My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 794: The Fearful Child

Chapter 794: Chapter 794: The Fearful Child

Han Fei wanted to move the survivors on the fifteenth floor to the sixth floor, but he found it extremely difficult when he actually tried.

Using the stairs was like gambling with their lives. If it had been just him alone, it would have been fine, but with so many people, it would definitely attract the taboo.

Taking the elevator required several batches, and repeatedly using the elevator was also a risky affair.

The most critical issue was that the elevator card was still with the collector. Han Fei had run away so fast last night that he hadn’t noticed whether the Blood Shadow had killed the collector or not.

Han Fei shared his thoughts with the others. Luckily, Zangzang had seen the collector last night, and, with good intentions, had even lured away a crazed Mutant Ghost to help the collector.

Under Zangzang’s guidance, Han Fei and the others arrived at the central area of the fifteenth floor, where the stench was so unbearable that humans would struggle to tolerate it. If the tightly closed doors were to be opened, the piles of trash inside would burst out.

"The other floors really do treat this place like a garbage dump."

"There’s no helping it. Once a floor weakens or suffers a disaster, it’s easy to be abandoned," Zhang Xiaowei said, clenching his fists. "Weakness is the original sin."

After breaking open two doors, Han Fei found the collector, but unfortunately, he had already become a corpse.

His legs had been chopped off, and his neck appeared to have been bitten through by something. His hands were tightly clutching his own head.

This bastard, who liked collecting other people’s skulls, ended up fearing his own head would be stolen.

After taking the elevator card from the collector, Han Fei planned to go to the sixth floor first to scout the area and see if Ji Zheng had controlled the Disaster Ghost. Once he confirmed it was safe on the sixth floor, he would come back for the others.

The victims abandoned by the Divine Spirit represented the only remnant of goodwill inside the skyscraper. They were the most pitiable group within the building, existing there only because the Divine Spirit wanted to incessantly torment and ravage goodwill, enjoying the act of defiling and tearing apart those beautiful things repeatedly until the goodwill itself turned into malice, satisfying him.

These people were toys to the Divine Spirit, but to Han Fei, they were great allies. He had ample food and water; given enough time, he might actually be able to shake the residents’ faith in the "Divine Spirit."

When Han Fei took the elevator back to the sixth floor, he found it different from when he had left. The floor was littered with broken red raincoats, and the pungent smell of blood had even masked the odor of Blood Smoke.

"Are the Divine Spirit’s believers on this floor?"

The last thing Han Fei wanted to encounter in the skyscraper was the believers, those residents clad in red and black raincoats who, although appearing human, had lost all humanity and were completely controlled by the Divine Spirit as puppets.

"How many messengers have died?"

Han Fei entered Red Alley. In just one night, the sixth floor was already littered with corpses.

At first, Han Fei still counted the bodies, but later on, he simply let the Ghost Cat loose and followed it in a mad dash.

Ten minutes later, Han Fei emerged from the complex corridors and entered a high-risk area where the Disaster Ghost had once hidden.

Contrary to what Han Fei had imagined, the most dangerous place on the sixth floor had the fewest corpses of believers.

Pulling out the Blood-colored Paperman, Han Fei utilized this Curse Item to sense Fat Dog’s location, who had been coerced into eating the pig heart made by Xu Qin, and the matching curse was quickly detected by the Paperman.

Clearing the debris that blocked the path, Han Fei stopped in front of a bookshelf; he forcefully pushed aside the tattered bookshelf, revealing a wall covered in the character for "death."

Seeing those death characters, Han Fei vaguely felt they were familiar; he had seen a similar style of writing at the Middle-aged and Elderly Killer Club in the Black Rain Area.

"One of the club members has a hobby of calligraphy."

Han Fei tried to discern the clues hidden in these death characters, but he quickly lost patience and directly touched the Ghost Pattern to summon Big Evil: "Smash it for me!"

Big Evil excitedly approached the wall, its aura of disaster violently intensifying; the death characters on the wall, sensing Big Evil’s presence, began to fade and dissolve on their own.

