My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 785 I Am the Rule of Red Alley

Chapter 785: Chapter 785 I Am the Rule of Red Alley

Han Fei had completed his first task after entering the Skyscraper, and although it was just a regular task, due to it being on the Hidden Map, he still received double the experience.

"Grade E tasks usually deal with Hatred, and there seems to be something else hidden behind this Ghost Craftsman case." Han Fei glanced at the order in his arms; the one who ordered the clothes from the Ghost Craftsman must be driven by Hatred.

"The Skyscraper is the domain of the Unspeakable; it’s normal for Hatred to exist within this building, but I can’t be sure just how many embodiments of Hatred there are here."

"The Divine Spirit’s tenth work, ’Truth Listener,’ is already a Large-scaled Grudge. Could it be that everything from the ninth work upward is fueled by Hatred?"

The Skyscraper was the most special map that Han Fei had ever entered. All the Ghosts and Monsters within were different from those in other parts of the Deep World, such as the Master of Red Alley. Its strength lay somewhere between Medium-type Resentment and Large-scaled Grudge, but it had Special Abilities and intelligence, even capable of creating a unique floor like Red Alley.

The Ghosts and Monsters outside were dominated by Grudges and Hatred, while those here, despite being perverted to an abhorrent degree, remained lucid.

Blood dripped from the ceiling, landing next to Han Fei’s shoes. He packed away the clothes he had made.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have obtained a special Grade E item — Clothes of the Fierce Ghost (Tattered)."

"Clothes of the Fierce Ghost (Tattered): Don human skin, alter your appearance, upon wearing these clothes you will continuously be tortured by the dead, and you will also gain some of their Power."

"Attention! Adding different skins can make this piece of clothing even more perfect."

The new clothes made by the Ghost Craftsman were tucked away into Han Fei’s Item Bar as he glanced faintly around him.

Red Alley had been drenched in blood, now even without the illumination of red lamps, it was a sea of crimson.

The guests who came to vent their desires and the mobsters driven by malice had all been wiped out, while those Han Fei left behind still retained some humanity.

"From now on, the master of Red Alley is Sister Hong. You’ll heed her arrangements," Han Fei announced, using the secret to touch souls deeply, as he checked each person.

Now there were only seven Survivors left in the depths of Red Alley, five women and two men. Han Fei couldn’t trigger a task with any of them, but one of the Survivors brought him an unexpected surprise.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have discovered a special resident — Li Rou."

"Li Rou (Daughter of the Mutant Ghost): As a child born on the Hidden Map, she is an extraordinary existence. Her mother became a Mutant Ghost during childbirth, and Li Rou bears characteristics of a Mutant Ghost while still retaining a human’s appearance."

"Danger level: Low."

"Attention! Slaying, reproduction, and feeding can all make her more powerful, and her danger level will continually increase."

Using the secret to touch souls deeply, Han Fei lifted the black cloth wrapped around Li Rou’s head. Her left half-face was beautiful, fair, and gentle, but her right half-face had veins protruding, looking fierce and terrifying.

"Some people like this kind of thing, and her bodily recovery is especially strong. No matter how severe the injury, she can recover the next day, which is why Pox-faced kept her here, often sending her to meet the most brutal, bloodthirsty guests," whispered the girl next to Li Rou, who seemed to have a good relationship with her.

"I understand," Han Fei said, examining Li Rou’s face. He took out a Pig Heart from his Item Bar, which could restore vitality: "Eat this, and you won’t be hurt anymore, I will take you to hurt others."

With the Ability of Word Spirit, a throat kissed by the Devil, and the Professional Characteristics of Pretty Man, Han Fei’s Goodwill with Li Rou increased by one point after feeding her the Pig Heart.

When he threw a guest who had bullied Li Rou before her, allowing her to take her revenge freely, her Goodwill towards him increased again.

After Han Fei moved everyone to the Master of Red Alley’s room and told everyone the master was dead and that no one would force them anymore, Li Rou’s feelings of Goodwill once again increased.

Having struggled in the dark and cried out for so long, they desperately yearned for light, but repeated pushes into despair numbed them over time. They needed someone who truly wanted to help, not just promises but actions to prove it, and Han Fei did it all.

"From now on, follow me. I’ll take you to higher floors, ensuring no one will ever bully you again," Han Fei had never felt like a completely good person. The things he was doing now would have seemed more devilish to outsiders, someone who climbed out of Hell, engaged in killing, temptation, and mad expansion. But undeniably, he brought those who had been exploited a glimmer of hope.

"Let’s go, we’ll start by integrating the sixth floor." Han Fei intended to train Li Rou. He encouraged her to kill, taught her combat skills in battles, and helped her learn to use every part of her body to attack the enemy.

The former Li Rou was just a toy with a high recovery ability, but now she was gradually becoming the terrifying and dangerous Daughter of the Mutant Ghost.

"You are not a Monster. Those who call you a Monster are the true Monsters, their hearts filthy and ugly, their souls repulsive. Trust me, I won’t deceive you."

Starting from the deepest room of Red Alley, Han Fei left no room unchecked, searching meticulously.

He broke the order established by the Master of Red Alley and was prepared to construct new rules.

Previously Red Alley was synonymous with desire and filth, Han Fei planned to change the status quo, turning it into a source of bloodshed and terror.

"That’s the only Gambling House on the sixth floor ahead. I suggest not wrecking that corridor. The Gambling House doesn’t care who the master of this floor is. They only serve gamblers," Sister Hong, who was leading the way, pointed at a dirtied, muddy corridor with two white lanterns hanging at the entrance, each bearing the character for "gamble."

