My ‘Healing’ Game Chapter 819: They Are Back

Skyscraper, sixty floors.

This place looks no different from reality, as if returning to the Xinhu Old City at midnight.

"People from the lower fifty floors all think the upper fifty floors are heaven, but once they get here, they realize it’s just another hell," Ji Zheng said, holding a cara. The hallway in the lens looked different from what everyone else was seeing.

Beneath the wall paint, plant roots like blood vessels were hidden, flowers resembling human faces blood overhead, and the floor occasionally sunk as if a giant insect crawled beneath.

The sixtieth floor in Ji Zheng’s lens seed like a blood-colored plant garden, filled with man-eating monsters.

"Compared to humans and animals, the Divine Spirits prefer plants, which is one reason they call themselves the Garden Owner," Mr. Mo stood between Ji Zheng and Han Fei, covering his mouth and nose, visibly nervous. "Do not underestimate these bizarre things. They feed on souls and flesh, having moved beyond the realm of plants; you can consider them thinking killing machines."

The air carried a faint fragrance, with occasional powder falling from above, making one dizzy, yearning for a comfortable bed to slip into an endless dream.

"Are there no living people on this floor?"

"The higher you go, the fewer living people there are. In the eyes of the Divine Spirits, there’s no difference between humans and beasts; they are just fertilizer," Ji Zheng reached the coveted upper fifty floors, watching the fearful boy’s condition, worried the pollen might affect him. "These plants kill as easily as drinking water. They feed on souls, terrifyingly, but they do bear fruit useful for the living."

"Fruit?"

"One of the reasons I wanted to reach the upper fifty floors is for the fruit," Ji Zheng said, holding the fearful boy’s hand. "This child is teetering on the edge of becoming taboo. Only those fruits that comfort the soul can ease his pain."

Han Fei nodded. "Do you know where the fruits are?"

"I don’t know either, but I’ve heard stories that each plant-covered floor has a core ’plant’, called the Master Soul by the Divine Spirits. It was personally planted by them, occupying the best spot. Nearby, there would be a fertilizer pool filled with corpses, its bloody stench inescapable by fragrance. We can follow this scent to find the Master Soul and obtain the most precious Soul Fruit," Ji Zheng said, stepping ahead, determined to save the boy, abandoning his ek self.

"I can sowhat sense the ’fertilizer pool’ location..." Li Rou whispered, increasingly timid since eting Xu Qin. "Half-deford Ghosts are very sensitive to flesh and blood. Since arriving on this floor, I slled the deeply hidden foul stench beneath the floral scent."

Carefully avoiding Xu Qin, she took the lead.

After walking through seemingly ordinary corridors, Ji Zheng’s hand holding the cara began to tremble slightly as the world in the lens transford.

The floor was covered with flowers bearing mouths, branches swayed overhead like human arms, and fine roots, like nets, dappled the walls. Passersby would likely be swallowed whole.

"You just keep moving forward, leave the rest to ." Xu Qin spread her fingers, where black fire lay hidden within the curse, spreading over the plant roots.

Though plant in form, they wailed as black fire consud them. Han Fei’s House of Death endlessly absorbed death intent.

Human-faced flowers were burnt, and Xu Qin’s presence heavily altered Han Fei’s circumstances. They blazed a path with black fire, reaching the sixtieth floor’s core area.

"This floor resembles the florist’s villa, using souls and flesh to cultivate unique Deep World flowers, continuously mutating them until a never-before-seen blossom erges," Han Fei learned the art of planting from the florist, quickly having Xu Qin pluck rare blooms and hand them to him.

Ji Zheng watched Xu Qin continually hand flowers to Han Fei, his gaze unusual, recalling similar scenes from television.

With E-level talent ability in Flower Language, Han Fei could communicate with flowers; each was a soul, like the Papern on the fifty-first floor, climbing from the lower fifty floors only to et this fate.

