My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 827: Han Fei with Maxed Out Luck Value

Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Han Fei with Maxed Out Luck Value

Teacher Wang Chuqing greatly disliked Han Fei, or rather, everyone in the school disliked Han Fei. Whenever they saw Han Fei appear at their classroom’s back door, they all frowned, but they were too embarrassed to confront a "person doomed to die."

Han Fei took advantage of this mindset, attending other teachers’ classes without permission.

There were a total of eight classes in the school. Teacher Xu Hui of Class Six was murdered, and Teacher with a One Eye from Class Four was severely injured, recuperating. Aside from these two, the one who interested Han Fei the most was Yingyan, the head of Class Two.

This teacher seemed to have a dual personality; one hidden in the shadows, the other blazing like fire. He and Gao Cheng were two extremes, very popular in the school, and it was said that the principal admired him and was grooming him as a successor.

Han Fei lingered the longest outside Class Two. After Yingyan noticed Han Fei, not only did he not chase him away, he even smiled and gestured for him to come in and listen.

Despite Han Fei’s thick skin, he felt too embarrassed to go in. After observing for a while, he left.

To avoid disturbing students in his own class, Han Fei carried his small stool and roamed around the school, trying to uncover all the hidden secrets within.

The daylight passed quickly, and as night fell, a black modified car drove into the campus, and Director Crow urgently summoned all teachers to the meeting room of the administrative building.

The severely injured head of Class Four, One Eye, was also brought over by a doctor from the medical room. To prevent the Curse from spreading, he had sacrificed both his legs and an arm to escape the Black Building.

Among the seven teachers still alive, apart from Han Fei, he was now the weakest.

Once everyone was in place, they all fixed their gaze on the empty chair at the end of the meeting room, which belonged to the principal.

A cold aura spread through the administrative building. No footsteps were heard, but the meeting room door suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man with a left face disfigured from bites entered the room, his body covered in many foul-smelling wounds, like a never-closing mouth.

"Principal, have the location and route for this assessment been determined?" Director Crow stood up to help the principal pull out a chair. His gaze towards the principal was filled not only with respect but also with deep fear.

"It’s been determined, get ready for the draw." When the principal spoke, his mouth seemed torn apart. The wounds on his body and lips were sewn with thread and needle. Without those stitches, he might look even uglier and more terrifying.

Taking off his black top hat, the principal sat at the center chair in the meeting room, taking out eight identical envelopes from a briefcase: "There was a little problem with this assessment..."

"Are you referring to the murder of Xu Hui, the head of Class Six?" Director Crow quickly interrupted, "I’ve already arranged for an investigation, results should be out within a week."

"It’s unrelated to him." The principal shook his head, placing the eight envelopes into a Black Box and setting the box on the meeting room table: "This time, two classes have to go to the Black Building."

"Two classes?!" The teachers’ expressions changed simultaneously. The Black Building was extremely dangerous, let alone students; even teachers might not come out alive. One Eye, in particular, had the deepest understanding of this.

"I’ve already made my best efforts on your behalf, but unfortunately..." The principal gestured at the Black Box, "Start drawing lots, you at least have a choice."

The teachers looked at each other, no one stepped forward.

This simple draw directly decided the life and death of a class of students and themselves, so it had to be exceedingly cautious.

"What are you waiting for?" The principal’s voice was gloomy; he disliked those who disobeyed his words.

"Alright, I’ll be the first." One Eye seemed to have given up, letting the doctor carry him next to the Black Box, he extended his only remaining arm: "Now there are only five kids in my class. If I draw the Black Building, another class might have to come with me."

The assessment concerned everyone’s fate, even the fearless Yan Lan was nervous. She wasn’t afraid of death, but she didn’t want her class’s children sent into the Black Building as sacrifices.

Scanning the crowd, One Eye drew an envelope in front of everyone and opened it, revealing a blood-red bamboo token inside.

