My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 786 Catastrophic Anomaly

Chapter 786: Chapter 786 Catastrophic Anomaly

"There’s no problem with anything! A bet is a bet!" As Big Evil’s mouth slowly opened, the gambler fattie became much more honest, willing to agree to any demand of Han Fei’s.

"You sure change quickly," Han Fei hadn’t expected a fierce-looking person like the fattie to switch so rapidly, but maybe he had underestimated the psychological impact that Big Evil had on ordinary people.

"The gambling house on the sixth floor is within Red Alley, so the rules of Red Alley are also the rules of the gambling house." The fattie watched Big Evil’s mouth with a heart pounding in terror, as the Soul Poison almost fell on his face, "Could you please keep it away from me? I’m afraid it might hurt me by mistake."

Han Fei raised his arm, and Big Evil took a step back, "Firstly, you need to tell me all the information about this skyscraper; secondly, I need you to cooperate to maintain the normal operation of Red Alley; if you receive any messages from the gambling house, you need to inform me immediately."

"Sure! No problem at all! These are trivial matters for me." The fattie curled up, resembling a gigantic Insect Pupae, "The gambling house and the Blind Merchant both have their own methods of passing information internally. Whatever special events happen on any floor can be known immediately for a certain price. Besides information, we have ways to obtain ’specialties’ and ’residents’ from other floors, just command me if you need anything."

The fattie was too cooperative to the point that Han Fei felt he might have a Ghost Fetus, planning on getting back at him once he left.

"I need you to eat this heart, then continue talking to me." Han Fei took out a pig heart cooked by Xu Qin from his item bar; after becoming the embodiment of Hatred, her cooking contained a more intense curse, one that even Big Evil refused to eat, though everyone publicly praised Xu Qin’s cooking skills.

"What is this?"

"A lunch prepared for me by family from afar." Han Fei watched the fattie eat the pig heart. After the curse was triggered, he had Big Evil pour Soul Poison into it, forming a delicate balance within the fattie’s body.

The fattie, who once just had a potbelly, now had every drop of blood tainted with curse if he ever burst open.

The few people following Han Fei watched all his actions closely, having already regarded Han Fei as a real devil, an even more crazed and twisted ambitious figure than the lord of Red Alley; fortunately, they were on the same side as Han Fei.

Feeling the slow curse and the ever-threatening Soul Poison inside him, the fattie’s features scrunched together, "I might have spoken too rashly just now; to get internal news from the gambling house, one needs to use money or things of equivalent value to exchange, and even if I were to go bankrupt, I won’t be able to exchange too much for you. The real owner of the gambling house resides on a floor above the fiftieth, I’m just a manager watching the place."

"Keep a close eye on all kinds of information in the building. If I die, you’ll also scatter your soul, tormented by Soul Poison to the extent of not even becoming a ghost." Han Fei cupped the fattie’s face, using a secret that could touch the depths of the soul, he felt the fattie’s inner fear and dread, seeing a shivering soul.

"Player number 0000, take note! You have discovered a special resident—Fat Dog."

"The owner of the gambling house is a dog raised by a Divine Spirit. It tears at the souls of its victims, driving them to the gambling table, turning them into the gambling house’s Meat Food, Coin, inhuman beasts."

"Fat Dog (Power Enhanced): He traded all his past memories and humanity for chips, exchanging them for a power that could grow incessantly."

"Memory is the most useless thing. Remembering you but being unable to protect you feels too painful. I would rather forget you and protect you with instinct."

After reading the system prompt, Han Fei withdrew his hand, "Fat Dog, quite a nice name. I hope that person you want to protect hasn’t been killed by you yet."

Han Fei’s words made the fatty flinch, his mind somewhat muddled.

"Sister Hong, are there any other dangerous places on the sixth floor? I want to eliminate all the potential threats." Han Fei took out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, looking at the newly added humane points on it. Completing tasks in this skyscraper could earn double points, killing residents had a certain chance to gain the deceased’s remaining humanity, capturing criminals could strengthen the Big Evil, plus there were no rules to bind him; Han Fei felt this place was just perfect for Kuangxiao.

