My ‘Healing’ Game

Chapter 712: Chapter 712: Ninety-Nine Levels of Death Memory

Uncle Ying was a ghost who could move about in sunlight, his soul carrying warmth.

Upon discovering that Uncle Ying also possessed a healing-type personality, Han Fei thought about himself, wondering if someday he died, he might also be laid to rest in the sunshine, becoming like Uncle Ying.

“No wonder the first time I saw you, I felt you had the potential to become the Ghost King, it turns out it’s because you and I share the same personality.”

Han Fei had always been curious about healing-type personalities, and Uncle Ying’s existence provided a perfect contrast. Confined to a mental hospital in his youth, Uncle Ying had faced a life full of hardships, yet he had never let his surroundings change him. He remained optimistic, cheerful, and always the person he wanted to be.

Honestly, Han Fei envied Uncle Ying. They both had healing-type personalities, but their ways of living were worlds apart. If possible, Han Fei wanted to take Uncle Ying out of the Shrine Memory World.

“I never thought there was anything special about myself.” Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, Uncle Ying smiled. His smile was childlike, making one feel comfortable, yet as he smiled, streams of dead souls and grudges crawled out from the hospital corners, slowly burrowing into his body. It seemed these deceased regarded Uncle Ying’s soul as a home where they could reside.

Similarly, Han Fei had seen this happen to someone else before—an old security guard at Yimin Private Academy. His body was also crawling with ghosts, and after his death, everyone protected him.

“You make me feel very close. If there’s anything I can help with, just command me.” Uncle Ying looked no different from a living person, and he was even friendlier than many alive.

After the ceremony that destroyed Ren’ai Private Hospital, Han Fei led all the survivors out, and they first went back to Happiness Residential Community.

Relying on Happiness Residential Community, the number of survivors had already surpassed five thousand. With the help of the police and many citizens, information about the shelters spread throughout the city, prompting many people to move voluntarily toward Happiness Residential Community. Those who had left earlier regretted their decision, but even if they returned, they could no longer enter the community.

Born in this city closest to the Deep World, people’s fates were manipulated by the Manager. They all saw Happiness Residential Community as the last straw for a drowning person.