chainsaw echoed at the end of the corridor, a tall woman walked in the darkness, her eyes full of blood vessels, muttering a name under her breath.

In the special care ward, familiar Fu Yi suddenly awoke, she looked towards the bedside.

Her mother stood in the room, holding a yellowed photo, tears of blood flowing from her eyes.

Inside the monitoring room of Building One, a mature and attractive woman lowered her legs from the sofa, silently watching the surveillance of Building Seven, suddenly bursting into laughter.

The faint hatred was hidden in her heart, dressed in her professional attire, she walked deeper into the hospital.

In the emergency ward of Building Two, a quiet female teacher stood beside a student’s bed, her head bowed, her black hair covering her pained face.

Deceit and hatred twisted her, but remembering that person’s child, and the things that person had done last, the female teacher ultimately did not leave the ward; she chose to continue caring for the injured student.

At the side door of the hospital, a delivery driver’s electric bike lay overturned on the ground, a woman in a blood-stained yellow skirt clutched her own heart, step by step moving forward: "I know we were just fooling around, but I still feel strange, why does my heart feel as if it’s dead, not having beat since we parted."

The hospital’s transformation continued, and in the dark night far from the hospital, a police car sped by.

Wu Shan anxiously held his mobile phone, incessantly dialing Han Fei’s number, his face bloody, and expression filled with sheer terror.

"His phone is unreachable?! This has never happened before!"

Hitting the message button, Wu Shan shouted into the phone, "Du Shu has gone crazy, she has escaped from Paradise! Han Fei! Leave the hospital immediately! She has turned into a Monster now! Get out quick!"

Before he had finished speaking, Wu Shan suddenly noticed a perfectly beautiful female face appear on his phone screen, he was so frightened that he immediately threw the phone away.

As he was preparing to park, he glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw an incredibly beautiful woman sitting in his car...

The night sky above the hospital had been dyed red with hatred, yet among those numerous abnormalities, a plain-looking woman appeared at the entrance of Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital.

She bore no trace of hatred, her eyes filled only with worry and urgency.

"Why the sudden farewell, the children are still waiting for you to come home..."