There were no residents in the guest rooms along the corridor, only a very old Blind Merchant squatting in a corner of the wall.

"I’ll take a look." Han Fei and Sister Hong entered the gambling house side by side; inside, the arrangement was quite simple, featuring a few black wooden tables and a large counter.

Just by looking at these, one might think that’s all there is, but if you lift the curtain in the middle of the living room and walk further inside, everything changes.

The exotic fragrance of Blood Smoke wafted through the air. Behind the curtain and lying on the ground haphazardly were several people, their bodies entirely covered in red mold, and it seemed as though blood-red worms were squirming in the vessels beneath their skin.

"Blood Smoke erodes the soul. Long-term use leads to blotches and Blood Worms in the body, ultimately turning into a nest for the Blood Worms and mold; the new tobacco leaves are collected from their bodies," Sister Hong whispered to Han Fei, "These people must have lost their bets and given their lives to the gambling house as payment. They are probably not the most miserable ones; some of the gamblers end up as Meat Food..."

Heavy footsteps echoed from deeper inside the living room, accompanied by the clanking of chains.

A moment later, a fat man emerged, leading a man on a chain.

"Look a bit unfamiliar, first time here?" The fat man’s voice was very incongruent with his size, high-pitched and chilly.

"Is this gambling house yours?" Han Fei casually wiped the bloodstains from his hands and sat down at the gambling table. He picked up the dice and casually threw them.

"I am in charge of running it." The fat man moved slowly, like a mountain of flesh, giving off a very formidable impression: "What would you like to play? You can bet on anything here."

"Since you’re just in charge of running it, never mind then." Han Fei’s intent to kill weakened a bit; there were gambling houses on other floors too. Destroying the gambling house on the sixth floor would just make people from other floors come over, leaving no need to clash with them for now.

"Don’t quit just yet! You’ve come all this way, aren’t you going to play a couple of rounds?" The fat man seemed to notice Han Fei’s hesitation. He laughed heartily and released the iron chain: "The rule of the gambling house is simple, two dogs fight each other, and you bet on which one will survive in the end. If you win the bet, you can take the winnings; if you lose, it doesn’t matter, it’s just going from being a person to a dog."

"It seems that here, rational compromise is seen as weakness." Han Fei’s mouth twisted into a sickly smile: "I will bet with you, but I want to let my little pet fight."

"Your pet?" The fat man’s beady eyes swept over Sister Hong, the old man, and Li Rou, a group not worth considering: "Sure, bring your dog over."

Leading with the chain, the fat man opened the door to the gambling house’s cell, where residents were locked up, some covered in wounds, some severely deformed, and others draped in black cloth with only a number shown on the outside.

"Entering here means the game starts; you want to bet on your dog to win, right?" The fat man’s eyes were full of ridicule: "Then I’ll bet our dog here will win."

His pudgy hand closed the inner iron door of the gambling house, cutting off the way out for Han Fei and the others, then opened a small door that only allowed one person to pass through: "Let your dog in."

Greed flashed across Sister Hong and Li Rou as the fat man’s gaze lingered on them. Just as he was anticipating who Han Fei would throw into that cell, he suddenly saw Han Fei himself walking towards that small door.

"Your dog is yourself? Hahaha!" The fat man laughed so hard his flabby body shook; in his view, only the very lowest people in the building would stoop to being dogs.

Han Fei stopped next to the small door, tilting his head to survey the cell’s interior: "If I put Big Evil inside, and the fat man suddenly attacks, I’d feel insecure without Big Evil. But if I put another pet inside, what if I lose?"

After a moment of thought, Han Fei knew what to do.

He pressed against the cell door and touched the Ghost Pattern.

Ghastly Ghost Patterns exuded an aura of extreme evil, casting shadows akin to a colossal whale leaping from the Abyss!

"Bang!"

Big Evil shattered the wall of the cell, Soul Poison splattered everywhere, its almost five-meter-tall frame nearly crushing the "Human-dog" bred by the gambling house.

The fat man could no longer laugh, his mouth hanging open in shock.

He had originally planned to let all the dogs of the gambling house attack at once; as long as one of the gambling house’s dogs won, he would win, the advantage seemingly all his.

"You’ve sold your souls to the gambling house, which is sad enough. I’ll help you find release," Han Fei said.

Screams erupted in an instant, the banquet of Big Evil.

But those screams lasted only three minutes before the cell of the gambling house became dead silent.

Big Evil crawled out from amidst the scattered limbs and broken bricks to Han Fei’s side, its eyes full of Disaster and ill omens greedily fixed on the fat man.

"Looks like I won." Han Fei and Big Evil both advanced toward the fat man, who backed up until he collided with the table and fell to the ground.

"You, you’ve won, this money is your reward."

The fat man took out a small pouch of Bone Coins and handed them to Han Fei, but Han Fei casually tossed them into Big Evil’s mouth without even blinking an eyebrow: "I summoned it at such a great cost, and this is all you’re giving me?"

"I have given all that I can give you; the gambling house has its rules," the fat man’s chubby face trembled as he leaned against the wall with no escape.

"The gambling house has its own rules, but you should know Red Alley has its rules too," Han Fei waved his hand, and Big Evil opened its mouth full of Soul Poison, reaching for the fat man’s head: "You must accept the loss; I need you to do a few things for me."