My ‘Healing’ Game Chapter 765: 765: Shouxi Mirror Factory

Chapter 765: Chapter 765: Shouxi Mirror Factory

“You were looking for ?” Caibao stood still, never expecting Ye Xian to walk through the crowd just to find her.

Being close to her idol, Caibao felt a bit dazed; Ye Xian seed like an angel, while she, wearing Han Fei’s skin, felt quite ordinary in comparison.

“The song you just perford was so special, it was like being in Hell yet still rembering to look up at the stars. It seed like I saw a group of people chasing the light, struggling through the mud, holding torches, trying to illuminate the darkness,” Ye Xian exclaid, continuously praising.

Caibao felt a bit embarrassed; it had all been Liuli Cat singing earlier, she hadn’t even opened her mouth. But Ye Xian, while saying those words, had kept staring at her, as if she alone deserved the credit for the performance.

“I think you have a lot of potential, and I look forward to eting you in the final.” Ye Xian gently extended her hand to Caibao without a hint of pretension, “You must be from Xinhu as well, right? Let’s have a good talk offline when we have the ti.”

“Okay, okay.” Caibao was sowhat at a loss; she had only co to stand in for Han Fei as a formality, never anticipating attracting Ye Xian’s attention.

Actually, not just Ye Xian, many people in the hall were staring at her. Those gazes were eerily intense, carrying both the fervor of die-hard fans and a hint of fear and wariness.

It seed Caibao also had her own fans now, although their personalities were quite strange.

“Then, I’ll see you at the final.” Ye Xian took the initiative to take Caibao’s hand. “By the way, I’ve always been curious, why did you choose such a na for yourself?”

“My character is a sea… king who has lived for three billion years, very sunny, always happy,” Caibao, overwheld by so many eyes on her, was very nervous and started to stamr.

“Haha, you are really interesting. We should stay in touch more in the future.” Ye Xian let go of her hand and walked toward the other side of the corridor with her agent.

Once inside the corridor, Ye Xian’s expression underneath her mask shifted completely from before, with not a trace of a smile.

She opened the communicator from the ga, expressing doubt, “It’s impossible for such coincidences to exist. I wear an angel’s mask and their group just happens to be called Devil and Cat, and we all happen to be in hall seven. That Sunshine Boy must be the sa Sunshine Boy from Dolphin Bay last night, but why would he purposely approach ?”

“No one would be foolish enough to expose their identities in the gray area. It must be a coincidence. Those two Sunshine Boys are not the sa person,” a man’s voice ca from the communicator, “What you need to do right now is rest well and stop overthinking.”

“How can I not overthink? Xinhu’s watchdogs have already targeted , people from the club want to kill , and I even feel like the task they assigned to the Sunshine Boy is to finish off,” Ye Xian’s voice was completely distorted, sounding vastly different from her usual tone, as if she had beco a completely different person.

“Don’t worry, the Sunshine Boy last night went on a killing spree in Dolphin Bay until dawn but the one who attended the song eting was at the virtual singing room all night, which shows they’re not the sa person,” the man on the other end of the communicator consoled.

“I hope so…”

In hall seven, outside the corridor, Liuli Cat grabbed Caibao’s hand and ran into the dressing room.

“Mimi, it seems we have so fans too!” Caibao recalled the gazes of those “fanatics” from beneath the stage, “So this is what it’s like to have fans; I’m still not quite used to it.”

“Although I’m not sure exactly what happened, I have a feeling things are a bit ominous.” Liuli Cat gestured for Caibao to sit down properly, “The person you are replacing, Han Fei, is seen as a nail in the eye by many killers in Xinhu, who are eager to dispatch him swiftly. It would be better for us to be cautious.”

With a hint of apology in her eyes, Liuli Cat grasped Caibao’s hand, “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. Just play the part of Han Fei well and make sure not to reveal your real identity to anyone.”

“I understand, in our line of work as virtual idols, the last thing one wants is to be ‘unboxed,'” Caibao’s good-natured personality was also a reason why she could beco friends with Liuli Cat.