The intact wall shattered before Han Fei, and Sister Hong’s surprised voice came from behind the wall: "Bai Cha!"

Upon hearing this name, Han Fei was momentarily stunned, but he quickly recovered, "What happened on the sixth floor?"

"This starts from your disappearance last night." Ji Zheng, covered in bloody scratch marks, appeared before Han Fei: "There’s a new Taboo in the building, and according to this unlucky old man, it’s somehow related to you."

Ji Zheng kicked an unconscious old man next to him, whose back was largely withered with plants.

"This old guy said you might have been backfired by the Taboo you summoned yourself, and we thought you wouldn’t survive in the hands of the Taboo, so we thought of hiding on the sixth floor for a while. Then this old man got greedy; he noticed one believer’s raincoat was different from the others and secretly acted to steal the raincoat, pretending to be a believer to leave the building."

Ji Zheng’s face carried a hint of cold smile: "He was so naïve. The believers could leave because their souls are extensions of the Pseudo-god’s body; anyone else would be discovered just by approaching the staircase door."

"The Night Watchman was right; this old man almost got us killed." Fat Dog also bore many injuries: "The believers were already searching inside the building, and he stirred up a hornet’s nest; all the believers gathered here, and in the end, we had no choice but to release the Disaster Ghost."

"The Disaster Ghost from the sixth floor is outside?" Han Fei broke out in cold sweat on his forehead; that he had safely made it here could only be attributed to very good luck.

"Believers are endless, and so is the Disaster Ghost. Just when we were worried about having nowhere to hide, this Mr. Mo, a bookish uncle, saved us." Ji Zheng stepped back and introduced a scholarly looking old man holding a battered radio.

"You must be familiar with this radio, right?" Uncle Mo sighed in relief upon seeing Han Fei: "The Dancer asked me to scout for your news around here. I didn’t expect that I’d also get trapped, but fortunately, he gave me this radio, which bears Divinity, allowing us to communicate with the outside weorld."

"Did the Dancer and Florist safely leave the Black Rain Area?" Han Fei hoped that the two elderly could safely get through the days ahead.

"They are headed to the Ancestral House, a place only the Dancer knows about, seemingly related to Divine Spirits." Uncle Mo pointed upwards without elaborating.

"Now is not the time for idle chat. More believers may come over soon. We have two options: stay and find the Disaster Ghost. I’ll try to appease it and then have it help block the believers; the second is to leave this floor quickly and never come back." Ji Zheng’s body was covered in frightening wounds, but he seemed long accustomed to the pain.

"We’ll split up into two groups; others head to the fifteenth floor where the grave house has been cleared. Ji Zheng and I will stay behind to find the Disaster Ghost and try to communicate with it, to calm its emotions," said Han Fei after making the arrangements, urging everyone to set out immediately.

"Are you sure you want to come with me to find the Disaster Ghost?" Ji Zheng pointed at his blood-drenched body, "One wrong move, and you could end up like this."

"It’s okay," Han Fei placed the Blood-colored Paperman over his heart and hid Xu Qin’s pet inside his clothes, "That Disaster Ghost seems invisible to ordinary people, how did you manage to find it?"

"With this." Ji Zheng lifted his camera, "My old buddy can capture fate. I followed fate’s rope to find it."

"Can capture fate? Can you take a picture of mine?" Han Fei was curious about his own fate.

"I took one the first time I met you, and the result..." Ji Zheng pulled out a photo from his pocket, it was pitch black without a hint of light, "Even the most evil night watchman has a speck of glow in his fate, yours is pretty much equivalent to Abyss."

"So, is that good or bad?" Han Fei had always felt his luck wasn’t too bad.

"How should I put it?" Ji Zheng hadn’t expected Han Fei to ask such a "sharp" question, "That big bug you keep has a much better fate than yours."

Neither spoke further; they just walked the corridors with the camera.

A full half-hour later, Ji Zheng, who was leading the way, stopped. He looked at the empty corridor and suddenly spread his arms, dropping all guards, inching forward.