"Red Blood! It’s the Red Mansion!" One Eye let out a long sigh of relief, slumping against the doctor, seemingly relieved he could live a while longer.

Putting away the red bamboo token, a smile finally appeared on One Eye’s face: "Sorry, folks, I took one of the slots for the Red Mansion."

"There are also dangerous places within the Red Mansion; don’t celebrate too early." Ma Jing replied nonchalantly, his gaze terrifying, and the muscles on his arm bulged involuntarily with tension.

"Enough arguing, finish the draw before dark." The principal continued to observe the teachers in the meeting room, watching their expressions as they drew lots.

His cold gaze swept over each face before finally focusing on Han Fei. The current Gao Cheng seemed different from before, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

"I’ll go second." Yingyan stood up. He appeared calm, yet his slightly twitching pupils betrayed his inner unease. After all, the Black Building was synonymous with death.

Reaching into the Black Box that shielded perception, Yingyan took out an envelope, opened it, and found another red bamboo token inside.

"B District Morning Star Kindergarten? That’s considered relatively low difficulty within the Red Mansion." Yingyan examined the words on the red bamboo token, quietly put it away, and returned to his seat.

Among the remaining six envelopes, two contained black tokens. The teachers yet to draw looked grave, unwilling to act rashly.

Seeing no one move for a long time, Han Fei stood up, but before he could draw, Wang Chuqing, who was closer to the Black Box, left her chair. This teacher, after much hesitation, finally decided to draw the envelope that would determine her fate.

Her slightly cold hand entered the Black Box, rendering all external perceptions and means useless. She lingered for a long time before slowly taking out an envelope.

On the outside, this envelope looked no different from the others.

With trembling fingers, she tore open the envelope, and a pure black bamboo token fell onto the meeting table. The small bamboo token was covered with malicious words, releasing a terrifying cursed aura the moment it left the envelope.

"C District Black Building—Xinhu Third Mental Hospital!"

The knife scar on Wang Chuqing’s face began to twist. He lacked even the strength to pick up the bamboo token. The Black Building had no varying degrees of difficulty because all Black Buildings were extremely dangerous!

"Take your bamboo stick and return to your seat." The principal disliked Wang Chuqing, his words laced with undisguised contempt: "Think about why you chose to stay here as a teacher back then, and look at yourself now!"

Slowly lowering his head, Wang Chuqing picked up the black bamboo stick and returned to his seat without a word. The veins on his arm holding the stick bulged violently, the power of his personality triggered unconsciously.

The other teachers felt both happy and worried seeing Wang Chuqing draw the Black Building, because this year, unlike before, there was still one black bamboo stick left.

Compared to the teachers, Han Fei seemed much more relaxed. He did not hesitate any longer, walked over to the Black Box, and casually picked out a letter.

Everyone stared intensely at Han Fei, their eyes wide open as they watched him tear open the envelope bit by bit.

A pure white bamboo stick fell onto the table, and Han Fei was a bit surprised too. His luck in the Shrine Memory World was always exceptionally good. The blessing of good fortune Fu Yi had given him seemed to be rooted in his soul, effective in all Shrine Memory Worlds.

"C Area White Building—Good Friends Supermarket."

Both in C Area, yet Han Fei and Wang Chuqing’s choices seemed like Heaven and Hell.

Holding the white bamboo stick, Han Fei felt his cheeks burning; the gaze of those teachers was like knives converging on him, and a hint of murderous intent even flickered in Wang Chuqing’s eyes.

"Director Crow, can the draw results be exchanged?"

"No, go sit down." The principal tapped the table, eyeing Han Fei again: "Gao Cheng, what is your current mental pollution index?"

"Thirty-nine, principal. I urgently need Ghost Blood now, if you have any, I am willing to pay any price to trade with you." Han Fei possessed master-level acting skills, casually displaying every action and expression.

"Mental pollution will only turn you into a madman, but using too much Ghost Blood will directly cost you your life." The principal no longer paid attention to Han Fei, gazing at the next teacher.

