447: Chapter 447 447: Chapter 447 “Is there another door inside?” Han Fei turned back and looked at the doctor in surgical attire, “This place shouldn’t just be for torturing people; they seed to have ntioned a voluntary body surrender agreent before.”
As he opened the hidden door behind the cabinet, a thick scent of blood rushed at him, mixed with the pungent sll of antiseptics.
The dark room was vast, filled with various surgical instrunts, and there were two crude operating tables.
“This is….”
During the move, Han Fei’s injured leg bumped into a nearby box, knocking the sealed box to the floor, all filled with blood-stained disposable surgical instrunts.
Looking further inside, there was even more nauseating stuff.
Covering his nose and mouth, Han Fei silently advanced, his left eye filled with blood vessels, and it seed like sothing was flowing from his right ear.
He felt as if he was lying in an icy river, the bone-chilling river water pouring into his ears, making distant sounds beco blurry.
“After this anesthetic injection, you won’t feel any pain anymore, but the price might be losing part of your body forever.”
The strange voice resounded again, and by the ti Han Fei realized, he was already lying on the operating table.
The pitch-dark basent suddenly lit up, the light above the operating table instantly dispelling all darkness, the brightness incredibly piercing.
Perhaps, at this mont, the anesthetic was injected into the body of the Master of Shrine, making him unable to struggle or resist, and he could only watch the imagined light above his head.
Feeling powerless, Han Fei felt a knife-twisting severe pain from his organs.
He wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t make a sound.
mories that did not belong to him were completely torn apart, and all the fragnts perfectly blended into Han Fei’s body, flowing in his veins, and soaking into his organs.
“Player number 0000, please note!
You have obtained the ‘Vitality-Loss Organs’; body recovery speed is faster, physical strength permanently increased by one!”
“Player number 0000, please note!
You have successfully triggered the Shrine Random Task—.”
“ (Shrine Random Task): After I have killed all of my kindness, am I still myself?”
“Task Requirent: There are two mirrors in the room, one shows the truth, and one shows the beauty, please make the correct choice.”
In a hazy state, Han Fei opened his eyes and tried to wave his hands while lying on the operating table, barely controlling his body.
He tried to get up from the operating table, but the mont he flipped his body, he fell directly off the table, feeling no pain as all his nerves were already numb.
In between the intense light and darkness, he couldn’t find the exit but could only see two mirrors hanging on the wall.
Staggering over, Han Fei looked into the mirrors.
Both mirrors hung on the wall of the operating room, but the reflections showed completely different scenes.
In the left mirror, the operating room was clean and tidy, with the doctor emphatically refusing Wang Quan’s request; the Master of Shrine’s father was also in the room, kneeling beside Wang Quan, filled with remorse and anxiety, crying out begging Wang Quan not to proceed.
Wang Quan, not young either, listened to the doctor and the middle-aged man, his face gloomy and ultimately waved, letting the doctor put down the scalpel.
In the right mirror, the lights in the operating room flickered.
In the monts when the light brightened, you could see a room completely filled with blood; there were no doctor, Wang Quan, or the father of the Master of Shrine in this room, just a young man lying in front of the mirror.
He was left here all alone; his features were blurry, his hand touching the mirror, blood and tears mixed flowing into his mouth, no one in the world could hear his cries for help.
“This is too cruel.”
Staring blankly at the mirror, Han Fei’s hand finally landed on the right mirror; his palm touched the young man’s palm in the mirror.
“Player number 0000, please note!
You have completed the Shrine Random Task—.”
“Thank you for finding the real .”
“Many years ago, I left him in the operating room’s mirror, and from that day on, I was no longer myself.”
“The regret in the heart of the Master of Shrine has been redied by thirty-five percent!
Gain a large amount of experience rewards!
Earn preliminary recognition from the Shrine!”
As the system notification sounded, all the anomalies completely disappeared, and the mories in Han Fei’s mind that did not belong to him were also completely under his control, no longer causing any uncontrollable situations.
“To inherit that imnsely evil Shrine, one must fulfill various pathological conditions; I have not t those conditions yet, but why did the previous Master of Shrine give this opportunity?”
The operating light above had returned to normal, and Han Fei was standing in front of a mirror in the operating room at this mont.
This mirror faced the operating table, allowing the patient on the table to see their own abdon being cut open, organs being removed.
Everything had returned to normal, but Han Fei felt as if there was soone in the mirror; just monts ago, this person waved goodbye to him.
“Why are you in tears?” Li Hu looked at Han Fei, his face full of surprise.
Even when deceived by his own father, Han Fei remained expressionless, but now, a trail of tears lingered on Han Fei’s left cheek.
“Those aren’t my tears.” Han Fei stretched out his hand to wipe the mirror in front, then turned to the others and said, “May I take this mirror with ?”
“Of course, but why would you take this thing?”
“Keep it as a nto,” Han Fei carefully took down the mirror and repeatedly examined it but found nothing special about it.