Human nature is unfathomable, and so are the flowers it blooms.

Faces of human-faced flowers bore emotions. They dared reveal their true thoughts only after being plucked.

To save themselves, they betrayed at lightning speed, guiding Han Fei unequivocally.

The air’s fragrance grew stronger but in excess, causing dizziness and nausea.

"This should be it."

The black fire of hatred burned away the plants’ disguise, exposing the core area’s true form on the sixtieth floor.

All plant roots and flowers connected to the central pillar as if a heart linked by countless blood vessels, orchestrating the floor’s flora.

"Strangely, Brain Fragnt No. 2 seems hidden within the pillar too." Han Fei paused, recalling the human pillar he saw on the forty-ninth floor, his closest encounter with death since entering the skyscraper.

"You stay here," Xu Qin sotis took a strong stance, especially when Han Fei faced potential danger.

Her fair fingers gripped a dinner knife, and ten curses filled with hatred transford into black Giant Ghosts, hovering around her.

"I’ve consud many hatred curses; to grow faster, I need to taste the poison planted by the Unspeakable."

The Flower Sea withered under the black fire as Xu Qin drew the dinner knife to strike the pillar!

Bristles of blood erged from the ugly, withered vines, having consud countless living, erasing hope from within their filthy form.

"The flower is a blooming soul, most likely grown on this floor by the Divine Spirits."

Segnts of vines climbed the pillar, grotesque ghostly faces peeking from the dark leaves.

Around the pillar, parasitic poison insects sward, part human, part insect, in stark contrast to the soul flowers’ hideous and vile nature.

No girl likes bugs, and Xu Qin was no exception. Rather than swinging her knife, she grasped the dinner knife’s blade.

Soul Blood dripped along the knife’s edge, her surrounding curses competing fiercely for a taste. All curses that drank Xu Qin’s blood transford into Evil Ghosts.

The Curse and the insect n of the Garden Owner collided, causing a wave of blood to surge. Yet Xu Qin never glanced at those fragnts; she focused on the pillar before her, with blood seeping between her fingers onto the Dinner Knife.

The pitch-black Death Curse fused with the blade, making that Dinner Knife emit an aura far more terrifying than Rebirth.

As she took a step forward, with Black Fire clearing the way, Xu Qin did not attack suddenly. Her fighting style was entirely different from Han Fei’s; she crushed the enemy head-on, giving them not a sliver of chance to retaliate.

"What a terrifying woman..." Ji Zheng glanced at Han Fei quietly, feeling so admiration and a bit of envy. Only now did he understand where his opponent’s greatest confidence ca from.

Countless vines were torn apart, and layers of leaves were burned away. With the layers of protection stripped away, the pillar revealed its original form.

A pillar covered with human faces had a vibrant Red Spider Lily blooming on it.

The flower rooted itself on a large Brain Fragnt, extending roots into the mouths of all the faces on the pillar. The Divine Spirit was using the nutrients from this layer to feed this one flower.

"Attention, Player Number 0000! You have discovered a D-class Rare Flower—True Love!"

"True Love: This was once the Garden Owner’s most beloved flower. He loved that woman, or at least he and she fooled themselves into believing so."

The system prompt reminded Han Fei of another matter: before Little Fatty died, he told him that the Big Ghost’s masterpiece was called ’True Love.’ This ant the flower was likely related to the Big Ghost.

The oppressive feeling from the top floor grew stronger and stronger, but Han Fei didn’t care about that. He imdiately shouted to Xu Qin, "Destroy everything except the Brain Fragnt!"

After shouting this, Han Fei felt a chill down his spine, his exhaled breath freezing as if he had violated a taboo of the Divine Spirit.

Raising the Dinner Knife, Xu Qin didn’t care how the Divine Spirit would react. With a swift motion, the Blade of Curse severed the flower stem, and an ear-piercing scream echoed from the falling Red Spider Lily!