The drawing continued, each letter being an invitation sent from Ghosts and Monsters, no alterations allowed once opened.

Minutes passed, the draw concluded, and the last black sign was drawn by Ma Jing, the head of Class Three.

"The draw is over; the next two days you need to start targeted training for the students in your class, trying to increase survival chances as much as possible." The principal put on his hat, coldly looking at the teachers in the room: "No tricks, I don’t want any issues popping up before the assessment."

Carrying a box, the principal walked out of the meeting room, and the temperature inside gradually returned to normal.

"Bang!"

Unable to hold back, Ma Jing punched the meeting table, causing screams to emerge from his glasses, with the shapes of two hanged students appearing on the lenses: "A one-fourth chance? How could I draw the Black Building?"

"Xu Hui was murdered, I’ll lead Class Six, you all go back and prepare, meeting adjourned." Director Crow left with the Class Six red sign, leaving only a few teachers in the room.

"Actually, I would really like to trade this bamboo stick with you, but in school, the principal doesn’t allow it." Han Fei leaned back in his chair, the white sign spinning agilely at his fingertips, hinting the other teachers to trade with him outside school.

"Yeah, you’re going to die anyway, how could the least needed person get the most useful thing." Wang Chuqing looked grim, with no mood for jokes.

"We’re all in C Area, I can come to help you then." Han Fei put away the white sign into his pocket, "Weakly" returning to Class Seven.

"Everyone calm down." Han Fei put the white sign on the table, explaining what had just happened.

After everyone understood, Han Fei walked to the seat of Student Number Two: "What do you think we can do now to maximize our benefit?"

"The white sign or the black sign doesn’t matter; our greatest enemy now isn’t the Black Building, but the school." Student Number Two sat upright, looking every bit the good student, yet his words were exceptionally ruthless: "I suggest you use the white sign to exchange for something normally unattainable, such as people’s hearts and prestige."

"Who do you think would be easier to approach?"

"Currently, Teacher Wang and Teacher Ma need the white sign most, but their personalities are entirely different. Teacher Ma might choose to kill you if his mental price is exceeded, so Teacher Wang is more reliable." Student Number Two closed the textbook on his desk: "Teacher, you actually know what to do, there’s no need to ask me. If you’re trying to use this to get closer to us, that’s even more unnecessary; trust isn’t gained by forming relationships."

"Yes indeed, why are you acting like a child, showing off after achieving a bit of success." Student Number Four spoke bluntly: "Besides, that success was gained through luck."

"You brats, someday I’ll have you obediently call me Teacher." Han Fei didn’t get angry, he distinctly felt through the conversation that those kids were no longer as resistant to him as before, with the aloof and decadent Student Number Four even actively engaging him.

Ending class early, Han Fei returned to his apartment. As it neared nightfall, he took out his bag and left the school.

Tonight, he planned to go to the Red Mansion Food Pavilion for Ghost Blood, fully purging mental pollution.

"Wang Chuqing told me the location of the Ghost Blood; if I’m correct, he should be lying in wait for me at the Food Pavilion tonight."

Going out at night was extremely dangerous, Han Fei donned a baseball cap, fully alert, swiftly moving through the alley.

After the great disaster, Xinhu was divided into twelve districts, the most dangerous being A District, with a large presence of Black Buildings, Deceit Buildings, and Forbidden Buildings, far from the school.

After spending more than two hours, Han Fei successfully entered A District, where no traces of human life could be seen, entirely occupied by Ghosts and Monsters.

"Deep World? Is this the result of the fusion?"

Merely getting here required Han Fei to use the Coin of Fate twice, and his Mental Pollution Index had now risen to thirty-two.

"Shadows are appearing in my sight again, I’ve got to move quickly." Han Fei put away the map, gazing towards the distant street.

Tall skyscrapers formed a prison for humans themselves, no longer flickering with neon in the night, but with ghostly fire and the eyes of unknown entities.

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