My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 814: Madam, is this Soul of Evil what you are looking for?

Chapter 814: Chapter 814: Madam, is this Soul of Evil what you are looking for?

"No one can kill the Evil God. If he can do that, he will become the New God."

Ji Zheng hoped Han Fei could have some more practical ideas. The Human Pillar is the foundation of connecting the upper and lower levels of the skyscraper. The Garden Owner would never allow it to be easily destroyed.

"No one has ever used other methods to enter the upper fifty floors; this is the rule."

"Stop sticking to your set ways. We’re here to build new rules, aren’t we?"

Except for Big Evil, no one believed in Han Fei. Everyone stayed away from the Human Pillar, as if those hideous and terrifying Ghost Faces might pull anyone who approached into it at any moment.

"There’s something inside the Human Pillar that Big Evil wants. Part of the Shrine might be wrapped among countless victims, and everything seems to happen like in reality. The deaths of victims pile up into bloody corpses, forming the proof of their guilt—this is their evidence!"

Han Fei gripped the dazzling blade of humanity on the Rebirth Slaughter Saber and reached out towards the Human Pillar.

The Wronged Dead scrambled to bite towards him, their bodies interwoven and tangled, seemingly causing the pillar to tilt.

"Even you whom the Rebirth Slaughter Saber refuses to harm, will you bite me?"

Inside the skyscraper, there is no kindness and trust. The best way to prevent oneself from getting hurt is to hurt others first. In such a malformed chaotic place, even if the residents find secrets within the Human Pillar, their first reaction would be to attack others like Big Evil did.

But the fate of Big Evil, everyone has already seen.

The skin that even the Divine Spirit could not penetrate was easily pierced; Big Evil’s Black Blood nearly dyed the stone garments of the Human Pillar red.

The deeper one harms them, the more they will harm in return. These innocent victims, once so kind, now repay the world with immense malice.

Over the years, Han Fei should be the only exception. The Rebirth Slaughter Saber is hard to harm those who do not kill. It automatically avoided the Wronged Dead and focused on attacking the gaps.

Even the most skilled blade artist cannot open the stone garments without harming the Human Pillar, but Han Fei did it.

He not only did not harm the Wronged Dead within the Human Pillar; the sharp Rebirth Slaughter Saber even bore no intent to kill—this saber, considered the sharpest to the evil ones, appeared to the victims like a shimmering galaxy, irresistibly drawing them near.

Big Evil no longer attacked the Human Pillar; the others stayed far away, only Han Fei touched the Human Pillar with his hand gripping the blade.

"Touch the deepest secrets of the soul!"

Han Fei did not know how to help these souls, so he wanted to ask these souls.

Boundless Grudge Energy crept up Han Fei’s arm to his head, the scene resembling a whirlpool formed on a black tide, ready to swallow Han Fei whole.

Li Rou stepped forward, intending to help Han Fei, but Ji Zheng intercepted her first. He shook his head slightly and handed Li Rou a photo he had taken.

In the blurry photo, Han Fei stood before countless Dead Souls, holding flames taken from his heart to illuminate the Abyss for them.

The victim souls within the Human Pillar ignored any defenses; they gnawed at Han Fei’s consciousness and soul, dragging him into the Human Pillar bit by bit.

Big Evil circled frantically around the Human Pillar, wanting to pull Han Fei out but afraid of tearing his body apart.

"You stay outside! They want me to see the source of the pain!"

Han Fei is by no means impulsive. He employed the technique to touch the deepest secrets of the soul the moment he touched the Human Pillar. The victim souls were imprisoned here—the Divine Spirit made them into black cloth covering the shrine, using innocent ones to cover its filthy and ugly heart.

The victims’ consciousnesses were extremely chaotic and unable to convey more information to Han Fei. To prevent being unintentionally torn by them, Han Fei was attempting something very daring.

