My ‘Healing’ Game Chapter 704: 704: The Omen of Big Evil Awakening

Chapter 704: Chapter 704: The On of Big Evil Awakening

The stone house on Lake Heart Island had been standing for over a hundred years, rumored to be the dwelling of the Lake God. Whenever the nearby villagers faced difficulties, they only needed to prepare three types of offerings and toss them into the stone house’s pool, and the Lake God would grant their wishes.

Such stories circulated among the villages around the great lake, but in reality, no one had ever truly seen the Lake God—perhaps the divine spirit was rely a beautiful hope.

Clutching the decaying wooden ladder, Han Fei was extrely cautious, paying close attention with every move he made.

The ladder, built at an unknown ti, was slippery and covered with light green moss. The parts near the water had already rotted through, and faint, precise bite marks could still be seen.

“Keep quiet, don’t disturb him,” Guan Miao gestured for silence, hardly daring to breathe too heavily.

The stone house was eerily quiet, and everyone held their breath for Han Fei. They watched his every move, hoping that Han Fei would be able to complete the ritual to worship the Lake God.

It didn’t take long for Han Fei to climb to the second floor of the stone house. The aging ladder seed barely able to hold up any longer. The nails embedded in the walls had loosened, creating creaking sounds throughout, and the ladder began to tremble as if it might break at any mont.

Han Fei looked down and saw sothing rising to the surface of the seemingly bottomless pool. His heartbeat quickened, the strange sensation of death’s imminence once again erging.

“It seems like sothing in the water is calling .”

So people, when standing at a great height, feel an urge to jump. Han Fei was experiencing just that, a voice in his mind incessantly suggesting that he let go and jump into the water pool below.

Shaking his head, Han Fei dismissed the eerie thought and quickly climbed up the ladder.

As Han Fei neared the shrine at the roof, a very faint sound suddenly ca from the serene water below, and a few bubbles surfaced in the murky lake water.

“Bring the flashlight here.” Yan Le’s mother had an ominous premonition. She took the flashlight from the lifeguard, stepped back a few paces, and slowly aid the flashlight toward the water’s surface.

“Are you trying to kill him?” Guan Miao quickly guarded over Yan Le. “The light might attract whatever is under the water, and you could disturb the Lake God!”

“I just want to see what’s underneath the water. If there’s danger, it’s better to let Han Fei co down in ti,” Yan Le’s mommy defended herself.

“Climb up the ladder, return the statue of the Lake God, the ceremony is almost at its final stage now. If you abort now, the three of you might end up in the sa predicant as us, turning into half-human, half-fish monsters!” Guan Miao’s voice was low but extrely stern. He couldn’t conceal it any longer; he took off his thick jacket to show Yan Le the severe consequences of interrupting the ritual: “Do you want to end up like ?”

The old man’s skinny body was covered with water patterns, and among those patterns, scales-like growths sprouted, making one’s scalp tingle. Moreover, when the old man beca agitated and breathed heavily, those water patterns and growths would distend and contract.

“Everyone in the village who participated in the ritual didn’t escape this fate; this is our only chance for redy,” he explained.

Seeing Guan Miao’s body, Yan Le’s mom no longer insisted. The lifeguard, who was playing along, didn’t dare utter a word anymore; he grabbed Yan Le’s mom and switched off the flashlight.

Han Fei on the ladder didn’t care about what was happening at the entry of the stone house; his eyes were fixed only on the shrine.

In his recovered mories, all shrines were positioned on altars and the earth, emphasizing stability—this was the first ti he had encountered a shrine hanging in mid-air with a water pool beneath its base.

The more abnormal a situation, the stronger the on. The closer he got to the shrine, the more uneasy he felt inside, as if the shrine contained sothing extrely terrifying.

Using both hands and feet, Han Fei tightly gripped the wet and slippery ladder. Just as he was preparing to climb to the third floor of the stone house, a black insect suddenly crawled out from the severely rotted back of the ladder.

Han Fei was not very afraid of grudges and fierce ghosts; he despised those bizarre things the most, “Go, bite it to death.”

Chou Cat seed to understand Han Fei’s words. It crawled out of Han Fei’s arms and slapped the black insect into the pool with a paw.

The insect’s body did not float on the water but quickly sank into it, seemingly becoming a part of the lake water.