Blood flowed from Han Fei’s ears, and Ji Zheng and others fell to the ground.

Inside the floor, only the Big Evil and Xu Qin remained unaffected. As Xu Qin sheathed her knife, the Big Evil excitedly charged toward the Human Pillar, fiercely ramming the faces penetrated by plant roots.

Han Fei always inadvertently violated Divine Spirit’s taboos, while the Big Evil always liked to actively provoke the Divine Spirit, determined to leave its master no chance of survival, sparing no effort in its endeavor.

All plants’ roots and vines swung wildly, trying to reclaim the fallen flower, as the Big Evil charged headlong into the encirclent.

The plant roots on the Human Pillar pierced the Big Evil’s body, and it injected Soul Poison back into the column with great pleasure.

Large patches of roots withered, and the flower called True Love was also picked up by Xu Qin.

The curse unique to Xu Qin crawled up the flower stem as Xu Qin attempted to mold the flower into sothing she desired.

As petals fell, various chaotic noises began to erge from upstairs, and the elevators seed to go out of control, plumting rapidly. The entire building seed to be screaming.

The intense sense of oppression immobilized everyone, yet Xu Qin, holding the flower, provocatively looked upwards.

The screams drew closer, reaching a climax as an elevator opened on the sixty-first floor.

On the walls burned by Black Fire, blood-red flowers blood, their exotic fragrance filling the sixty-first floor.

Footsteps echoed, and in the next mont, the blood-red hue enveloped the core area where Han Fei was.

A woman stood at the entry of the corridor, donning a dress woven from souls and a Queen’s mask on her face.

The woman radiated an aura of unreality, as if she was a ghost imagined by the Divine Spirit, embodying all the perfections conceived by the god.

"Is this the Big Ghost?" Han Fei drew the Rebirth Slaughter Saber.

"No, she should just be a flower in the Unspeakable Garden, far from being True Love." Xu Qin snapped the flower stem and placed a petal to her lips. "But I really like the taste of this flower."

Brandishing her knife forward, Xu Qin belonged to the kind that could captivate both n and won—in the Deep World, who wouldn’t wish to encounter such a neighborly sister?

At Xu Qin’s voice, rose-like marks blossod on the Queen’s pale skin, suggesting that any intense emotion would reveal a Divine Pattern.

"I’ll hold her back, and you take the chance to destroy what’s inside the pillar." Xu Qin tossed the flower to Han Fei, standing alone between the Queen and the Human Pillar.

Han Fei wasted no ti, instructing the Soul of Goodness to extract the third Brain Fragnt from the plant roots.

"Attention, Player Number 0000! You have acquired a D-class Rare Fragnt—Brain."

"Brain (D-class Fragnt): The main Brain Fragnt of an Unspeakable, capable of nourishing all Soul Flowers in the building, inheriting their strongest abilities from life! Now you’ve successfully gained its recognition and can use its attached ability."

"God Stealing (One of the exclusive abilities of the D-class Brain Fragnt): Sacrifice a Residual Soul, and at the cost of losing everything, force entry into the Unspeakable Shrine; begin from nothing to usurp a Divine Position!"

"Note: This ability can be used only once per night; after touching the God Statue, you can forcibly enter the Unspeakable mory, sacrificing all abilities to prevent the Master of Shrine from locating you in the mory World!"

"Note: The chance of survival after using this ability approaches zero!"

As the Soul of Goodness handed the Brain Fragnt to Han Fei, the last chain deep in his brain shattered automatically. An irresistible force pulled the blank soul of Han Fei’s childhood into the Brain Fragnt.

With the chains of Goodness, Evil, and Childhood’s blankness all broken, constraining the Blood-red Orphanage, Han Fei’s brain sea instantly turned blood-red.

Figures appeared at the window of the classroom in the Blood-red Orphanage, with bells ringing, as an eerie chant sung by thirty children floated above Han Fei’s brain sea, erging from his mouth.