"You’ve already cleaned up the dangerous rooms on the perimeter, but there will still be more dangerous things coming to this building at any moment, like wandering Mutant Ghosts and suddenly mutating Grave Houses, etc." Sister Hong cautiously warned Han Fei.

"Are there no other powers and organizations to be aware of on the sixth floor?"

"There are some cleaning workers, the Rustic Ladder people." Fat Dog got up from the ground, it was unclear whether he was settling personal scores or genuinely trying to help Han Fei, he stood up with some difficulty next to Han Fei, "Those people don’t take us seriously at all, they’re unruly and impolite."

"Don’t listen to his nonsense, the Rustic Ladder cleaners are very dangerous; they can use the elevator freely, go to different floors, have a collection of a large number of cursed items in the building, and have enslaved many powerful and terrifying monsters." Sister Hong quickly stood up, "Just think about it, how can people who can enter and clean different deadly zones be weak?"

The skyscraper’s cleaners had become a mysterious and powerful force, something Han Fei had not anticipated before his arrival.

"They’re not easy to mess with, but if they think we’re easy to bully, they might intentionally send some large ’trash’ that they can’t deal with to this floor, treating it as a dump." Fat Dog stood up straight, he only bowed in front of Han Fei, and was rather rude to Sister Hong.

"What does it mean to send large trash to this floor?" Han Fei frowned.

"Previously, the master of Red Alley would give some benefits to Rustic Ladder, so they’d use the elevator to lead away difficult-to-handle monsters. Monsters won’t just disappear; if they’re not harming our floor, then they’re surely going to cause trouble on other floors." Sister Hong shared her thoughts, "We don’t need to fall out with those cleaners, just give them some coins and Blood Smoke, and they won’t bother us."

"Anyway, let’s go meet them first." Han Fei led Fat Dog, Sister Hong, and Li Rou out of the Gambling House.

Standing on either side of Han Fei, Sister Hong and Fat Dog seemed to be vying for favor, having lived in this skyscraper for too long, they could do anything to survive better.

The red lights along the corridor gradually went out, the temperature kept dropping, and the hallway’s debris and trash became more abundant. The rooms on both sides were mostly abandoned, with no one in sight.

"Every floor has areas suitable for living and areas that aren’t; those unsuitable areas are often occupied by Mutant Ghosts, Grave Houses, and Night Watchmen. The Rustic Ladder people are mainly responsible for cleaning these areas, but they are greedy, cowardly, and unprincipled – they won’t risk cleaning them properly, which leads to a constant shrinkage of habitable areas in the building." Sister Hong hid behind Li Rou; she exhaled a puff of cold air, feeling her hands and feet go cold, "Continuing along this corridor and going further inside leads to the Rustic Ladder cleaners’ area, I’ve never been in there, and I don’t know what we’ll encounter."

Fat Dog stood on the other side of Han Fei. His thick skin made him not feel the cold, but his already small eyes squinted together, his expression somewhat uneasy, "I also haven’t seen Rustic Ladder cleaners on the sixth floor in a long time."

After moving the rubbish that was blocking the way, Han Fei took out a flashlight and shone it towards the dark corridor’s end.

The corridor was flanked by abandoned rooms, and the air was thick with the heavy smell of decay; on the ground, there were traces of something heavy being dragged.

"I always feel like there’s a terrifying monster living inside," muttered the elderly man, rubbing his hands and hiding at the very back.

"This area is supposed to be under the care of Rustic Ladder Cleaners, but where are they?" Han Fei crouched down, using his multiple times enhanced senses to discover fresh bloodstains on the debris: "Let’s go, take a look inside."

Following the bloodstains, Han Fei arrived at the first corner of the corridor, where he saw the same followers he had encountered before—two men in red raincoats whose bodies were twisted together as if they were oversized twisted dough sticks.