“Be cautious and watchful,” Liuli Cat said as she poured Caibao a drink. “There are two more preliminary matches today; I hope everything goes smoothly.”

After a sufficient rest, Liuli Cat left the Heaven Opera House with Caibao, making no effort to hide their tracks.

“Cat, I think we are being followed,” Caibao whispered, sneaking a glance back. Those players, marked with the Flower of Death, blended into the crowd like a slowly tightening net.

“Don’t look back, just keep heading north.”

“North? That’s the jungle! There are hardly any players there.”

“It’s okay, just follow .” Liuli Cat took Caibao’s hand, and they continued forward as if they hadn’t noticed they were being tracked.

By the ti they had passed through the woods, the people who had been following them had completely disappeared, as though the forest concealed a man-eating Monster.

The leaves rustled, and the surroundings fell deadly silent. Caibao felt an indescribable suffocation and stealthily looked back.

Behind a large tree stood a figure in Blood Clothes, a Doctor who seed like a nightmare and reminiscent of a vengeful Fierce Ghost.

Cold sweat broke out instantly. By the ti Caibao wanted to get a clearer look, the Blood Doctor had vanished.

“Don’t be afraid, that’s a friend of a friend,” Liuli Cat reassured the startled Caibao, her gaze shifting toward the other side of the city.

…

At five in the afternoon, Han Fei, who was still “napping,” was awakened by a call from Huang Ying.

“Han Fei, I’ve discovered a group of special players in ‘Perfect Life,’ all of them bearing withered flowers. They were lured out during the performances of Sunshine Boy and Liuli Cat.”

“So soon?” Han Fei exclaid in surprise. “I thought I’d have to wait until I appeared on the final stage to lure them out, but it seems they couldn’t wait?”

“Who are they?”

“A group of fanatics and perverts thriving in the gray areas, worshiping death and killing, skilled in ntal manipulation and torture,” Han Fei didn’t keep any secrets from Huang Ying, his best partner. “I was curious if those guys would also play ‘Perfect Life.’ Now that we’ve drawn them out, many things will be much easier to handle.”

Possessing the Soul-summoning Talent, Han Fei could perform in the Deep World what he couldn’t in reality.

He just needed to collect those people’s identity information, and he could try to draw so mbers of those three criminal organizations into the Deep World. At that ti, he would let them know that there were things in this world more terrifying than death.

“So that was your plan,” Huang Ying hesitantly responded. “I accidentally killed them all today.”

“No worries, those were just the underlings; the Big Fish is still out there.”

“You’re starting to sound more and more like a big villain now.”

“You killed everyone, yet you say I’m the villain?” Han Fei was sowhat speechless, but in the eyes of Perfect Life players, Huang Ying was indeed the hero of all players. He risked his high-level account being canceled to “save people” and earned the respect of the players.

After discussing so matters, Han Fei hung up the phone and looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

“Is it going to rain?”

As night fell, Han Fei walked to the window and watched the raindrops on the glass.

“The Old City District on a rainy day and the Black Rain Area of the Deep World are very similar, giving an inexplicable sense of familiarity.”

The promotion ceremony for the Death Spread Group Chat was tonight. Those thugs demanded that Han Fei arrive at the Shouxi Mirror Factory before midnight. Since he had to co back to ga that night, he planned to leave early.

After checking his equipnt, Han Fei waited until 8 PM; when it was completely dark, he left the residential area.

The rain enveloping Xinhu grew heavier, and there were very few pedestrians on the road today; the weather also started to cool down.

Riding a rented motorcycle and wearing a black raincoat, Han Fei avoided the city’s surveillance and drove straight to the suburbs.

Once he was sure he was alone, he put on the Joker mask again.

“Shouxi Mirror Factory has been abandoned for thirty years. It’s said that the factory owner and his family all died horribly within the factory, their bodies fused with the mirrors,”

As Han Fei recalled the information on Shouxi Mirror Factory, that place was extrely unlucky. Many who used their mirrors had physical issues. Even in the distant outskirts, it was considered forbidden ground, and usually, even the holess didn’t dare to approach.