Without making a sound, he released the souls gathered within the Rebirth Slaughter Saber. Those fellow travelers possessing the finest qualities of the Mortal World emerged from the saber and melded into the gaps within the Human Pillar, filling the broken hearts of the victims while clearing a relatively safe path for Han Fei.

In the blink of an eye, Han Fei’s body had been swallowed by the Human Pillar, squeezed by countless severed limbs, and watched by the victims as he penetrated deeper.

From the outside, the Human Pillar did not seem large, but after entering, it felt like stepping into another space—bodies and severed limbs were everywhere; here was a sea of corpses in the truest sense.

With assistance from the souls within the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, Han Fei slowly sank to the center of the Human Pillar, where he saw the core of the skyscraper.

It was a God Statue wrapped in severed limbs and bodies, the eeriest he had ever seen until now.

The foot-high God Statue was half stone and half flesh!

The God Statue seems alive, sitting cross-legged with an indistinct face, holding two identical flowers in its hands.

"The true body of the skyscraper is an ultra-large shrine; have I found the God Statue placed in the shrine by the Garden Owner?"

The Human Pillar is the key to the building’s design—locals knew it was something the Divine Spirit personally arranged and built, but nobody expected the Divine Spirit to hide one of its statues within the Human Pillar.

Staring at the half-flesh-composed God Statue, Han Fei tightened his grip on the saber handle, slowly raising his arm upward.

"Whatever you are, I’ll cut you down first!"

Han Fei is weak, only over twenty levels, but the Rebirth Slaughter Saber is a Grade D Special Item, capable of slaying even Hatred.

With such a golden opportunity, how could Han Fei let it pass? His mind was fully consumed with the thought of smashing the God Statue.

The Rebirth Saber Blade slid within the flesh, drawing closer to the God Statue, but just then, the flesh God Statue suddenly opened its eyes!

"Did the God Statue come alive?"

In an instant, Han Fei felt as if he were submerged in icy water, his soul frozen, even forgetting how to breathe.

He had never seen such eyes, deep, profound, dark; the left eye seemed like the night sky, while the right resembled the Abyss, extinguishing all humanity and leaving only a pair of eyes that see through everything.

A petal fell from the hand of the God Statue, and all the severed limbs and corpses were instantly dyed blood-red. Han Fei felt completely isolated in some space, unable to even open the Attribute Panel, as if this place was the true Deep World!

With just one glance, Han Fei lost all ability to resist, and the restless Dead Souls were all soaked in blood, surrounded by a dead silence.

Han Fei felt his heart nearly stop beating, with his blood seemingly about to freeze completely.

Under that gaze, everything Han Fei possessed seemed insignificant. That pure darkness effortlessly swallowed all his persistence and hope.

Flesh, soul, memory, the path he had walked so far was slowly shattered, as if Han Fei were about to be sucked into those eyes, sinking into the night and falling into the Abyss.

"Is this the Unspeakable power?"

A strong sense of weightlessness came over him, Han Fei’s Brain Sea began to collapse, until the Blood-colored Orphanage surfaced from the sea of memories. The maniacal laughter startled Han Fei awake.

All memories were torn apart, bringing him endless coldness, with only one scene as an exception on that Ice Sea.

The morning sun was slowly rising, the warm sunlight piercing through the night, illuminating Xinhu emerging from the darkness.

The memory Li Xue gifted Han Fei was like sunlight dispersing the darkness and cold, melting away all the frozen memories in Han Fei’s mind.

Regaining consciousness, when Han Fei opened his eyes again, he was face to face with the Flesh God Statue. The statue’s hand wanted to raise, but it was bound by Black Chains inscribed with sins!

"Arson case, Butterfly case, Feng Shui case, Ghost Eye case, Fu Family Haunted House case... these are Li Xue’s chains!"

The most terrifying Night Watchman, now seemingly confronting the power left behind by the Divine Spirit alone at the top floor, preventing the god from being distracted!

"So what I received... is truly the greatest gift."

