My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 598: The God of Beauty’s Dining Table

Chapter 598: Chapter 598: The God of Beauty’s Dining Table

The wife looked towards the nearby hospital with utmost worry, staring at the night sky that had turned blood red.

"Where are you?"

She clenched the cellphone in her palm, that number which she could never get through, the only connection she had with Han Fei.

Compared with the ghostly abnormalities in the hospital, she seemed ordinary, insignificant. But even so, she didn’t shrink back, step by step, she approached the completely transformed hospital.

As she passed through the gate and entered the hospital, her heart felt as though it was being ripped apart, bringing intense pain.

Indescribable hatred surged from the bottom of her heart, like flames burning inside her chest.

Scene after scene of terrifying images flashed through her mind, all those forcibly forgotten and un-thought-of memories were awakened.

The dust called time was blown away by hatred, and all the pain felt like knives that had just stabbed into her heart.

Blood dripped down along the scars, deep red blood silk appeared in the eyes of the wife full of worry.

"It shouldn’t be like this."

She pressed against her chest and slowly fell to the ground, her entire mind completely occupied by the despair of the past.

Unintentionally hearing Fu Yi’s phone call with another woman, encountering Fu Yi shopping with someone else in the mall, that woman even wearing the same dress as her.

Overtime, overtime, not coming home for dinner, with a client, not coming back tonight...

All those words, like some kind of spell, lingered around the wife’s ears.

Her lips turned purple as she unconsciously wanted to cover her ears, trembling slightly.

In this world, she was the person who loved Fu Yi the most, and also the person who was hurt by him the deepest.

A woman who was willing to give Fu Yi chance after chance, yet ultimately she picked up a sharp knife in the deep of night.

She still remembered everything that happened that night, how she helped her drunken husband into the bedroom, changing his clothes as usual, enduring the pungent smell of alcohol and perfume on him.

This life repeated day after day, and she rehearsed many a night for picking up that sharp knife.

But when hatred engulfed her and she came to the bedroom with the knife, she changed her mind because of his simple "thank you."

As the hatred surged through her body, the wife still maintained a bit of clarity. In the recent month of her years-long marriage, she felt as though she was truly alive, she felt the happiness that people speak of.

Pressing her hand against her chest, she gradually started to exert pressure. She remembered all the hatred buried deep in her heart, but she couldn’t forget the first night she met Han Fei.

That hazy "thank you" was something she had never heard after years of hard work for this family.

And it was from that first sentence that the wife felt her husband had become a different person.

What followed in their life only further confirmed her guess.

After a tiring day, no matter what he faced outside, he would always return home with a smile, as if the door to their home held magical power that could keep all the bad moods outside.

Cooking, playing with the kids, willing to listen to the children’s words, he could stand tall and support the sky of a home, and also bend down patiently and equally give love to everyone in the family.

It seemed the ending of the story was already determined; the wrongs committed had to be atoned for, but he did not give up, struggling every day to change, trying to use his small body to stop the wheels of fate.

The wife had been watching him all along, she truly touched happiness; but she had already realized that the husband before her eyes was no longer the man he used to be.

Inside the familiar, despised shell, there lived a strange, beautiful, and stubborn spirit.

"I..." Her fingertips sliced through her skin, the wife’s eyes were completely overtaken by hatred, but she did not lose her sanity.

Blood flowed from her heart, drop by drop staining her clothes red, the wife rose amidst boundless hatred, she looked at the hospital which had totally transformed, and said, "We will go home together."

Walking on the ground that felt like human skin, touching the walls filled with large scars, the wife’s gaze landed on a certain structure deep within the hospital.

She passed through the pitch-dark corridors, the hatred churning in her heart growing stronger, but that hatred could not affect her at all.

Her eyes, now almost entirely occupied by Blood Silk, even held a rare touch of gentleness.

The hospital without its master could not prevent the hatred from approaching, the wife walked through the corridor for transporting patients, stopping in front of the utterly transformed Building No. 7.

Black Fire enveloped the entire building, under the scorching flames, Building No. 7 had completely altered its shape.

The floors were filled with the wailing of Dead Souls, elegies, prayers, and the screams of desperation rose amongst the flames, making this building at the deepest part of the hospital seem like a colossal Shrine.

"Are you here?"

The wife, unafraid of the Black Fire, lowered her head and walked toward the building.

As she approached the structure, the woman standing on the rooftop leaped down!

The dark flames wrapped around her body, all Death Curses flowing in the woman were activated.

