My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 755: Middle-aged and Elderly Killer Club

Chapter 755: Chapter 755: Middle-aged and Elderly Killer Club

In the dark, dilapidated club, there were only Han Fei, a drop of blood and a blind old man standing face to face, one wielding a Rebirth Saber with the Ghost Pattern activated, as if facing a great enemy; the other holding a broken radio, expressionless, as if he hadn’t noticed Han Fei at all.

After a standoff, Han Fei waved his hand in front of the old man, and seeing that the old man still didn’t react, he tried to ask, "Old man, are you still recruiting newcomers here? I want to join you."

Upon hearing Han Fei’s voice, the old man’s eyebrows slightly lifted, he reached out to tidy his messy white hair, and his lips slowly opened.

Perhaps because he hadn’t spoken for a long time, his lips seemed glued together, tearing as he opened his mouth, with dark red blood flowing out.

"Speak up, my ears are not very good, I can’t hear clearly."

The old man’s voice was distinctive, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, making every speech seem torturous for him.

"I want to join our club and become a member of this big family!" Han Fei shouted towards the old man’s ears, and the latter finally understood him.

The old man nodded, his rough, calloused palm reaching towards Han Fei’s face again.

As the hand approached, the Nine-life, hidden in Han Fei’s Ghost Pattern, issued a warning, expressing intense panic.

Before Han Fei could react, the old man’s hand was already on his face.

The rough palm touched Han Fei’s cheek bit by bit, as the blind old man seemed to be verifying Han Fei’s appearance in this manner.

"How old are you this year?"

"In my twenties, why?"

"Our club is specially prepared for middle-aged and elderly people; you are too young. Maybe try somewhere else," the old man rejected Han Fei, preparing to leave with his radio.

"Although I look very young, I am mature in mind. Old man, don’t be too strict with the age requirement. Only by constantly injecting fresh blood can the club develop better." Han Fei couldn’t log off without completing the task, so he had to seize this opportunity: "I’m warm and generous, have a good personality, get along with everyone wherever I go. My neighbors have chosen me as the Building Chief, my colleagues all praise me as a warrior who changes the industry, and I am especially good at taking care of people, from seniors with only Soul Fragments left, to orphans with no one to rely on, anyone who’s dealt with me thinks I’m a really good person."

Perhaps swayed by Han Fei’s words, or perhaps because the club hadn’t seen a newcomer for a long time, the blind old man paused slightly after hearing Han Fei’s speech.

"Our club is mainly serving the middle-aged and elderly. If the age difference is too large, everyone’s interests differ too much, difficult to converse, and it will be quite awkward."

"No problem, my greatest strength is my cheerful, outgoing, and talkative nature; I’m not introverted at all and very easy to get along with." Han Fei kept pushing the old man, "Anyone who knows me is aware that I’m like an all-purpose glue in the workplace, a binding agent at home. My neighbors even included me in the family tree."

"Don’t be too sure of yourself. I’ll first show you what our elders usually enjoy. If you can accept it, joining later isn’t too late." This was the first time in a long while that the blind old man had such a "pleasant" conversation with anyone since his only companion had been a broken radio.

"Sure, I would also like to see what’s in our club." Earlier, when Zhuang Wen and Yinglong came over, they had briefly explored but had not detected any abnormalities, and the old man hadn’t appeared either, so they certainly missed something very important.

"Don’t get your hopes up too high, the entertainment and interests of the elderly are just those few things." The old man, having stayed in this building for who knows how long, had lost his sight but was extremely familiar with every part of the building.

He led Han Fei across the open space in the middle of the club, first to the area with exercise equipment: "Some who like to exercise can come here, but we are old and not suited for vigorous activities; most members prefer cultivating plants or playing chess-like leisure activities."

"Understood, I am not fond of sports either."

Opening the back door of the warehouse, the old man reached out into the outside, fine Black Rain falling on his palm: "The rain has not yet stopped."

He opened the nearby cupboard, which held ten black umbrellas: "Take an umbrella with me for now, and once you become a member, I will give you one, then you can freely walk in the rain at night."

"Alright." Han Fei and the old man squeezed under one umbrella, stepping out from the back door of the warehouse; only then did the full extent of the club present itself before Han Fei.

The warehouse was just a very small part, the real club encompassed the entire back alley.

"We elders can’t stand too much trouble, our hobbies are very simple, mainly for cultivating our disposition and promoting health in body and mind," the old man said, walking with Han Fei in the back alley under the black umbrella, with faint howling, screams, and crying coming from the rooms on both sides, and a very strange stench permeating the air.

"For example, some elders’ hobby is growing plants, which can purify air and beautify the environment, and doctors also encourage them to plant more, which is called the flower therapy." The old man spoke confidently, but Han Fei felt something was amiss. Little Eight had obtained a Mortal World seed, and after so long, it had yet to bloom; these elders seemed to grow flowers effortlessly.

"I also quite like flowers and plants in my everyday life, but alas, I’m not skilled enough and always fail to keep them alive." Han Fei was very humble and wanted to seek advice from the old man, ready to learn and then help Little Eight plant flowers back at Happiness Residential Community.

"Keeping plants requires patience and investment, you need to sweat hard to enjoy the beauty of blossoms," the old man said, stopping by the first small yard in the alley, he gently knocked on the wooden door.

About to wait no one answering, he simply took Han Fei in directly: "Look, this is our flower field."

As the wooden door was pushed open, a pungent stench of rot assaulted them, and Han Fei frowned as he looked towards the "flower field."

