My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 804: Heroes in the Night

Chapter 804: Chapter 804: Heroes in the Night

"The Night Watchman with a mask?"

Ji Zheng appeared to recognize the other person. He slowly lowered his hand holding the camera, his complexion turning extremely poor: "There’s only one Night Watchman with a mask in this building..."

The Hatred Black Fire spread like the wings of a butterfly, scattering countless Dream Dust around the mask.

The half-squatting Night Watchman slowly stood up, his gaze moving to behind Han Fei. That mask seemed to possess life, showing a sinister smile: "Night Watchman on duty, those who come close shall die."

The brilliant Dream Dust fell to the twenty-ninth floor, and the Black Fire burned on the flesh walls. The gaze of the masked Night Watchman seemed like a cycle of life and death, pulling those who met his eyes into nightmares.

"It’s getting a bit tricky." Han Fei vaguely saw the figure of a Butterfly on the masked Night Watchman, a fearsome opponent he had encountered before.

"If you’re scared, you can hide behind me." Flesh and blood arms extended from the walls beside Han Fei, countless Ghost Children shrieked as they tore open the ground, and the Director, composed of severed flesh and limbs, pulled countless strings of fate, quietly emerging.

The Soul of Evil walked to the front of Han Fei, the evil in his eyes undisguised: "I hate those who speak of justice and morality the most—they hold others to the standards of saints and treat themselves by the standards of rascals."

As the Dream Dust scattered, the Black Fire on the masked Night Watchman soon burned to the "Director." Layer by layer of flesh was scorched, but the Soul of Evil seemed indifferent. He arrogantly pointed at the masked Night Watchman: "Burn it, my flesh is connected to this Ghost Building. If you have the ability, cremate this entire building."

The destinies of all deceased were reconnected with their bodies, densely packed Destiny Threads pierced into the building. The Soul of Evil gathered all the power of the flesh and lunged at the masked Night Watchman!

"You can’t escape." The Soul of Evil climbed the stairs of flesh, saying, "The brain of Number Two can calculate everyone’s fate. While he cannot cut the shackles of fate, he can use everyone’s fate to choose the path most beneficial to himself."

The Hatred Black Fire burned the corpses, but it couldn’t destroy the hidden Destiny Threads within them.

Threads tainted with Death Intent intertwined into the body of the masked Night Watchman, gradually altering his fate.

"Such a formidable and irremediable ability, yet Number Two doesn’t know how to use it. He could flee alone using everyone’s destinies, but instead, he chose to burden himself with all the negative destinies, changing the paths of others with his own fate."

The Soul of Evil had deciphered the secrets hidden within the Director’s body, understanding how to maximize the ability of taboo powers. Compared to the many concerns of the number two child, this ability became increasingly terrifying in the unprincipled hands of the Soul of Evil.

His body forcibly bound by the fate of others, the masked Night Watchman realized the Black Fire could not sever the strings of fate and immediately altered his strategy.

He leaped to Han Fei’s floor, his uniform burned to ashes by the Black Fire, revealing his body covered in Butterfly Patterns.

Since he couldn’t escape the ties of fate, his only choice was to kill the one wielding the strings of fate.

He extended his hand, making a gun gesture toward Ji Zheng. At the moment his finger curled, Ji Zheng fell backward to the ground, even the camera lens cracked.

"What kind of ability is this? The power of dreams? What is his relationship with the Butterfly?" Han Fei’s mind raced as he sensed the threat of death, quickly taking refuge behind Big Evil.

But even shielded by Big Evil, the sense of danger in Han Fei’s heart lingered, as if someone already had a gun aimed at his soul, impossible to evade regardless of where he hid.

Fingers curled, the Butterfly Patterns on the masked Night Watchman became dazzlingly splendid, and an unseen, untouchable bullet appeared out of nowhere in Han Fei’s Brain Sea. Then, he felt boundless nightmares crashing down, swallowing his consciousness, soul, and all memories together!

Piercing pain surged from the back of his head, Han Fei felt his body sinking wildly. Just as he was about to be completely consumed by the nightmare, a blood-soaked arm caught him.

Han Fei lifted his head; he saw nothing but heard the shrill sound of Kuangxiao.

"Rebirth!"

A hideous Ghost Pattern spread instantly all over his body. Han Fei and the Butterfly seemed like destined adversaries, and he advanced while laughing fiercely, wielding a saber.

