My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 813: The Life Pile of the Skyscraper

Chapter 813: Chapter 813: The Life Pile of the Skyscraper

Han Fei accepted the photos Ji Zheng had taken. The first photo was taken in the elevator lobby, where all the elevators seemed to be out of control, with the doors opening and closing constantly, swallowing and disgorging bodies.

The second photo was taken on an unfamiliar floor, where the originally dead were possessed by Resentment Souls, frantically slaughtering the believers and natives.

The third photo was a candid shot, showing a woman in red, entwined with countless Curses.

"Where did you take this last photo?" Han Fei’s gaze lingered on the last photo, unable to look away for a long time.

Although the photo was blurry and the threads of fate were almost invisible, Han Fei still recognized the person.

"On the 49th floor, that woman was shrouded in Hatred and Curse, seemingly searching for someone in the building. She slaughtered her way from the first floor directly up to the fiftieth floor." Ji Zheng seemed also frightened by that woman, daring only to take photos from a distance and not getting close.

"The outside hatred has entered the building, and yet the Divine Spirit still hasn’t reacted?" Han Fei found this very abnormal. The Skyscraper was the Garden Owner’s lair, and now the believers had been slaughtered twice without any action: "It seems the Unspeakable’s target is indeed the Paradise Passage."

Han Fei waved to Mr. Mo, signaling him to take out that almost broken radio: "I want to contact the Dancer outside the building, can you help me?"

"This can only be used for one-way contact." Mr. Mo was also somewhat helpless: "Additionally, this radio may not be usable for many more times. We should cherish each opportunity to use it."

"This is a very critical moment now." Han Fei held down Big Evil’s head, placing the radio in front of it: "How did you transmit the information last time?"

Previously, when the Dancer contacted Han Fei, Big Evil had transmitted information about Han Fei planning to engage in frenzied mating in the building through the Curse carried within itself, which might have also been one of the reasons the red-clad Hatred charged into the building.

Big Evil lay somewhat reluctantly on the ground, touching the radio with its head.

"Don’t act pitiful, you and Shen Luo are just a pair of jokers." Han Fei instinctively categorized Big Evil and Shen Luo together.

Urged by Han Fei, Big Evil injected drop after drop of Soul Poison into the radio, making the cracks on it increasingly numerous.

Mr. Mo, standing by, watched in terror but dared not say anything.

After a few minutes, the sound of crackling static erupted from the radio, and the Dancer’s shocked old voice emerged from within.

"Why is my radio wet?"

"Move away! That’s lethal poison!"

Once the communication was confirmed, Han Fei didn’t delay: "Old man, Mr. Mo and I have already met inside the building. You must quickly inform the Hatred looking for me! Those outside the building should immediately return to the Paradise Passage! The Unspeakable’s target is likely the passage! They must guard the Shrine in the Paradise!"

"Passage? Paradise? What are you talking about..."

The Dancer hadn’t yet reacted when the communication was cut off; the radio was full of Soul Poison and might need some time before it could be used again.

"I hope the old man can pass my words along." Han Fei had already done his best. He returned the radio to Mr. Mo and then took out the Blood-colored Paperman from his chest.

The paperman, dyed red by Xu Qin’s blood, appeared very excited the moment it emerged. There seemed to be some kind of connection between it and Xu Qin, allowing them to sense each other’s existence.

"Lead the way, we’re going up!" Han Fei now had two tasks: find other Fragments of the second brain and rendezvous with the Hatred that had entered the Skyscraper.

The Skyscraper was a place where entry was possible but not exit, not even for the Hatred would it risk entering it since this place was the turf of the Unspeakable. However, the Hatred shrouded in Curse charged in without hesitation, meaning this was no simple neighborly relationship.

Let the Soul of Evil expand as much as it wanted on the lower fifty floors, and Han Fei led the others into the blood-stained elevator.

Guided by the Blood-colored Paperman, they arrived together on the fortieth floor.

As they exited the elevator, a familiar and intimate Curse surrounded Han Fei. Every day, his meals contained similar condiments.

"Xu Qin used a Curse on this floor." Han Fei kicked away debris in the hallway, checking each room, seeing that all the female criminals’ inner malice and curses had been stripped away: "Not a single survivor. It seems she was in a hurry."

"That’s not hurry, that’s brutality, alright?" Ji Zheng really didn’t know where Han Fei had met these friends, as there wasn’t a single normal person among them.

"Let’s go, keep going up!"

"Are you sure? The fortieth to fiftieth floors are where the Extreme Authority lives; they enslave many Monsters, and it’s said some are works of the Divine Spirit." Ji Zheng now politely addressed Han Fei: "I’m not trying to stop you, just hoping you think it through."

"Didn’t we already kill one Extreme Authority?" Han Fei headed to the elevator lobby: "Everyone has long had no way back. Instead of pinning our hopes on others, we should take action ourselves and seize destiny’s throat."

The smell of blood in the elevator lobby was unbearably heavy, and the twenty-something elevators inside the Skyscraper never stopped, with the living and dead endlessly going in and out. Most passengers who took the elevator never came out, but even knowing that the elevator was a monstrous eater, they still rushed in.

People from the upper fifty floors wanted to come down to escape calamity, while those from the lower fifty wanted to go up for a better life. The skyscraper was being torn apart by several forces.

The numbers on the elevator display began to change, and when the blood-red digit turned to "49," the elevator stopped. The elevator cards Han Fei found did not grant permission to go higher.

"What’s the difference between the upper and lower fifty floors?" Han Fei stepped out of the elevator holding the blood-colored paperman, as a biting curse atmosphere converged towards him, like an embrace in scarlet.