The collision of hatred seemed like some kind of signal, all the different hatreds exploded forth!

Among them were resentments formed from possessiveness and the desire to dominate, hatreds twisted by intense Love, and hatreds born from injustice felt for the tragic fate of a daughter.

In this transformed world, extreme hatred is the most terrifying power. And nobody had anticipated that such a congregation of grudges would gather in the completely transformed hospital!

Merely one collision, and the night sky above the hospital tore apart, the ground transformed into flesh and blood collapsed downwards.

The woman who leaped down from the high-rise could not stop so many hatreds at once, she remained unharmed purely because the target of those hatreds was not her, but the building behind her.

Building No. 7, resembling a giant Shrine, had a huge hole blasted through it, countless flesh torn apart, and all the hatreds saw the long corridor outside the emergency room.

Chains twisted and entwined above the corridor, they carried the hopes of all beings, burrowing into the darkness below.

All the hatreds within the hospital witnessed this scene, they walked through the corridor, arriving inside the emergency room.

Gazing at the giant pit collapsing downwards, looking at the countless souls buried underneath the hospital, and at the uncountable chains.

The wife was the first to walk over, she reached out to grab a chain from the ground, pulling it up along with prayers and Divine Patterns!

Impaled by countless chains, Han Fei, who was continuously falling into despair, paused for a moment, his descent slowed.

Not far from the wife, a skeleton-thin woman in red stood at the doorway, she looked at the shattered Du Shu statue, silent for a long time before she too reached out to grab a chain.

"Team leader, why have you been avoiding me lately?" asked the woman wearing broken spectacles, leaning over the edge of the Deep Pit, sweetly smiling before grabbing a chain with both hands.

"I don’t mind sharing him with you, but the process of division must be done by me," the roaring electric saw cutting through the chains surging downward, that fervor so closely resembling the initial Love.

The woman covered in Death Curses looked around with confusion, the anticipated encirclement and dismemberment had not yet occurred.

After hesitating for a moment, the woman covered in Death Curses also grasped the chains on the ground.

Rows upon rows of blood-red arms, filled with boundless Hatred, seized the chains that symbolized hope.

The maniacal laughter that aspired to become divine absorbed the despair of the entire Shrine Memory World.

Han Fei, who only wanted to leave behind some beautiful memories for those around him, was bestowed the world’s most precious hope by the seven manifestations of Hatred.

The blood color burst through the night sky, and Han Fei, burdened with the despair of the entire Shrine World, did not continue to fall.

At this moment, Kuangxiao was channeling the despair from inside the Shrine into the Blood-colored Orphanage, while Fu Yi and Han Fei’s main consciousness were completely tearing into each other, oblivious to what was happening outside.

Most of Han Fei’s flesh had already been occupied by Fu Yi, with only the heart and a small part of the brain remaining unclaimed by the spread of Fu Yi.

Once Fu Yi completely took over the body, Han Fei’s consciousness would likely dissipate, and Fu Yi would regain control of this broken vessel.

If Kuangxiao hadn’t intervened, Fu Yi might have already succeeded, and now, the one who would have shattered the Shrine to become the New God would be him.

Unfortunately for him, Kuangxiao not only bought enough time for Han Fei but also branded the Big Evil into the Ghost Pattern, ensuring that if Han Fei’s consciousness was close to fading, he could trigger the Big Evil and instantly burst this body.

He might not be able to win, but if he were to lose, he would certainly drag Fu Yi down with him; that was Kuangxiao’s open strategy.

More and more chains enveloped Han Fei, and as those chains pierced into his body, the true face of what laid beneath the hospital’s surface covered by the chains slowly revealed itself.

Beyond those myriad souls, an enormous number of faces bearing utter despair were also buried under the hospital.

The little beauty they had was taken by Du Shu, and without even qualifying to become medicine, they were tossed into endless darkness.

When the last chain also wrapped around Han Fei, the deepest secret beneath the hospital was laid bare for all to see.

Beneath Building Number Seven was the Abyss of despair, pitch-black, as if symbolizing Fu Sheng’s ultimate fate.

It was in the deepest despair that Fu Sheng found the Black Box, the ultimate truth of the hospital allowing Fu Sheng to see the Black Box.

On the surrounding walls, fragments of faces would occasionally fall off, the numb visages being crushed as they fell into the Abyss.

Right now, Han Fei was unaware of the events transpiring outside; his body had turned into a sphere wrapped in chains, countless chains continually revolving and tightening, hovering in midair.

