My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 769: Han Fei and Kuangxiao’s Choice

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Han Fei and Kuangxiao’s Choice

"I’m willing to become you, will you tell me the truth?"

Han Fei didn’t lie, and he had thought for a long time before giving his tumultuous reply.

All the pain should be endured by Kuangxiao alone, it’s not fair, the Healing-type Personality, the Black Box, all these things were supposed to be Kuangxiao’s.

"I told you long ago, you heal them, and I will heal you, that is my choice."

The bell of the Blood-colored Orphanage stopped, and the blood color that shrouded the orphanage seemed to fade a bit. Fine raindrops fell on the fence, as though time had rewound to a rainy night many years ago.

The voices of the children came from the orphanage, their youthful words tinged with a maturity that belied their age.

"After people die, do they no longer feel pain and sadness?"

"They say that once you die, you can go to the world where Mom and Dad are, but I’m not like you, I don’t know who my parents are, I’ve never seen them."

"Han Fei, may I ask you to do something for me?"

"Go ahead."

"Kill me, will you?"

The torn dolls in the room were shredded, cotton stuffing dyed blood-red flew everywhere.

"I don’t want to become a monster, can you play with me like before?"

"Han Fei, why won’t you respond to me? I’ve become the obedient child in the teacher’s eyes, I’ve swallowed all the medication, I’ve done everything they asked, why aren’t you happy for me?"

"Han Fei, I don’t understand why everyone is staying away from me, could you open the door? You’re my only friend now."

"Can I ask you one last thing, to tie the rope between my head and body tightly..."

The handmade clay head that was placed in the hallway rolled down, a red rope like a blood vessel still connected his head and body.

"The doctor said you could eat the pain in my body, you could alleviate my mental strain, but you are clearly just a useless brat. Stand up! I’m the oldest kid here, if you dare to tell anyone about me beating you, you’re dead!"

"Cry! Why won’t you cry! You’ve bled so much, how can you still be smiling!"

"I’m almost beating you to death! Why won’t you fight back! Come on! Take that sharpened chopstick, kill me!"

"Han Fei, I just hope you can kill me without any burden, without any guilt and sadness. This is the last thing I can do for you, I’m a useless big brother, right?"

The wooden horse in the yard was toppled by a force, slash marks appeared on the stomach of the horse, it was clear that the person wielding the knife had collapsed at that moment.

"So I heard you’re the worst kid here? Their deaths all seem to have something to do with you? Why the silence? Don’t think you can hide it, I’m different from you all, I was singled out as a category in the intelligence test."

"What are you worrying about every day? The tests here are a piece of cake for me, no challenge at all. As long as you all lay down, I will lead everyone out of this."

"The logic of this world is actually very simple, the one percent of geniuses lead the ninety-nine percent of the common people forward... Don’t interrupt me while I’m speaking, I don’t feel tired, the wounds on my face are just from me being careless."

"Don’t give up! Don’t get discouraged, hold on! We can all graduate successfully! Trust me, I’m number two! I’m the genius who utterly eclipses your intelligence!"

"They think I’m a bit dangerous, so they gave me a pair of prosthetic eyes. Isn’t that a clear sign they’re scared? They’re afraid of me!"

"Why are you crying! Don’t worry, as long as my brain is still functioning, I will definitely take you all out of here!"

"Han Fei? Did we meet this morning? My mind hasn’t been very clear lately."

"Han Fei? When was the last time we met? Was it just now?"

"Excuse me, who are you? I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before."

"Stranger, could you do me a favor, smash this brain of mine that’s stuffed with tubes and soaking in a jar."

"Thank you..."

The flower pot filled with blood water fell from the windowsill, the sticky mud splattered all around.

The voices of the children rang out one by one, those memories were so vivid, Han Fei had already grown up, but their words still drifted through the Blood-colored Orphanage.

They were trapped here, Han Fei himself had never stepped out either.

Twentynine different voices emerged from every corner of the Blood-colored Orphanage, blossoms of blood flourished. Throughout the entire process, Kuangxiao just stood in the classroom, as if everything around him was unrelated, but this time he didn’t burst into hysterical laughter.

As the night rain was about to stop, the last child’s voice slowly rose in the classroom.

"Goodbye, Han Fei, the doctor is coming to take me away."

"My last wish is for you to be happy every day, never to lose your smile."

The child’s voice had just dissipated when Kuangxiao, standing inside the classroom, began to self-harm in a frenzy. The big clock of the Blood-colored Orphanage tolled once again, bringing with it a colossal crimson wave that swept through Han Fei’s mind.

He wanted to understand Kuangxiao’s past and was willing to reach out his hand, but Kuangxiao still couldn’t step out of that shadow. It was as if his will was locked by thirty chains; just touching the past would make him go utterly mad, losing all sanity.

As Kuangxiao lost his mind, Han Fei’s consciousness was forcibly squeezed out of his mind, leaving only the last wishes of those thirty children echoing in his ears.

"What had they gone through that they would wish for Kuangxiao to kill them?"

Segments of immature voices entwined around Han Fei, thirty children not just a simple number, each one a separate soul and life.

"The first child who begged for death was an obedient child from the orphanage, a ’big brother’ hoping to lessen the psychological pressure on Kuangxiao, in the end left with only a brain carrying the code number two... and the child who hoped Kuangxiao could be happy every day."

Something deep within the memories was triggered, the outer walls of the Blood-colored Orphanage dissolved partially, and the hysterical laughter of Kuangxiao intertwined with the voices of the thirty children. Han Fei no longer consciously thought but fully immersed himself in the voices of those despairing children.

The dance in the darkness changed, and the souls of the dead appeared on the mirrors. They crowded around the stage as if they were participants in the ritual.