Madness, pain, and despair surged from the Blood-colored Orphanage like a flood, washing over Han Fei’s soul. He seemed like a great wheel crushing through the ice, grasping the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, slashing directly at the statue’s neck!

The blade cut through, and a petal slowly floated down, a bloodstain appearing on the statue’s neck.

As the petal landed, a crisp sound echoed from Han Fei’s soul. The dazzling Rebirth Saber Blade was covered with cracks, seemingly about to shatter the next second.

With the loss of two petals, the flower’s red faded slightly. The sea of corpses surged, and the Wronged Dead struggled desperately, but no resistance could make the statue’s gaze waver in the slightest.

Severed limbs submerged Han Fei, the chains inscribed with sins dragging the statue into the sea of corpses. The chain’s owner had never intended to survive, his most beautiful vision of the future being—to be buried along with the statue.

Continuous roaring resounded by his ears, and Han Fei felt someone grabbing him from behind, pulling him out of the blood-red sea of corpses!

Corpses fell from the Human Pillar, Han Fei lay on the ground, the Ghost Pattern on his body mostly washed away, the Blood-colored Paperman heavily damaged, clinging tightly to his lower back.

That statue’s gaze had dragged Han Fei into the Abyss, seeming to possess the unique ability of the Unspeakable.

"Back when Gesheng sounded, all Ghost and Monster who heard it would be affected, but the Garden Owner’s ability seemed far superior to Gesheng’s, didn’t it?"

Big Evil bit on Han Fei’s clothes, desperately pulling him back. Ji Zheng and Mr. Mo quickly came to check on Han Fei’s condition, loudly speaking to him, but Han Fei couldn’t hear a single word.

He had not yet emerged from the negative effects brought by the Unspeakable; his hearing, vision, and sense of smell would all take a long time to recover.

The blood-red gradually faded, Han Fei’s eyes slowly regained focus, looking at the cracked Human Pillar and the ceiling above starting to fragment.

Chunks of flesh and stone debris fell, a large hole appeared on the ground of the forty-ninth floor, revealing the scene of the fiftieth floor.

The fiftieth floor, which ordinary residents were not allowed to enter, was composed of countless corpses, all entwined with Red Threads, adorned with Soul Bells of various sizes; there was nothing living on this floor.

"You did it!" Ji Zheng shook Han Fei’s shoulders: "But the area above the fiftieth floor seems not quite as we imagined."

"Are you certain you want to go up?" Mr. Mo wrote a few words and stuck them on Han Fei, trying to help heal him.

"We have no reason to retreat." Han Fei looked at the handle of the saber in his hand: "Right, I just saw the Divine Spirit."

"You encountered him?!"

"Yes, and I gave him a slash." Han Fei recalled everything he had just experienced, gently stroking the Rebirth Saber Handle: "Let’s go, continue upwards!"

...

"Boom!"

The hallway door on the twenty-fifth floor of the Skyscraper exploded into fragments, hundreds of Curses turned into ghostly shadows rushing into the hallway, a woman holding an Evil Ghost’s head appeared on the twenty-fifth floor.

"It was his voice calling." The woman watched the forbidden power gathering endlessly, with no intention of retreating.

"I just wanted to test if my voice could affect the operation of the building, after all, I’ve already taken over seven floors." The flesh reshaped the Director’s body, the Soul of Evil quietly pulled countless Destiny Threads, appearing silently several meters away from the woman.

The woman frowned at the Director composed of severed limbs and flesh, casually tossed aside the Evil Ghost’s head, and brought out a Dinner Knife burning with Hatred Black Fire.

"Being sliced up and placed on your dinner table was his lifelong dream. I can prove to you that the soul filled with evil thoughts once fantasized countless times about being devoured by you. I hope you don’t mind his twisted, grotesque, and frenzied love!" The Director retreated, pointing towards the top floor: "The Destiny Threads have long been intertwined, madam, the one you seek has already gone to find you."