The seven manifestations of Hatred were dragging the chains, each nurturing a different sort of hate, but only his wife truly wished to save Han Fei.

As the situation in Building Number Seven reached a stalemate, an unmanned police car quietly stopped in front of Building Number One.

The car door opened, and a multitude of glass shards fell to the ground, as a woman who could be described as perfectly shaped and featured stepped out from the police vehicle.

She walked barefoot over the glass, with each shard reflecting her face.

"If it weren’t for you wasting so much time, none of this would have happened," the woman scolded the face in the mirror, and then looked toward the completely transformed hospital, her perfect face slowly twisting.

As the woman entered the doors of the Plastic Surgery Hospital, her body began to undergo severe mutations; she seemed to be connected to the entire hospital by flesh and blood, as though she were the heart of the entire establishment.

All traces of blood converged towards her, and from the bodies of the doctors, patients, and staff of the hospital emerged transparent threads, with the fates of all who had partaken of the "medicine" now intertwined with this perfect woman.

As the woman returned here, all the patients who had taken the "medicine" stepped out of their rooms.

In a patient room in Building Number Two, a disfigured female student lifted her head; freshly medicated, her expression was numb, and she sat up on the bed as if sleepwalking.

Her neck twisted, she seemed to hear some call, suddenly throwing off the covers, desperate to leave the ward.

The accompanying teacher was enduring the torture of hatred, not wanting to get tangled up with Fu Yi anymore, but fate’s rope drew the student she was watching over, who ran out of the ward and headed straight for Building Seven.

"Why do you also want to get closer to there? Closer to that man?"

A scream rang out, new hatred piercing the heart and the sky.

Having just stepped out of a police car, Du Shu also noticed the hatred, her eyes filled with rage.

"He is my possession, and no one can take him away from me! Not even his corpse!"

If the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital were a palace made of flesh and blood, then Du Shu would be its mistress, racing through the flesh and blood as everything made way for her.

Looking at Building Seven on the brink of collapse, Du Shu was swallowed by hatred, entering the emergency room with a hysterical scream, driven by an urge to destroy everything.

Her God Statue was shattered, even the pedestal was crumbling, beneath Building Seven was nothing but the Abyss of despair.

"You! All of you!"

Du Shu reached for the chains on the ground, seeking to become the source of all chains once more; only by completely merging could she grasp all despair and continue to be the Divine Spirit within the Memory World.

As Du Shu grasped the chains, tiny fragments of mirror fell from her hair, and a faint hatred emerged!

Feeling the essence of the Shrine core, the faceless woman who had been hiding emerged from behind Du Shu, her lower body merging with Du Shu, but she could not take complete possession of her.

A few dozen meters from Du Shu, Teacher Liu was holding down her student’s body, not knowing how to remove the "medication." In order not to let her student be devoured and harmed by Du Shu, she followed into Building Seven, drawn by the Life Rope.

Another pair of blood-colored hands grabbed the chains, ten hatreds converging within Building Seven!

Hatred that reached for the skies ripped through the night and Han Fei, sinking into the Abyss of despair, was dragged up little by little!

The dense mass of chains that restrained him were forcibly pulled apart, and the vision that had been obscured by the chains was restored.

Madly tearing at each other’s will, both Han Fei and Fu Yi opened their eyes, and in the midst of that hysterical laughter, both saw the ten hatreds gathered inside Building Seven.

With chains held in their hands, they pierced through Han Fei’s body. None of the ten women wanted to let go, each with their own unwavering reasons.

Within the confined space, thick, unresolvable hatred began colliding with each other.

As the sound of the electric saw began, Love was the first to rush towards Han Fei!

With his body pierced by several chains, Han Fei lay on the broken pedestal of the God Statue, unable to move as if he were a dish served on the dining table.

Barely opening his eyes, Han Fei looked around and saw ten frenzied hatreds rushing towards him.

The smile on his lips slowly solidified, and only when Han Fei realized that he could once again sense the presence of Big Evil did he suddenly become aware that Kuangxiao, with the collected despair, had returned to the Blood-colored Orphanage.

The voice of Fu Yi in his mind had also abruptly ceased, leaving Han Fei lying alone on the dining table of his wife, ex-wife, and girlfriends.

He licked his dry lips, unable to speak anymore.

Focusing his senses, both Kuangxiao and Fu Yi were gone; Han Fei could only feel the indescribably excited state of Big Evil.

It was so thrilled it could almost die on the spot, the scene was simply too delightful for it!