After leaving the basent, how Brother Snake and his n dealt with the doctor and Wang Quan was of no concern to Han Fei.
He was worried about sothing else now.
Han Fei had killed Eight Fingers and Seven Fingers, and the other mbers of the Ten Fingers would surely not let this go.
The coming days would beco even more perilous.
“The world has already begun to mutate.
I must quickly make up for the Master of Shrine’s regrets and beco the new Master of the Shrine!”
If Han Fei failed, not only would he die, but Mirror God would also have died in vain.
Cry and Red Skirt, along with the tenants from Death Building who ca to help, would find it hard to escape as well.
“Survive, I must do everything in my power to survive to the end!”
Han Fei stood on the street outside the White Building; all around him were Brother Snake’s n.
West City had co back under Brother Snake’s control, but the old man didn’t know that dangers beyond his comprehension were targeting him at that very mont.
The mbers of the Ten Fingers could temporarily use the resentnt in their hearts by removing the tattoos on their bodies, at the cost of being ostracized from the mory World.
“You really helped us out this ti, but you should be very careful,” Brother Snake rembered the words of Eight Fingers.
He was old and indifferent to life and death, but his daughter was his Achilles’ heel: “Those madn seem to be from other cities, and they might still have companions.”
“The people ran because of you guys, it has nothing to do with .” Han Fei was unwilling to stay in West City, but he was injured in the leg, and the fight had drained his physical strength.
His physical condition had already deteriorated greatly.
“You’re smart,” Brother Snake stroked his beard, his eyes narrowing: “During the chaos earlier, your father took the chance to escape.
Do you need my help to find him?”
“Thank you for your concern.”
“I’ll have the brothers look for him, you just wait in my teahouse.”
At Brother Snake’s invitation, Han Fei returned to the teahouse with the mirror, where he enjoyed the lavish als prepared by Brother Snake and then rested in a private room with Li Long and Li Hu.
Han Fei knew what Brother Snake was trying to do; the old fellow was curious how Han Fei had dealt with Seven Fingers.
He wanted to coax Han Fei into revealing his secrets, but how could Han Fei, a master of Acting and psychology, easily reveal his secrets?
After the al, Han Fei seized the ti to rest and asked Brother Snake to watch for any suspicious people entering the West City District.
He slept straight through to the evening, and it was already dark outside the window.
“Wake up, we need to go,” Li Long shook Han Fei awake: “West City is very chaotic at night, it’s best not to stay here overnight.”
“Did you find my father?”
“No, he must have already left the West City District.”
After mooching another al from Brother Snake, Han Fei left with Li Long and Li Hu, walking through the dilapidated district for a long ti before they finally saw a bus stop sign.
“Taxi drivers are too scared to co here for fear of being robbed; we can only take the bus,” Li Long checked his watch: “There should still be one last bus.”
“I’m not worried about how to get back; I’m worried about you two,” Han Fei turned around, looking at the woeful Li Long and Li Hu: “The debt is cleared, but without my protection, you two would hardly survive the revenge of those madn.”
“Your protection?” The brothers were taken aback; it was the first ti a debtor had spoken to them like this, but thinking about it, it seed to be true.
“Did you notice the tattoos on Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers’ necks?
They belong to a very pathological organization full of psychopaths; now that Brother Snake has offended them, they will stop at nothing to get back at you!” Han Fei sighed softly.
“Are there many more like Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers?” Li Hu was alard.
“Yes, to be safe, you two should continue to follow .
As a connection between and Brother Snake, notify imdiately of any news so we can pull through this difficult ti together,” Han Fei didn’t know what this mory World would eventually morph into; he just wanted to muster as much support as possible.
At this mont, the Li Long he saw with his left and right eyes looked different; his right eye saw a normal Li Long, while his left eye continually saw a face filled with Death Intent.
“Alright…” Li Long and Li Hu exchanged glances—the first ti in many years of debt collection they had co across such a proactive debtor.
They even felt that if they didn’t agree, Han Fei might even ask to borrow a few more tens of thousands just to keep the debtor-creditor relationship going.
While the trio chatted, the last bus arrived from afar, and Han Fei generously pulled out three yuan: “I’ll pay for your bus ride.”
The bus ca to a stop at the station, and Han Fei was the last to get on.
By the ti he boarded, there was no one else on the platform, but the driver still did not close the doors.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the driver finally started the bus again, muttering under his breath.
“There were quite a few people boarding at this station.”
As the bus left the station, the advertisent in the bus began to play, and Han Fei’s expression slowly changed as he heard different announcents in his left and right ears.
“The bus is departing, please hold on tight, the next stop, Shahe Hospital.”
“The bus is departing, please hold on tight, the next stop, the next stop, the next stop…”
In Han Fei’s right ear, the station announcent kept repeating the words “the next stop,” and the voice in the announcents beca more shrill and piercing, as if soone was being choked.
“Don’t sit in the last row; you two co sit by the door with ,” Han Fei glanced at the Attribute Panel, realizing that after boarding the bus, his mood index had dropped a little.
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