Every time he saw the system prompts related to great evil, Han Fei would have very complicated emotions.
It's a good thing for Da Nie to be promoted to F level, but it seems that the faster it upgrades, the stronger the master's intention to die is.
In other words, the smoother Da Nie's life goes, the closer Han Fei is to death. He is not a real warrior and would not dare to keep such a pet.
"The skin of hatred? This skin feels the same as human skin. I didn't expect it to belong to hatred." Han Fei attached great importance to the human skin. He had never seen hatred before: "The appearance of this skin
, so that I can confirm that there is hatred hidden in the dead building, and it must be related to butterflies."
Looking at the colorful butterfly patterns on human skin, Han Fei was thinking about how to maximize the effect of human skin.
Seeing that Han Fei was very satisfied with the human skin, Da Ni happily circled around Han Fei. It seemed to want to rub Han Fei, but Han Fei was almost poisoned to death.
He had raised Da Sin for less than three days, and his poison resistance had already increased to a considerable level.
"Good job." Han Fei, whose lips were darkened, still insisted on encouraging Da Ni. After doing this, he began to think about another question.
The Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Flowers and the Eight Capitals have been solved, why has the F-level mission not been completed yet?
The security company is not a special building, so this F-level mission shouldn't be that difficult.
Standing in the deep pit, Han Fei discovered that without the suppression of human skin, the weak obsessions remaining in the corpses slowly recovered. They had been deprived of everything by the butterflies, and now only pain was left.
Looking at the corpses that seemed to be talking in their sleep, Han Fei couldn't bear it. He took out the death knife from the inventory.
"If one day I fall into the hands of a butterfly, I may end up like you. I will neither live nor die, and lose everything."
There are too many things more terrifying than death in this deep world. For those Cannian trapped in the corpse, death is the last gift that Han Fei can give them.
"I will send you to another place to be born. I hope you can live the life you want."
Countless pairs of arms grasped the handle of the knife, converging into a warm and bright knife.
The blade cuts through, melting away the pain and soothing the despair, giving those souls pierced by the roots a chance to say goodbye for the last time.
Most of the residual thoughts disappeared, and there were still a few souls who clung to their humanity to the end. They also entered the death knife and stood behind Han Fei.
Other knives will be stained with blood when killing, and the blade will become dull, but the death knife is just the opposite. Its blade becomes brighter and sharper, and the aura revealed inadvertently will make ordinary resentment feel fearful.
Such a knife should not appear in the deep world. Only Han Fei can hold such a knife in the deep world.
After helping all the remaining souls in the pit to be freed, the mountain of corpses completely collapsed.
Each piece of clothing represents a human life, and the crime committed by the butterfly is unforgivable.
Climbing out of the pit, Han Fei looked at the last remnant soul on the fourth floor underground, Bai Xiannian's master, the security guard responsible for bringing in newcomers.
He died for Bai Siannian. He did not choose to drink the blood in the blood puddle, but stopped next to the blood puddle, seemingly to help people like him.
After being absorbed by flowers for a long time, his memory and humanity have been absorbed. Bai Siannian's master no longer remembers anything. He only has one instinct left.
"Get out of the way, he's in pain now." Han Fei stopped in front of Bai Sinian, who was holding his master's body with a complicated expression on his face. He was not mentally prepared to accept all this.
After a long time, Bai Sinian gently placed his master on the ground and knelt down beside him quietly.
"Your master has helped many people, and you are just one of them. But in the end, he resolutely chose to die for you. You have to think carefully about why he did this?" Han Fei held the death knife tightly, but he did not comfort Bai Bai.
Missing, just told the other person the truth: "Maybe your master sees some hope in you. He thinks you can change a lot of things and save more people."
"Me?" No one has ever said this to Bai Siannian, and this is the first time he thinks about this question.
"I don't know you as well as your master, so you don't have to believe me, but I hope you can trust your master's judgment." After the final farewell, Han Fei stabbed the warm blade into Master Bai Si Nian's chest, but it seemed to touch him.
I bumped into something.
Untying Master Bai Sinian's security uniform, Han Fei found that he kept a thick sign-in sheet close to his body, which contained the names and photos of all the deceased, as well as some of the things they had done.
The boss of the security company did not completely lie. The dead building preyed on the ghosts on Yimin Street. If they did not send suitable utensils to the dead building on a regular basis, the people in the dead building would go out to search for them on their own, and there would be more casualties.
In a sense, they did protect Yimin Street, but they were far from qualified to be called patron saints.
The thick sign-in form was almost soaked in blood. It was light to hold, but it contained heavy contents.
Han Fei didn't know how Bai Sinian's master kept this list. Maybe he just didn't want them to be forgotten.
"Next, this thing should be handed over to you." Han Fei handed the sign-in form to Bai Sinian.
Silently taking the sign-in form, Bai Siannian put it into his arms and put it away close to his body.
This coward seems to have made a certain decision, and he has started to change it without even realizing it.
The remnant knife penetrated again, this time without any obstruction. The remnant soul of Master Bai Siannian entered the remnant knife. The already bright blade became even brighter, and one more person accompanied Han Fei.
"The Purana Knife recognized your master, it can also be said that your master recognized me."
Han Fei put away the blade, and at the same time he finally received the system prompt.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully completed the F-level hidden mission of the Protector of Yimin Street! Add three free skill points!"
"The hidden mission completion rate exceeds 90%! Additional rewards include the F-level title of the Protector of Yimin Street!"
"The patron saint of Yimin Street (F-level title): From today on, you are the new patron saint of Yimin Street."
"After obtaining this title, you will be qualified to open the shrine on Yimin Street! The friendliness of all resentments in Yimin Street will be increased by three. All resentments and regrets in Yimin Street will be less hostile to you, and the hatred will no longer be within this range.
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"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully reached level 12! Free attribute points will be increased by one!"
After receiving the system prompt, Han Fei realized that this F-level mission was not to kill the eight heads, but to free all residual thoughts and become a true protector recognized by them.