Han Fei on the stage seemed like a priest from ancient times. The dance of the blind old man appeared to be the bridge for communicating with the gods, and at this moment, the bridge connected Han Fei and Kuangxiao.

Han Fei, who had let down all his defenses, was submerged in the memories of the Blood-colored Orphanage. He actively communicated with Kuangxiao, allowing the orphanage submerged in his mind to slowly integrate with the entire sea of his brain.

At the end of the dance, the souls inside the house seemed to sense some terrifying thing, beginning to flee in panic. All mirrors dimmed, save for the one facing the stage, reflecting Han Fei’s own figure.

The Han Fei on the stage and the Han Fei in the mirror eyed each other. Although they were clearly the same person, the aura they emitted was utterly different.

Without any communication, a small bloody handprint appeared inside the mirror. Children in Welfare Home clothes timidly walked out from behind Kuangxiao, one after another.

They were all killed by Kuangxiao, but after death, they still stood behind him. They were the shackles of Kuangxiao’s lifetime, dark souls and burdens he could never shake off, and also everything Kuangxiao possessed.

"This mirror allows you to see all the people you’ve killed. He and those children are all standing inside the mirror. I think you should understand what he means, right?" The blind old man’s hollow eye sockets moved from behind Han Fei to within the mirror. "You’ve made your choice, and it seems he’s made his too."

Han Fei didn’t speak. He reached towards the mirror, which couldn’t bear the strain and cracks started spreading rapidly across it.

"No good!" The blind old man used all his strength to bump Han Fei to the side. He was already very fast, but the mirror was still webbed with cracks, threatening to shatter at any moment!

Han Fei, who had tumbled to the side of the stage, also came to his senses. He quickly glanced at his attribute panel, thankful that the old man wasn’t some vicious ghost or monster. Otherwise, with his small amount of life value, he would have been done for just then.

"That was close! Do you have any idea you almost caused a huge disaster!" The blind old man felt the cracks on the mirror. "Every mirror in the club is the eye of a god. If you break a mirror, that’s like gouging out a god’s eyeball!"

"The god you mentioned must be the Unspeakable one, right?" Han Fei, who had fully come to his senses, pointed at the dark clouds outside the window. "My friend says the dark clouds over this area are a ghost..."

"Don’t talk nonsense and don’t discuss this with anyone!" The blind old man caressed the mirror surface with distress. "The florist hasn’t returned, he might have encountered some trouble, and we can’t have any more problems in the clubhouse. You shouldn’t come over for the next few days, understand?"

"Why?"

"You’re still asking me why?" The blind old man angrily punched the air. "If you really have nothing to do, go and help me deliver a letter."

It seemed that the old man wanted to send Han Fei away, as he pulled a wrinkled envelope from his pocket: "This cluster of buildings shrouded in dark clouds is divided into the Inner Area and Outer District, and we are currently in the Outer District. Take this letter and follow the street straight in, pass through several blocks, and when you can see the skyscraper by looking up, it means you’ve reached the Inner Area."

"Inner Area? Outer District?"

"The Inner Area is many times more chaotic and dangerous than here, but if you carry the club’s black umbrella, you probably won’t have any trouble." The blind old man seemed to be convincing himself. "After you reach the Inner Area, you have to find a western-style house filled with flowers, the florist should be there."

"Are there no other hints?"

"The western-style house is very luxurious and even has a very large swimming pool, it’s easy to find." The old man handed over the crumpled letter to Han Fei, and at the same time, a system prompt appeared in Han Fei’s mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the ordinary E-class task—delivering a letter."

"Deliver the letter: Delivering letters to ghosts is a job for Nether Soldiers, but everyone believes you are up to the task. Please complete the mission without the accompaniment of any other grudges and hatreds, and deliver the letter in the shortest time possible!"

"Attention! The earlier the delivery time, the more generous the reward! If the delivery time exceeds three hours, the reward will be halved; if it exceeds four hours, there will be no reward; if it exceeds five hours, other clubhouse members’ friendliness towards you will decrease, and you will also receive other random punishments!"

Han Fei did indeed need to do a task, but he didn’t want to enter the dangerous Inner Area directly.

"Old man, are you sure I can handle this job?" Han Fei’s Life Value was still being absorbed by the Shrine, and even if he kept eating the meat prepared by Xu Qin, he couldn’t bring his Blood Volume up to a safe range.

"Who knew you would shatter the mirror? I’ve already made it very clear, the mirror is the eye of the deity, and you gave a punch right to the deity’s eye socket; how could it not be enraged?" The blind old man urged Han Fei to leave. "Get going, you must deliver the letter personally to the florist, you can’t trust anyone else."

"All right, I will deliver the letter to the florist’s hands, you must wait for me to come back." Han Fei looked at the fragments on the mirror, then at the blind old man.

"It’s just delivering a letter, don’t make it sound so scary, as if I’ll never see you again or something." The blind old man covered the mirror with a black cloth and dragged Han Fei out of the dance studio.

To keep Han Fei from coming back, he personally escorted Han Fei to the clubhouse entrance and locked the door from the inside after Han Fei had left.

"Is he worried about me getting hurt, so he chooses to bear the danger alone? He’s such a good man." It has to be said, Han Fei’s attitude was also very good.

Holding up the black umbrella, Han Fei bid farewell to Xu Qin and with the help of Hatred stuffed Big Evil into the Ghost Pattern.

"The system wants me to go deliver the letter alone and doesn’t allow any other grudges or hatreds to accompany me, but Big Evil is not considered a ghost." Han Fei touched Big Evil’s head as it unwillingly merged into the Ghost Pattern. "It’s just a little cutie, after all."