"Divine Spirit’s followers are just casually killed like this?" Fat Dog and Sister Hong both stopped in their tracks: "This definitely isn’t the work of Rustic Ladder Cleaners, there’s been an accident in the area that’s supposed to be cleaned!"

Blood flowed from the red raincoats as Han Fei lifted them to inspect the bodies, the followers’ organs were completely crushed: "Could someone twist two bodies together with their bare hands?"

Han Fei, who had followed the police on many cases, began to observe carefully; there were no obvious wounds on the followers’ skin.

"So strange! It doesn’t seem like someone grabbed the two bodies and twisted them together, it’s more like their bodies twisted and entwined uncontrollably."

Han Fei had indeed seen similar abilities in Fu Sheng’s Memory Shrine; doctors from the Plastic Surgery Hospital could manipulate patients’ flesh, making them perform unthinkable actions.

Summoning Nine-life, Han Fei had Black Snake Shadow conceal itself in the darkness to scout ahead.

The bloodstains in the stairwell grew denser, and numerous pieces of trash and debris were twisted by some force, even the walls began to warp outwards, with cracks covering the load-bearing walls.

"Sister Hong, have you ever seen collapses inside your building?"

"Every floor is protected by Divine Spirit, and even if there’s a partial collapse, the Rustic Ladder people will come fix it," Sister Hong obviously realized the seriousness of the situation: "Maybe we should pull back. It’s okay if it’s a Mutant Ghost, but if it’s a Taboo, we won’t even be able to run away!"

Possibly hearing Sister Hong and Han Fei’s conversation, a faint cry for help came from a pile of garbage ten meters away.

Han Fei first sent Black Snake to check, and only after confirming there was no danger did he dare to approach slowly with the others, moving garbage piece by piece, they discovered a man with only his upper body visible.

He was wearing the uniform of a Rustic Ladder Cleaner, his belly and viscera twisted like ropes, as if his body had been directly twisted apart from the middle.

"There, there’s a Disaster Ghost, go to the tenth floor..." As soon as the cleaner spoke, black blood flowed out, the only mobile hand he had left clutched a severely damaged elevator card.

"What’s a Disaster Ghost?"

The cleaner’s teeth began to fall out as he spoke, "Tenth floor, the Night Watchman with the camera, escape..." and his breath grew weaker and weaker.

Han Fei tried to pull him completely out of the garbage pile, but as soon as he tugged, a very bad feeling arose in Han Fei’s heart.

The sound of something rupturing echoed by his side; Han Fei looked up to find Nine-life, who was guarding his front, with its arms twisted and broken, its body also beginning to deform.

Completely unaware of where the assailant could be, Han Fei had no choice but to urge everyone to leave quickly.

"Player number 0000, please take note! You have successfully triggered the Hidden Map random E-level high-difficulty task—Disaster Ghost!"

"There is only one random high-difficulty task per floor in the Hidden Map, with a trigger chance of five percent, the level of danger far exceeds ordinary tasks! Please choose carefully whether to accept the task!"

"Accept!" Han Fei naturally wouldn’t pass up the task at hand.

"Task requirement: Kill the Disaster Ghost."

Han Fei didn’t even know what the Disaster Ghost was, and he didn’t have time to think about it now; he left the sixth floor’s area to be cleaned at a jog.

"That ghost inside will come out sooner or later; this floor isn’t safe." Han Fei originally didn’t want to leave the sixth floor so quickly, but after he had seen the Disaster Ghost, his heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

To not reveal his weakness, Han Fei turned on the Master-level Acting switch in his Brain Sea, focusing on the source of that unease.

In the dimness, a Blood Shadow seemed to be constantly approaching; it appeared to have entered the skyscraper.

"The monster I summoned from the Ghost Gate Blood Sea didn’t die? Facing a Large-scaled Grudge and other works of Divine Spirit, it could still survive?"

There was some kind of unbreakable connection between Han Fei and the "monster" he had summoned; without hesitation, he directed Sister Hong to take him to the elevator lobby on the sixth floor.

"I’ve already completed one task; now all I need to do is to hold out at any cost for three hours," he said to himself.