Within the soil, dismembered corpses were planted, their bodies deeply buried, with only their heads exposed.

Even more bizarre, the souls of these bodies were all imprisoned within the torso, his skull deformedly spread out in all directions, with the souls curling up on the butterfly bone like fragile, beautiful flower buds.

"Is it beautiful?" the old man gently squatted down, reaching to touch the soul in the middle of the skull, "It’s a pity I can’t see it, I have never appreciated the beauty of this flower, but I’ve heard that it’s the most beautiful flower in the world. Sadly, its blooming is also the time it completely withers, spending a lifetime for a moment of beauty, perhaps that’s the secret to its stunning effect on the Mortal World."

"I’ve learned something," Han Fei said, eyeing those "flowers," unsure of how the club’s elders had managed to cultivate such things. Although they were indeed beautiful, they were also profoundly twisted.

"Aside from gardening, our senior club offers other hobbies to choose from, such as calligraphy," the old man and Han Fei walked out of the courtyard, heading towards the second room in the back alley: "You shouldn’t underestimate calligraphy, the spirit, frame, action, and intent during the practice have high standards, effectively strengthening the body and heart, prolonging life."

Upon opening the door of the second room, Han Fei was immediately dumbfounded. The room contained three compartments: the first covered with various strange symbols on its walls, floor, and ceiling, as if sealing some evil ghost; the second room was filled with hand-drawn Talismans, usually used for Evil Exorcism in movies, but here, every Talisman bore a heavy air of evil, drawn by Ghosts and Monsters themselves; the third room was even more ridiculous, the room filled with the word "death," as if the room’s owner had practiced only this word for their entire life.

"Old man, the calligraphy practice here is quite unique," Han Fei didn’t know how to comment anymore; this place indeed had the style of the Underworld’s senior club: "Do you have other hobbies here to choose from?"

"There are many, but they’re mostly liked by the elderly. I guess young people wouldn’t be too keen on joining."

"I guess not many living people would keenly join, huh?" Han Fei muttered under his breath, following the old man around the back alley, as the rain in the night sky began to fall harder.

"Because of my eyesight issues, I can’t garden or practice calligraphy; my biggest interest is dancing, which is a popular choice among many seniors." As he mentioned dancing, a smile of happiness and satisfaction appeared on the blind old man’s face: "Dancing can prevent degenerative changes in muscles and joints of the elderly, accelerate blood circulation, aid metabolism, while also alleviating the loneliness that seniors often feel."

"Is it square dancing?"

"All kinds of dancing are included." The blind old man closed his umbrella and entered the third room with Han Fei.

The room was pitch black, not a strand of light seeping in, and giant mirrors were embedded all around the walls.

In the center of the room was a simple stage, smeared with a vast amount of bloodstains.

"A stage? Mirrors?" This room’s arrangement reminded Han Fei of a real-life Murder Club.

"We practice dancing here usually; it’s my biggest hobby," the old man with only two holes for eyes, stared blankly at the stage, yet he didn’t step upon it.

"Old man, you mentioned that dancing can rid of loneliness, but doesn’t dancing alone double the loneliness?" Han Fei examined the environment, on a stage full of mirrors and stepping over bloodstains while dancing might not be enjoyable for most people.

"How could it be a solo dance? I have a dance partner," the old man softly said: "As soon as I step on stage to dance, it appears and dances with me."

After the old man finished speaking, the mirrors in the room darkened, leaving behind shadows of dead people in the mirrors.

"Really a perfect place for nurturing into old age, considering all aspects of members’ mental health, focusing on companionship and eliminating the feeling of loneliness," Han Fei wasn’t planning to watch any further: "Old man, I quite like these things too, what do I need to do to join your club?"

"There’s not much to it, as long as you truly like this place and share common interests with everyone," the blind old man finally relaxed: "Now, first decide on your own interests, and if suitable, you can stay here."

Just as the old man made an offer, Han Fei also received a prompt from the system.

"Player Number 0000, please note! Complete a whole dance in the dance room, find the most unique ’death’ character in the calligraphy room, and pluck a fresh flower from the courtyard filled with plants, ensuring it doesn’t wither immediately."

"Three tasks? I knew an E-level task wouldn’t be that simple."

Pretending to contemplate, Han Fei stepped onto the stage after a few seconds: "Old man, what kind of dance do you usually dance? I’d like to learn it as well."

"Sure." The blind old man seemed quite pleased to hear this request, as it had been a long time: "When I was young, I was a famous dancer, but then something happened, and I lost everything I had, except for dancing that merged into my soul."

When the old man stepped onto the stage, the aura he emitted was completely different than before, as Death Intent and decay were covered by something else.

In that moment, his soul seemed to light up.

As his arms stretched and he began to move, it was as if a dormant kun transformed into a soaring roc, with the sea of Death Intent stirring up huge waves.

He had lost his eyesight, couldn’t see anything, and he didn’t need anyone to see his dance moves either; he was just immersing himself in his own world.

"This dance is quite special, like worshiping Divine Spirits."

Han Fei noted every movement of the other, and as the dance neared its end, figures began to emerge above those mirrors, all retaining the appearance of their death.

The old man’s dance seemed to possess some mysterious power, causing the dead in the mirrors to walk out, unconsciously standing on the stage, and the blind old man continued to dance wildly among these corpses.

"No wonder he doesn’t need a dance partner..."

Han Fei was amazed by the old man’s dance, thinking the old man must have been extraordinary when he was young, and he grew even more curious about how the old man ended up in the Deep World, and who had cruelly taken his eyes, turning him into what he was now.