The masked Night Watchman hadn’t expected Han Fei to be unaffected by his "bullet." As he was stunned, Big Evil, Ghost Gate Blood Shadow, and the Director simultaneously closed in.

Han Fei never fought solo. His survival thus far was due to numbers and strength.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

The Word Spirit ability instantly maxed out Agility. Kuangxiao’s personality differed greatly from Han Fei’s. Both had one drop of blood, but Han Fei preferred steady, careful actions, whereas Kuangxiao became exceedingly excited, seeming to only forget his inner pain at the brink of death!

The masked Night Watchman’s ability was terrifying, yet today he encountered four "freaks" able to withstand his power.

The flesh-made ground was dug out by Ghost Children, plotting insidious Soul of Evil had long prepared for this. The floor continued to collapse, dragging the masked Night Watchman to the twenty-sixth floor, a perfect flesh cage prepped for Soul of Evil.

Han Fei, Kuangxiao, and the Soul of Evil dealt with matters in vastly different ways. However, it was undeniable that all three were "madmen" causing significant headaches for enemies.

Invisible bullets struck Han Fei’s soul, repeatedly engulfed by nightmares, but Kuangxiao always fished him out at crucial moments.

Sometimes Han Fei even wondered if Kuangxiao could be immune to all nightmares and Illusions until he gazed into the Blood-colored Orphanage deep within his Brain Sea, where phantom orphan figures slowly emerged—the pain those children endured surpassed all nightmares world has seen.

The strings of fate wrapped around more tightly. The Soul of Evil intended to firmly bind the masked Night Watchman to the twenty-sixth floor. The Night Watchman, adorned with burning Black Fire and splendid patterns, also prepared for a final struggle.

Both sides ready with their trump cards, the towering Skyscraper suddenly shook violently!

Deafening thunder roared in the clouds, and a small gap tore in the clouds that had shrouded the Black Rain Area for years. Enigmatic, eerie Gesheng resonated from the fifty-plus floors, and all faith within the building began to pray and chant a certain "person’s" name devoutly upon hearing the sound.

"The Divine Spirit draws closer to awakening!" Mr. Mo dared not approach the Hatred, secretly casting spells from behind, but upon the upheaval, abandoned the half-written "death" character, loudly alerting Han Fei.

"Awakening? Seems more like trouble to me," the Soul of Evil only wanted to kill the masked Night Watchman now, preferring one bird in hand over ten in the forest.

After the loud noise, the smile on the Night Watchman’s mask stiffened, blood seeping from his skin, his Butterfly Patterns gradually shifting from brilliant to blood-red.

Everyone believed the masked Night Watchman was about to unleash a massive attack for a desperate battle, but the next moment, his skin began to crack and peel like a cocoon.

"Is he trying to run?"

The long-awaiting Kuangxiao seized the opportunity and swung down at the Night Watchman’s head.

During this critical "Shedding" moment, the Night Watchman had no time to dodge. The Rebirth Slaughter Saber shattered the mask on his face!

The mirror-like mask fragments shattered and scattered. Like a vandal shattering a child’s beautiful dream, everyone on the floor saw the face of that Night Watchman.

"It’s him?!"

Han Fei never anticipated meeting the hero who once pursued the Butterfly in such a manner.

In the police files on the Butterfly, one victim’s information was stored separately—he was Li Xue’s senior brother, a young police school student personally chosen by her.

The police knew the Butterfly could see through human nature. To plan an ambush to capture it, Li Xue required someone unyielding and incorruptible to act as bait.

The new police school recruit, whose name remained top secret, bore unprecedented pressure. Yet it was through his extraordinary performance that he helped the police tear off the Butterfly’s wings, relegating the deranged madman into the city’s shadows.

During that operation, Li Xue’s senior brother disappeared. To prevent his family from being harmed by the Butterfly, all information about him was sealed, Han Fei had only seen a photo of him.

Blood-colored Butterfly Patterns and shells exploded outward, Dream Dust engulfed everything. When the Dream Dust settled, only a Human Skin was left on the ground, pierced through by countless Destiny Threads.

"He sure ran fast." The Soul of Evil was somewhat dissatisfied, intending to complain to Han Fei, but upon noticing it was Kuangxiao controlling Han Fei’s body, he decisively gave up approaching: "I can’t leave these floors, but if you go after him now, you might still have a chance to finish him off. Don’t just stand there! Strike while he’s down! Seizing such a good opportunity is imperative!"

"Indeed, we can’t let him escape." Han Fei glanced at the opening overhead and began trying to communicate with Kuangxiao.