The air in the stone house beca even more humid, and the fishy sll grew stronger.

“You’re quite useful.”

After receiving Han Fei’s praise, Chou Cat seed excited, but it quickly reverted to its aloof deanor, although its voluntary scouting for Han Fei revealed its true feelings.

“This wooden ladder cannot withstand much abuse, jump down slowly.”

The higher they climbed, the more scratches appeared on the walls, most of which were made with fingernails.

Before Han Fei could figure out what those scratches ant, more eerie noises reached his ears.

Creak, creak…

Strange sounds ca from both behind and within the wooden ladder, as if fine needles were constantly pricking it.

The advancing Chou Cat also stopped, gave a shout towards the front, and its fur bristled.

“This isn’t good.”

A black insect crawled out of a gap in the wooden ladder, and more and more black insects erged, occupying the upper part of the ladder and the stone house, even building nests under the shrine.

There was no light inside the stone house, and the view was unclear; the entirely black insects were all hidden in the darkness.

If it were soone else here, they might have been gnawed beyond recognition and then fallen into the pool already.

Pulling the Red Rope, Han Fei, although reluctant to admit it, actually felt a bit of panic.

It was not the fear of death, but an instinctual revulsion that arose in his body.

“These insects differ vastly in appearance, bizarre and diverse, gathering all the ugliness of the mortal world. They are not the sa species, yet they build their nests together under the shrine, which is enough to suggest that their origin might be from the sa entity.” Han Fei didn’t dare to move rashly. He carefully observed Chou Cat and those poison insects and soon discovered sothing interesting.

All the black insects made strange noises when facing Chou Cat; they were not afraid of Chou Cat, but of the nine black patterns on its body.

It seed like a being similar to them resided within those nine patterns, but unlike these defective creatures, the aura of that being naturally overwheld them.

The pretentious Chou Cat hesitated for a mont, then continued crawling forward, and those ugly black insects actually moved aside voluntarily.

The unaware Chou Cat, upon seeing the others yield, imdiately launched an attack.

The nine ghost patterns crawled over the stitched skin, and all the insects touched by Chou Cat fell off, their bodies quickly withered, and the most evil and dark essence within them was absorbed by the nine ghost patterns.

The sky began to pour black “corpse rain,” and while it was the most difficult part of the road for others, Han Fei found it remarkably easy.

He followed behind Chou Cat, but his gaze swept over Guan Miao at the doorstep.

With these black insects around, hardly anyone could successfully open the shrine and reset the god statue; it could be said that every person sent to deliver the god statue each year would die here, and yet, the custom passed down in the village was to select an orphan who had grown up on communal als to undertake this task.

Han Fei had only heard Guan Miao ntion sending an orphan to deliver the god statue, but he never heard whether that orphan could survive the ordeal.

In a village that valued blood relations and clans, orphans without parents or kin, even if they disappeared, wouldn’t concern many.

“No wonder they need to summon the gods every year, this shrine might just be a facade, the three animals are sacrificial offerings, and the orphan delivering the god statue is a sacrificial offering too! They are being used in a living sacrifice!”

Looking again at the scratches on the wall, Han Fei imdiately understood, those carvings and marks were all left by the orphans before they died, they were the traces of their final struggle.

So orphans were kind-hearted, even as they were being gnawed by countless insects, they still tried to warn those who ca after, barely managing to carve so words into the wall.

Unfortunately, all the writings were too far from the ground; by the ti the followers climbed to this position and realized sothing was wrong, it was already too late.

Looking at the chilling marks on the wall, Han Fei did not imdiately seek out Guan Miao; he continued to climb upwards.

Reaching the third floor of the stone house, Han Fei saw the familiar human pupae below the shrine, those black cocoons were imprinted with human faces, they were all made using the souls of living people.

“These black insects are simply the ugliest and most disgusting things in the mortal world, yet they actually represent the twisted nature of the human heart.”

Han Fei was now only two ters away from the shrine, the top of the termite-eaten wooden ladder could break at any mont, and he walked each step with utmost care.

Compared to Han Fei, the cat appeared to be exceptionally bold as it absorbed the evil energy inside the black insects’ bodies, and then focused on the insect nest below the shrine.

Without waiting for Han Fei to stop it, Chou Cat took an extrely risky action; it leapt from the wooden ladder right on top of the insect nest.

