The situation on the court was reversed in an instant, and Han Fei's outstanding acting skills successfully deceived the old man out of his room.
Although the old man noticed it later, it was already too late by that time.
In fact, Han Fei just wanted to find a safe place to attack, so the old man led Han Fei underground, thus cutting off his own way of life.
Before anyone could see the figure, the strong smell of blood filled the entire room.
Haunted by the blood evil, Xu Qin appeared at the door of the slaughterhouse with a knife in her hand.
The pungent smell of blood drifted into the nose, and the child's painful cry rang in his ears.
The smell of blood can arouse the desire to kill in people, and the sound of crying can bring people deep despair and sadness.
The worst things in the old man's memory began to resurface in his mind, and the scenes he had been escaping from appeared uncontrollably before his eyes. At this time, his expression became more twisted and terrifying, and his obviously abnormal eyes were filled with hatred.
The dark side he had always hidden was completely exposed, the skin clinging to his bones gradually cracked, and the patches on his arms and face became a curse.
Uncle Li has always carried hatred in his heart. He hates being old, but there is nothing he can do about it.
All the good things in the world have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't have long to live.
In this last moment, he didn't want to bless anyone. He wanted to drag everyone with him to die together.
Han Fei has studied all spider personalities, among which Uncle Li represents the hatred of loss and the manic restlessness of being unable to control destiny.
This personality is easily bewitched by butterflies, so Han Fei was the first to find him.
The old Uncle Li gradually turned into a monster. His body kept getting taller and his bones creaked. He was like a scarecrow wearing human skin. He had no humanity left, only terror remained.
"Can all personalities become monsters?" Han Fei stared at Lao Li cautiously. He waited until Xu Qin and Cai arrived before cooperating with the two of them.
Lao Li, who had completely lost his human form, took out various knives and chains from the iron cabinet. His favorite thing to do was to torture those young bodies in this dark underground.
Every knife in the iron cabinet has a soul wailing on it. It's hard to imagine how many people Lao Li has killed here.
You must know that the pig-faced monsters outside the building only have a butcher knife in their hands, but Lao Li, who has a human face, has a cabinet of knives that imprison his soul.
It seems that when it comes to killing, humans are more efficient.
The iron cabinet fell over, and Lao Li grabbed a handful of knives and rushed toward the exit.
He was very smart and knew that he was no match for Xu Qin and the others. He never considered a head-on confrontation and just wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, Han Fei and the others had anticipated this situation and had discussed all possibilities in advance. If the old man desperately seized Han Fei and used him as a hostage, he might still have a chance to survive. This was his only chance.
If you fight, you may survive, but if you run away, you will definitely die.
"Uncle Li's personality cherishes his own life more than anyone else. He will definitely behave cruelly when he is in a desperate situation, but that is all pretending. He is just a strong-willed man who is good at bullying the weak."
Han Fei told Xu Qin and Cry before he decided to go to Uncle Li alone. He had an insight into all the other person's thoughts in advance. This can be said to be a crushing battle in both strength and mind.
It was already difficult for the old man to face Xu Qin alone, not to mention the continuous breakthroughs of Cry and Han Fei holding the Death Knife in his hand.
In just half a minute, there were already more than a dozen scars on the old man's body. At first, he focused all his attention on Xu Qin and ignored crying.
The result of this was that one of his eyes was blinded by the emotion of despair. The old man found it incredible that that seemingly weak resentment could actually control the despair in other people's hearts. This ability was unheard of.
As the injuries became more and more serious, the despair in the old man's heart continued to deepen. His consciousness was not stable to begin with, and coupled with the constant interference from crying, his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
"I can give you the mask! I also know a lot of secrets about this building that I can tell you!" The old man kept shouting, trying to gain a bargaining chip for his own survival, but the other three people in the room showed no intention of stopping.
No.
"I know how to get rid of the curse of Animal Lane! Don't you love your sister very much? If the curse of Animal Lane is not lifted, she will be tortured for the rest of her life! She will never be able to escape from here! No matter how long she leaves, she will still be there.
You have to come back here and eat the meat of the beast alley to stay sane!"