"Don’t be afraid, relax, just like when I used to take you out to play," Ji Zheng had just finished speaking when one of his fingers was twisted by an invisible force, the sound of bone twisting was painfully audible.

Han Fei immediately tensed up, but Ji Zheng, as if nothing had happened, opened his arms and continued forward.

"You little brat, it’s me! See clearly, who used to protect you from bullying? Who rescued you from that man-eating family? Don’t dwell in fear, think carefully about what I told you back then!"

The corridor remained pitch black, the only response to Ji Zheng was the sound of bones being snapped.

"I know you can’t bear to kill me, that’s why you don’t want me to come close, right?" Ji Zheng’s fingers had already been snapped five times, but a smile appeared on his face, Han Fei’s first time seeing him smile.

"When others come near you, you crush them to pieces, but you treat me gently."

"Don’t deny it, you’re carefully controlling yourself, snapping my fingers one by one, just to make me back down. But how could I let down your kindness?"

Ji Zheng’s voice carried far down the corridor, and as Han Fei watched Ji Zheng’s scar-ridden body, he felt that Ji Zheng, the Disaster Ghost, and himself were all fundamentally gentle people.

His clothes were torn, and splashes of blood burst from Ji Zheng’s chest, but this time he seemed determined to close the distance.

Ji Zheng knew clearly that if he abandoned the Disaster Ghost and left it alone on the sixth floor, more followers would come after a while. They might even perform some special rituals that could really hurt the Disaster Ghost.

"Alright, I admit that when I first met you, I wasn’t very nice. Always making you buy me drinks, tricking you out of your money, and stealing your food, but I truly saw you as my only family because you were about the same age as my child when I left him."

"I’m a fallen night watchman, that mission was supposed to end with your death, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to do it."

"In this filthy, chaotic place, you gave me a reason to live again."

"I don’t know how you see me, but I hope you understand, I’ve always seen you as my own child."

"Overcome your fear! Don’t panic anymore! I will protect you like last time!"

By the time Ji Zheng said these words, his torso was mangled, but he persisted without turning back, walking until he reached the end of the corridor.

A faint cry sounded, and a thin little boy appeared in the darkness, wearing a welfare home’s clothes, his identification number no longer visible.

"Take my hand, we’re moving to a new home this time." Ji Zheng, seemingly fearless, decisively reached out his almost crippled hand, and just as he was about to touch the little boy, a massive, constantly crying ghost shadow suddenly surged from behind the boy.

"Big Evil!" Han Fei immediately called out to Big Evil, but the next moment left him quite astonished.

The crying Disaster Ghost was about to bite off Ji Zheng’s head, yet Ji Zheng didn’t dodge or flinch, and the ghost’s attack also stopped just before touching Ji Zheng.

The boy stopped crying and held Ji Zheng’s hand.

"The Disaster Ghost is this child’s fear materialized, appearing whenever he’s terrified," Ji Zheng said with his twisted fingers as he pinched the boy’s face, "You really went all out, it hurt like hell."

Though he spoke of pain, his face was smiling, Ji Zheng only showed this other side of him when he was with the child.

"You’re badly hurt, let me help you with that first."

Han Fei pulled out various items from the item bar, but Ji Zheng waved his hand, casually pointing at the sins on his body, "As long as these sins are with me, I won’t die easily, don’t worry. The priority now is to get out of here, those fanatical followers could arrive at any moment."

"That works," Han Fei said. After the little boy’s emotions had stabilized thoroughly, he gently touched him.

"Player 0000, please note! You’ve found one of the missing children from the Blood-colored Orphanage!"

"Fear Disaster Ghost (one of the children abducted from the Blood-colored Orphanage): This child is not just a simple toy for Divine Spirits, he harbors certain secrets."

"Attention! Disaster Ghost, Taboo are among Divine Spirit’s most disliked things! Some of them can even rival Hatred in power!"

(Next Chapter at 6 PM tomorrow)