The hanging shrine was secured at the top of the stone house with several chains, and the shrine’s door looked as if it had never been opened, as if it had grown together with the shrine.

Moving his body bit by bit, Han Fei carefully maintained his balance, he was very cautious, but the wooden ladder on the third floor of the stone house still emitted a breaking sound.

From the beginning, the person who built this wooden ladder had no intention to let anyone approach the shrine; this final part of the path was a dead end.

The mont he realized there was sothing wrong with the ladder, Han Fei decisively jumped towards the shrine, grabbing a chain with one hand and forcefully pulling his body up onto the chain by sheer arm strength.

Clinging to the iron chain, Han Fei looked back, the ladder he had co on had completely collapsed, sending large chunks of wood plumting into the pool below.

The murky lake water splashed everywhere, breaking the silence completely.

The expressions of the three people standing at the door varied: the lifeguard was full of worry and fear, Yan Le’s mother seed thoughtful, her eyes filled with doubt and relief, and Guan Miao had a complex expression, but his tightly clenched hand gradually relaxed.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei lay on the chain; he wanted to see what exactly was inside the shrine.

Raising his hand towards the shrine, Han Fei yanked open the Divine Door.

Withering insect cocoons fell from the air, and a pungent stench poured out from the shrine. Inside the pitch-black shrine lay a decayed human head, its features completely unrecognizable.

The head was facing away from the direction in which the Divine Door had opened, directly facing a mirror inside the shrine. The back of the head was full of cracks, forming a huge butterfly emitting the scent of death.

As Han Fei opened the shrine, the mirror reflected Han Fei’s face, and instantly, the decayed head began to change, its features in the mirror swiftly repairing themselves, slowly transforming to resemble Han Fei!

“Statue of Lake God!”

Guan Miao suddenly shouted towards the shrine from the doorway. He mouthed the local dialect, but after a few phrases, Yan Le’s mother forced him to the ground, “Han Fei! Be careful of the water below!”

Yan Le’s mother was fast, but still not fast enough.

Underneath the stone house, a force converged in the pool, the water rippled, and a massive dark shape underwater kept growing!

Sitting in front of the shrine, Han Fei’s attention was entirely captivated by the skull inside, “Mirror, shrine, skull—could this be the fourth Resurrection Ceremony in the dream? But who is it ant to resurrect?”

The Chou Cat could no longer contain the power inside its body after destroying the insect nest. The nine Ghost Patterns were utterly out of control, and its patched-up body was torn apart as it swelled amid bloodlines and shattered bones.

The Ghost Patterns on Chou Cat seed to sense sothing; its sharp claws grabbed the base of the shrine, easily tearing it open, then brutally smashed through the butterfly pattern on the skull.

The decayed skull and the mirror shattered together, revealing a heart-like, continuously pulsing blood cocoon hidden within the back of the skull.

The blood cocoon was small, but it bore countless soul nas, exuding an aura far surpassing any insect cocoon Han Fei had seen before.

Just as Chou Cat was about to break and absorb the blood cocoon, the surface of the water below the stone house exploded, and an imnsely large figure leaped out from the water!

Upon seeing the massive and terrifying body, everyone present was deeply shocked.

“Is there really a Water Monster in this brain sea?”

Resembling a fish and snake, each scale on the monster was a wailing human face, with countless water ghosts entwined behind it, their mad aura like a great lake bursting its banks.

“Is the fourth ceremony prepared by the dream for itself, not to resurrect a human, but this long-lived monster in the lake?”

The insect cocoons had always had two totally opposite mutations, one being like a Butterfly that gathers all the world’s beauty, stealing the goodness in human nature to beco the most perfect form of a person; the other being like Big Evil, gathering all that is ugly, unfortunate, and deadly, to beco the most horrifying monster in the mortal world.

This fourth ceremony must be the backup plan left for the dream itself. If the ceremony to beco human fails, it has to fall back on this.

At that mont, Han Fei also thought of that massive insect cocoon beneath Death Building that resembled a canyon; the dream eventually seed to have beco a fusion of monster and human, neither fully successful nor completely failed.

Pulling out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, Han Fei stood on the chains, this master, sacrificing himself to buy ti for his pet.

“Having consud so many people, it must also be considered a Butcher tainted with the karma of killing, right?”