Seeing that no one responded, the old man threw out another important message: "There is a number behind each mask. As long as you collect all the masks, you can become the new manager of Animal Alley! I own two masks. I can put them together."
They’re all for you!”
The most unbearable part of his memory was aroused, and the despair deep in his heart turned into needles, constantly piercing his soul. The pain was simply unbearable.
"Let me go, I can help you! I know a lot of things inside the building! There are many people coming in from the outside, including barbers, nurses, and veterinarians. They have joined together and want to kill
Your sister!"
"The disappearance of the writer is also related to them. It was those outsiders who killed the writer! The doctors in the building also colluded with them. They seem to be preparing to kill everyone!"
"The most dangerous person in the building is the doctor! After you kill me, you will also be killed by the doctor!"
The old man kept talking nonsense, but he also revealed some useful information. At least now Han Fei knew that the writer's disappearance might be related to the doctor.
"Everything I said is true! You can ask Ameng. There are some paintings in that child's room to prove what I said!" The old man noticed that Xu Qin's attack rhythm had slowed down, and he thought his words had aroused the other party's attention.
Interested, I spoke even harder.
It wasn't until he told most of what he knew that he quietly touched Han Fei behind him and swung the butcher knife at his neck.
The moment Han Fei locked his target, a pair of pale hands appeared on the handle of the knife, and the three-foot blade made entirely of the beauty and kindness in human nature slashed downwards.
The faces of the people reflected on the blade seemed to be walking with Han Fei forever in the world.
When the blade touched the old man's body, the malice and yin energy were instantly forced back without any resistance at all. The life-saving knife cut off Uncle Li's neck as easily as it sliced through a piece of paper.
The Dawn Butcher professional trait is triggered. The more evil and cruel the target Han Fei kills, the sharper the knife in his hand.
The blade slashed across the neck of Sub-Personality No. 6. When the opponent's head fell, the blade made of humanity had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
The old man's skin began to crack, and his headless body crawled on the ground. In the end, he did not touch the head that fell in the corner.
The yin energy and malice were escaping in all directions. Han Fei released the black snake from the ghost pattern so that it would not waste it and devour the yin energy as quickly as possible.
"Other outsiders entered the building, including the barber who stole Xu Qin's dining knife." Han Fei felt that this matter needed to be discussed in the long run.
Although the three of them joined forces to kill Uncle Li, this does not mean that Uncle Li is weak. He is even stronger than the average mid-level resentment, and there are many people with the strength of Uncle Li in the Butcher's House.
If Han Fei and the others committed public outrage and were besieged by everyone, their chances of surviving would be very small.
"Let's leave for now." Han Fei reached out and took off the old man's mask. When he got the mask, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
"Attention player number 0000! You have obtained the recognition of the Butcher's House in your own way! Congratulations on getting the Butcher Mask No. 6 and becoming a member of the Butcher's House!"
"Attention player No. 0000! Your personal job resume has been updated! Do you want to display your resume publicly?"
"On the first night you were hired as a convenience store clerk, you destroyed the store manager's coffin and obliterated the store manager's consciousness."
"When you entered Yimin Private College to apply for a job, you tried your best to make the dean of students scared."
"In order to change jobs and hide your career as a midnight butcher, you completely destroyed the foundation of the meat factory and killed several of your colleagues. Rivers of blood flowed every night you were there."
"And today, you have another highlight on your personal resume."
"After entering the Butcher's House, you successfully killed the person who interviewed you within sixty minutes. Congratulations on meeting all the requirements and successfully obtaining the G-level title of Workplace Killer."
"Workplace Killer (special professional title that can be upgraded): As the name suggests, the title of Workplace Killer aptly describes your workplace life. Once you have this title, your charm value will be reduced by two."
Looking at the system panel, Han Fei decisively chose to refuse to disclose his personal job application resume. He also placed the title of workplace killer at the bottom of all titles.
"Are you kidding? If I dare to make my resume and title public, who will dare to hire me in the future? Besides, I was completely forced! How can this evaluation only record the results but not the process?"
Looking at his somewhat bloody personal history, Han Fei remembered a song from many years ago.
"An excellent person like me should have lived a brilliant life, but how come he is still floating in a sea of blood after more than 20 years?"
This chapter has been completed!