Rainwater flowed down the mask, and like lightning, Han Fei sped on the highway, heading towards the most remote place while ordinary people rushed ho.

“Strange? Why did the GPS on my vehicle fail? Why is there no signal in this area?”

When Han Fei was still a kiloter away from the Shouxi Mirror Factory, he encountered problems with his phone and motorcycle: “Tonight’s atmosphere is completely different from last night. Could a core mber of Butterfly personally co to test for my final assessnt?”

Thinking this, Han Fei decided it was wiser to be cautious. He left the area, called Li Xue and Huang Ying, and after notifying them of so issues, dared to enter the abandoned buildings again.

Passing through a series of unfinished buildings and dilapidated houses, Han Fei’s uneasy feeling grew stronger.

“Soone is watching in the dark.”

Without slowing down, he continued forward, giving no sign of anything unusual, and directly drove to Shouxi Mirror Factory.

The factory was not small in size, and many of the machines were still present. However, the equipnt that used to make mirrors had now been transford into murder tools by those madn.

The thunderous roar of thunder sounded, and Han Fei parked the motorcycle at the factory gate. He pushed open the rusted iron gate and entered the factory courtyard.

The ground was uneven, and there were several deep pits filled with muddy rainwater.

Lightning streaked across the night sky, the brief flash of light also allowing the people inside to see Han Fei.

Black raincoat, Joker mask, he stood alone in the dark oppressive rainy night.

“Bang!”

A heavy chain fell to the ground, a man wearing a Green Crab mask opened the door of the factory workshop, accompanied by a Dwarf wearing a tiger mask.

The two stared steadily at Han Fei as if they were looking at a corpse. They didn’t speak throughout the entire process, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Even from a distance, Han Fei could sll the blood on them; the blood had soaked into their hair and pores, and even the shower gel available on the market would hardly clean it off.

The torrential rain unabashedly pelted the workshop, and the thunder masked the noise of the machines operating, each at grinder seemingly prepared just for Han Fei.

“Trying to intimidate ?”

Han Fei strode into the workshop, and the Green Crab mask man also released the chain he held, and the heavy tal door closed again.

A faint firelight lit up inside the building, and several broken mirrors were placed around the workshop, allowing the “executed” person to see their dismal appearance from any angle.

“Sunshine Boy? I hate your na, it’s like a clown,” a hoarse voice ca from behind a at grinder, a young man wearing a Vulture mask appeared in the workshop: “The odds of upgrading from a high-level mber to a core mber are only one in ten, so you shouldn’t feel too special. Many co in here, but only a few leave alive.”

“Is the Crow, the person in charge of the Death Spread Group Chat, not coming tonight?” Han Fei wasn’t intimidated by the terrifying atmosphere of the workshop at all.

“If you successfully promote to a core mber, he will naturally co,” the Vulture’s cold eyes stared at Han Fei, patting a machine next to him: “But if you don’t succeed, this will be your final resting place.”

“You talk too much. I wish I could skip the tutorial like in the gas,” Han Fei walked directly towards the Vulture: “Tell , how is the ceremony conducted?”

“I’ll see how long you can stay arrogant,” not just the Vulture, the Crab and the Tiger in the workshop also had frosty looks, resembling starving beasts.

Opening a safety valve, the Vulture led Han Fei to a shoddy elevator by the workshop, and they both descended to the basent level of the workshop.

The basent seed like Corpse Water Bay, arranged as a stage, probably one of the usual eting places for the Murder Club.

The two walked past various modified execution tools and reached a wall.

The Vulture uncovered a black curtain, and right opposite the stage, a huge mirror was hanging on the wall.

“This mirror is the key to whether you can be promoted. It can reflect how you would look at your own death, and it can show everyone you have killed. Those wronged dead will continuously appear behind you, one by one climbing onto your back, rging into your body,” the Vulture said with morbid devotion, gently touching the mirror surface: “If you endure that pain, you can be promoted, otherwise…”

He didn’t finish his sentence when he suddenly felt sothing sticky at his fingertips. Turning, he noticed the mirror seed to be bleeding.