"They represent two different eras, I think." Mr. Mo distanced himself from Han Fei, walking at the back of the group. "I heard from the Dancer that the Garden Owner’s life is divided into two phases, corresponding to the lower and upper fifty floors. You can clearly see that the lower fifty floors are run-down, filthy, and impoverished, survival itself is a problem. This was actually the childhood living environment of the Garden Owner."

"Then does the upper fifty floors correspond to the Garden Owner’s memories of adulthood?"

"It’s not entirely like that. To be accurate..." Mr. Mo considered for a moment before speaking, "It corresponds to the Garden Owner’s memories after becoming a ’Ghost.’

"Memories after becoming a ghost?"

"The lower fifty floors, though poor, dirty, and occupied by disease and death, are at least within the realm of humans. The upper fifty floors seem prosperous and beautiful, but that’s all a facade. According to the Dancer, it is a place incomparably absurd, crazy, and despairing, devoid of any normal emotions and character," Mr. Mo lowered his voice. "This skyscraper is essentially the life of the Garden Owner."

"Then how can we enter the upper fifty floors?" Han Fei looked at the paperman frantically absorbing curses. He sensed that Xu Qin had deliberately left a large amount of curse, so if Han Fei came here, those curses could assist him.

"There are three ways: obtain permission from the Divine Spirit, break through the Taboo blockade using the stairwell, or open the Shrine of the Divine Spirit and vie for control over the skyscraper," Ji Zheng said. "I have long tried to access the areas above the fiftieth floor, but I’ve never succeeded. Now, with the help of you monsters, we have a thirty percent chance to escape from the stairwell pursuit of the Taboo."

"The stairwell isn’t the best choice. Take me to find the Shrine of the Divine Spirit." Han Fei released Big Evil, who grew more excited upon reaching the forty-ninth floor, like a starving dog seeing a bone after three days.

"The Shrine of the Divine Spirit exists only in legend, known only to the most devout fanatics. No one knows where it is located. I even suspect it’s a scam," Ji Zheng wanted Han Fei to abandon unrealistic fantasies, but before he finished speaking, Big Evil suddenly dashed off in a certain direction like crazy.

"Follow it!"

Xu Qin had just cleared the forty-ninth floor, so Han Fei and his group didn’t face much obstruction. However, as they moved, they found some fragments of Xu Qin’s clothing. The strongest Hatred beside Han Fei was injured upon arriving at this floor.

Gathering up the clothing fragments, Han Fei quickened his pace. Led by Big Evil, they zigzagged around several times before reaching a strange place.

In the center of the forty-ninth floor, a column exceeding three meters in diameter was constructed, something absent from other floors.

"A load-bearing wall?" Han Fei touched the massive stone pillar, gave Big Evil a look, and the creature instantly understood, retreating a few steps before charging at the pillar with full force!

Big Evil’s skin was impervious even to the Divine Spirit’s will, but after colliding with the pillar, a tiny Hatred of Separation appeared on its head, and Soul Poison and Black Blood stained the stone pillar.

Aggravated by the injury, Big Evil became more excited, the more pain it felt, the more thrilled it became.

Completely ignoring Han Fei, Big Evil was enticed by something within the pillar like a moth to flame, repeatedly ramming it in the most primal manner.

"Does it always behave like this?" Ji Zheng covered the fearful boy’s eyes. "Should we stop it?"

"Though I am its master, I really can’t stop it." Han Fei’s blood volume hadn’t recovered, so he didn’t dare go over lightly.

The black blood and soul poison on the pillar grew more abundant. As they continued to spread, the engravings on the pillar gradually became clear, revealing tortured faces of innocent souls.

The bodies seemed sealed within the pillar, with only twisted, anguished faces exposed.

"Attack it together!" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, dark energy roaring, and walked over to the other side of the pillar.

"Are you sure? This thing seems to be something placed by the Divine Spirit, mediating between above and below..." Mr. Mo hadn’t finished speaking when Han Fei already slashed the pillar with his saber, the dazzling blade light avoiding the faces, cracks appearing near them.

Ji Zheng took a sharp breath, watching Han Fei and Big Evil, who showed no reverence towards the Divine Spirit. For a moment, he didn’t know if it was the master resembling the pet, or the pet mimicking the master.

Indeed, Ji Zheng and the others weren’t needed. The Rebirth Slaughter Saber and Big Evil’s Death Intent had already severely damaged the surface of the pillar. These two completely opposing forces tore apart the "shell" of the skyscraper’s pillar.

The stone covering shattered, revealing the true appearance of the pillar to everyone.

Bodies of victims twisted and entangled one another. It wasn’t a stone pillar at all; it was a human pillar holding up the skyscraper.

"The Rebirth Saber finds it hard to harm these innocent victims." Han Fei stopped, and Big Evil next to him was also agitated, its soul poison canceled out by some power from the "human pillar," preventing it from penetrating inside.

"Big Evil is only interested in the Shrine. What it seeks lies inside the pillar, and the way to the upper fifty floors should also be hidden within," Han Fei understood Big Evil well, aware of its irresistible urge for offerings to the Divine Spirit.

"This pillar is established by the Divine Spirit, serving as the skyscraper’s foundation. Those innocent people are the subjects of living sacrifices." Mr. Mo’s eyes held pity and anguish. "Building pillar, erecting human pillar, stuffing the aperture, consecrating a deity. The Divine Spirit has blood-sacrificed too many people to construct this skyscraper."

"Is there any way to save these people?" Han Fei stood beside the "human pillar," gripping the Rebirth Slaughter Saber tightly.

"Yes." With a complex look in his eyes, Mr. Mo replied to Han Fei, "Kill that Evil God."