My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 50 The Pretty Sister Who Invites You to Dinner

50: Chapter 50 The Pretty Sister Who Invites You to Dinner?

50 -50 The Pretty Sister Who Invites You to Dinner?

Han Fei only needed to hold out for enough time to log off, but the ghost following him couldn’t do the same, so Han Fei’s intention to close the door was genuine.

At the critical moment, the ghost following Han Fei decisively chose to give up on him, even sacrificing half of its body in a desperate bid to escape through the crack of the door.

Darkness entangled his body, and without any help coming, Han Fei made a very resolute decision.

The hand that was originally pulling the door open suddenly pushed hard, slamming the door shut.

“Ah!!!”

The ghost, nearly escaping, didn’t expect to be backstabbed by Han Fei.

It was almost driven mad with rage, its screams audible throughout the entire floor.

It was so close to freedom, having even sacrificed half its body to create the opportunity, but just as it was about to succeed, it was betrayed by the seemingly most harmless person.

What made it even more furious was the fact that Han Fei seemed to be acting with a kamikaze mentality, if he couldn’t escape, he wouldn’t let anyone else out either.

Having lost part of its body, the ghost following Han Fei became weakened.

It could have contended with the master of room 1051, but now it was at a disadvantage.

“Take me with you!”

Han Fei called out again, but his voice seemed to severely irritate the ghost behind him.

It even ignored the attacks from the master of room 1051, reaching out to grab Han Fei’s neck.

“Are you even human?” a cold voice hissed through clenched teeth.

The ghost following Han Fei was moved to kill, feeling this angry for the first time since becoming a ghost.

“Killing me won’t help you escape!

Better to join forces with me!” Han Fei, looking at the countdown timer on the task panel, was determined to last: “I have an amulet!

The very thing that injured you just now.

If you help me break free from the constraints of this room, I can take you with me!”

Meng Shi’s amulet was already broken, and Han Fei could only bluff, but as an actor, he was very convincing, both in demeanor and tone of voice.

The ghost that had been following him didn’t want to suffer a Soul Scattering either.

Unlike the other ghosts in the building, it retained the ability to think.

But it was also because of this that it still had the “human” weakness.

Fear of the Soul Scattering made it weigh its options and ultimately it made a rational choice.

The hand that was choking Han Fei slowly loosened, and those hook-like fingers reached out in front of Han Fei.

The invisible darkness was grabbed like it was a rope.

Chilling noises filled the room.

Though there was apparently nothing in the hand, sounds of flesh being torn could be heard emanating from the ghost’s hand.

The darkness binding Han Fei was torn apart, but just as he was about to be completely free, the ghost behind him suddenly gripped the darkness that formed a rope and, with all its strength, pushed Han Fei towards a certain spot in the living room.

Both parties were calculating each other’s next move.

The ghost didn’t plan to trust Han Fei; it just wanted to keep him away from the door, not obstructing its own escape anymore.

And from the start, Han Fei hadn’t planned to trust the ghost either.

His only aim was to divert its attention so it wouldn’t kill him on the spot.

Hitting the floor, Han Fei still didn’t look back, focusing intently on the information on the task panel, his teeth clenched.

“I’m about to complete the task, about to exit the game!”

The hidden task was down to the last few seconds, everything coming to the most critical juncture.

The ghost who had been following Han Fei used its last ounce of strength to crash into the room door, while the owner of room 1051 also began to put all their effort into trying to keep it at bay.

Han Fei, who had been ignored by both, disregarded the pain in his body as he stumbled backward, moving closer to the door.

This way, the next time he logged in, he would be nearer to the door.

The countdown on the task panel was about to end when the ghost trailing behind Han Fei gave up most of its body once again, and it successfully cracked the door open a bit.

“I’ve really hit bad luck meeting you.

I hope you survive too, so that later, I can properly ‘repay’ you,” the ghost following Han Fei gritted its teeth.

After uttering its last words, the greatly diminished body squeezed through the crack in the door.

But what no one expected was that as soon as the ghost’s head peeked out from the room, it let out a frightful scream.

At the same time, Han Fei’s hidden task was finally accomplished.

Han Fei, who had not looked back for the full fifteen minutes, turned around for the first time to look behind him.

The door to room 1051 was slowly opened, and a figure identical to Han Fei’s slumped on the ground, featureless, with a bloody knife sticking out of the smooth face.

Han Fei finally saw the ghost’s form but far from feeling relieved, he grew even more frightened.

A ghastly pale arm pulled the knife from the Fierce Ghost’s face, and at the door to room 1051, there stood a woman.

Her fingernails and eyes were red, and raised veins could be seen on the surface of her skin.

She wore a bright red coat, and it was unclear whether her lips were smeared with fresh blood or blood-red lipstick.

Her neat black hair cascaded down her back; her pale fingers clutching the blood-dripping knife conveyed a shocking, morbid beauty.

“Baby, it’s time to eat.” The woman’s voice sounded enchanting, lovely yet completely inconsistent with her age.

After speaking, the woman took out several trash bags from the next room and tossed them into room 1051.

The sense of restraint on Han Fei’s body vanished instantly, and shadows rushed toward the black bags thrown into the room.

The plastic bags were torn open in an instant, with blood splattering everywhere.

They contained various animal innards and some unrecognizable cooked dishes.

“Did I frighten you?” The woman turned to Han Fei in the room.

“This house is my pet, just like how others keep cats and dogs.

I always dump the unfinished waste into room 1051, and over time, this room seemed to come alive on its own—it started to ask me for food actively.”

With a smile, the woman stepped on the shadows on the ground and, with the knife in her hand, chopped off the Faceless Ghost’s head, then tossed its body straight into room 1051.

Embracing the faceless head in her arms, the woman had a look of happiness on her face.

Watching the woman blocking the door, Han Fei’s eyelids twitched as he forcibly suppressed the fear within him and approached the door of room 1051 quite naturally.

“I’m a tenant living downstairs.

This is my first visit, and I wasn’t sure what you’d like.

But looking at you now, you seem quite pleased with the gift I’ve brought.”

The crimson eyes moved from the severed head to Han Fei, and the woman’s blood-red lips outlined a chilling smile.

“I haven’t received such a thoughtful gift in a long time,” the woman said as she opened the door to room 1052.

“You understand me well.

To thank you, let me cook you a meal, shall I?”

“Sure, I’d love to try your cooking, Sister,” said Han Fei, desperate to gain favor.