Chapter 597: 597 Women

The Laughter allowed Fu Yi to steal the body. He controlled the curses on the broken paper doll and forced Big Sin to cooperate with him to manipulate the ghost tattoo. The black ghost tattoo was like blood vessels filled with Soul Poison. It embedded into Han Fei's flesh and controlled the body to move towards the faceless figurine.

Fu Yi started to resist again, but the Laughter didn't care. His goal was evident when he saw the faceless figurine. Life and body were nothing before the chance to become God. A faceless figurine, an ownerless altar, this world was waiting for a new owner.

The divine pattern was dyed red. While the Laughter suffered Fu Sheng's despair, he spread the despair from the orphanage around him. Each time he was released, the shackles on him weakened until they couldn't stop him anymore.

Rest in Peace cried in the Laughter's grasp. Humanity's glow was dyed red. The emergency room echoed with that crazy laughter. With each bloody step, the Laughter dragged Han Fei's broken body to the faceless figurine. The figurine was like a sick woman. She was peacefully sleeping as if she would never wake up.

The bloody palm pressed on the figurine's face. Then, the Laughter did something no one expected. He raised the red Rest in Peace and swung it at the figurine!

The bloody light glowed among the divine patterns. A small bloody wound appeared on the figurine's neck. And then, the injury started to spread. When the crack reached the figurine's cheek, its empty face collapsed to reveal the perfect face underneath!

"Du Zhu!" The figurine lying in bed, listening to endless prayers and worship, was not Fu Sheng's mother but Du Zhu!

The image of despair started to change again. In the darkness, Fu Sheng on the ground began to grow, but despair kept him pressed to the ground. Time flowed around him. Others walked around the hospital. People moved on, but he was trapped where he was. He was stuck on that night. He pushed open the despair alone and looked at his mother, who had gone into permanent slumber.

Fu Sheng was an adult, but he was still numb. The hospital had changed too. The woman lying in bed was no longer his mother but Du Zhu!

There was endless despair that invoked the black box. No one knew what Du Zhu did to Fu Sheng in real life, but in the altar world, Du Zhu stole everything from Fu Sheng's mother because she wanted to be the world's new God.

The faceless figurine was chopped through by the Laughter. When the figurine's base collapsed, the endless chains connected to the bottom of the figurine rattled. The floor of the emergency room gave out!

The prayers of the soul were replaced by screams of despair. The hospital's secret was slowly exposed.

Underneath Building Seven, people wandered about like zombies. They were trapped in the dark. Their eyes had regressed. Once they sensed any changes, they would scurry to hide like rats. Chains bound around their bodies. There were doctors, patients, seniors who came to visit their other halves, crying husbands and wives, as well as children who were lost. The microcosm of life was replicated underneath the hospital. Everyone was at the edge of despair, but they held onto the chains tightly. Even if they had been sucked dry by the chains, they refused to let go. Their lives were tiring and painful, but as long as there was hope, none of them would let go. The chain was connected to God. When one was in despair, God became the only hope. They placed everything on Du Zhu, but their 'Goddess' only saw them as her 'medicine'.

After the figurine shattered, the whole hospital rapidly mutated. Heartbeat came from underground. The chains pulled out of the walls. It was like a monster out of control. The chains that represented hope solidified. When it revealed its true form, many people realized hope was merely decorated despair. The prayers turned into cries of despair. The pale wall became human skin. From the figurine, things were turning into flesh and blood.

As the Laughter slashed through the figurine, the black flame reached the top floor. At the highest spot, a woman covered in Death Curse silently appeared. She was held down by chains, but as the figurine shattered, the chains stopped binding her but instead started to destroy this memory world.

Han Fei laughed happily, looking at the messed-up world. He could barely hold onto Rest in Peace. The world never had hope to begin with, and everything was based on despair. After the Laughter chopped the original figurine, the chains started to look for a new God. Endless despair rushed into the Laughter's body. The chains drilled into his flesh. To become a God, one had to go through many trials and tribulations. Destruction of the physical body was just the beginning. As more chains entered Han Fei, his connection with the altar deepened.

In a way, Fu Yi's plan was successful. The only difference was he meant to kill Han Fei in his plan. However, Han Fei didn't die but took back most of his body.

After the original figurine shattered, the people who placed their hope on Du Zhu had to face reality again. They couldn't evade the ugly truth anymore.

However, they soon found new hope in Han Fei. They transferred their pain and despair through the chains to Han Fei. Han Fei could also use the chains to edit their memory so that they could live in a false bubble. As their pain got transported to Han Fei, their faces blurred again. They lost their real self.

Fu Sheng had once used this power at Happiness Neighborhood. To help his neighbors, Fu Sheng edited their memories and sealed up their deepest despair in their minds.

As more chains embedded into Han Fei, he was dragged down further into the abyss. The Laughter didn't resist this. If anything, he was enjoying it. The shackles wound around the Laughter, and the cackle echoed down the corridors.

Everything at the hospital shed their disguises. The wounds under the patient's bandages scabbed and formed new skin; the doctors' faces fell to reveal screaming mannequins; the black ghosts turned into strange monsters. Other than these, a few Pure Hatreds started to move towards the hospital.

Outside Building One, Fu Sheng's biological mother yelled painfully. Her thin body contained amazing resentment.

On the third floor of Building One, a bespectacled woman walked out of a ward. She removed her new glasses and pulled out the old, bloody spectacles from her bag. She caressed the old spectacles. Her love and hatred bound together. She placed the spectacles gingerly inside her mouth. "Leader, I'm still waiting for you..."

The grinding of saw appeared at the end of the corridor. A modelesque woman moved in the dark. Her eyes were bloodshot as she mumbled a name.

In the special ward, Fu Yee was woken up, and she looked beside her bed. Her mother stood inside the room, holding an old picture. Her eyes bled.

Inside the security room of Building One, a sexy and mature woman moved her legs down from the sofa. She looked at the monitors for Building Seven, and she laughed. Barely discernible hatred burned inside her heart. In her business suit, she walked deeper into the hospital.

Inside Building Two's emergency ward, a silent teacher guarded beside her student. Her head was lowered, and her long hair covered her face twisted by pain. The lies and hatred dominated her heart, but then she was reminded of that man's children and the things he did for her. The female teacher didn't leave the ward and stayed to look after her injured student.

On the hospital's side door, the deliveryperson's motorcycle toppled over. A woman in a yellow dress held her bleeding chest as she moved forward. "I know we were only playing, but my heart died from it. It has stopped beating since we separated."

The hospital was still mutating. Away from the hospital, a police cruiser sped through the night. Wu San held the phone nervously. He kept calling Han Fei. His face was covered in blood, and he was fearful. "No one is answering?! This has never happened before!" Wu San heard the beep and shouted out the message, "Du Zh. She went insane, and she escaped from the theme park! Han Fei, leave the hospital now! She is a monster!" Wu San saw a perfect woman's face appear on his phone screen. He was so afraid he dropped his phone. As he was ready to park, he glanced at the rearview mirror. An exceptionally beautiful woman was in the backseat...

The night above the hospital was dyed red by hatred. However, a normal-looking woman appeared at Perfection Plastic Surgery Hospital entrance. She didn't carry any hatred, and there was only concern in her eyes.

"Why the sudden goodbye? The children are waiting for you to come home..."