Anyway, it was already a fight to the death, and there was no need for Han Fei to let Zhuang Wen's human hands be stained with blood.
After taking the baby's corpse covered with a death curse, Han Fei saw ferocious ghost marks appearing on his body, blood flowing from his arms, and his five fingers firmly grasped the butcher knife of death.
The Midnight Butcher, killing is his profession.
"The suffering in this world is too heavy for him, I am here to free him."
One hand grasped the handle of the knife, and the bright blade became the only light of fire in the dead building.
The arm waved down, and the most beautiful power of human nature opened its arms on the sharp edge, and gently hugged the baby imprisoned in the depths of despair.
"cut!"
The blade as thin as a cicada's wing sliced across the corpse's chest, and the dark words melted like snow. The curse needle thread that penetrated the corpse was cut off, and the extremely sharp knife finally fell on the incomplete butterfly wing.
The jumping ghost not far away had a large amount of blood pouring out of her body, and her eyes had been dyed black. At this time, she was completely wrapped in malice, and every inch of her skin was stained with the will of death, exuding a rotten smell.
She rushed towards Han Fei desperately, and at the same time, a sharp scream came from outside Building 1, as if a knife had suddenly been stabbed into someone's heart.
"Don't you hate people like this the most? Why do you still want to be like this?"
A small piece of humanity stood in front of Han Fei. She opened her arms and looked at the huge ghost figure that was more than ten times bigger than her, trying not to dodge.
Under the control of some kind of power, the jumping ghost has ignored its own humanity. Her broken arm was directly photographed, and countless death curses were thrown at the little girl and Han Fei.
At this moment, the Purana Knife melted the death curse and cut into the broken butterfly wings!
The coquettish and strange patterns were shattered under the blade, and the butterfly wings were like a lock.
When it was chopped into pieces by the death knife, blood flowed from the hearts of the jumping ghost, the divorced mother, the syringe girl and the little girl. The things that imprisoned their hearts were chopped into pieces, and the death curse no longer appeared on the surface of their bodies, and they were suppressed.
A subtle connection slowly emerged in several memories.
The bloody palm stopped on the top of the little girl's head. The jumper was covered in death curses, and the outstretched arms were being broken bit by bit. She screamed and wailed in pain, roared continuously from her mouth, and her eyes were filled with blood and tears.
He was obviously the strongest ghost in Building 1, but he was helpless like a child with an iron chain around his neck.
The death curse was still fighting for the body of the jumping ghost. The girl, who symbolized the only remaining humanity, caught the jumping ghost. She was quickly thrown away. When she got up again, the syringe woman and the divorced mother also came over.
The same parts of their bodies gradually appeared, a circle of scars appeared on their ankles, a strong smell emitted from their bodies, their hair was spread out, their hearts were bleeding, their eyes were empty and blank, and they were so numb that they forgot the pain.
One hand grabbed the bloody body of the ghost who jumped from the building, and the death curse spread to everyone. Anyone touched by the ghost who jumped from the building would die. This was the death curse on her body!
A vicious curse full of death intentions penetrated into the hearts of the divorced mother and the syringe girl. Rather than saying that they were killed by the ghost who jumped off the building, it was better to say that they gave up on themselves.
At the last moment when their memories faded, the black curse words that poured into their bodies were stained with their blood and their memories.
When the death curse returned to the body of the jumping ghost, her scattered memories and consciousness were re-integrated, and her torn body and unrecognizable face were restored little by little, revealing her original appearance.
"I still remember you at that time, you only had yourself."
Finally, the little girl who symbolized Zhuang Wen's humanity also opened her hands. She was like a child hugging her lost mother and running into the arms of the ghost who jumped off the building.
When he was hugged tightly by the death curse, he merged into the body of the jumping ghost.
The last piece of the jigsaw puzzle of memory was finally complete. Under the terrifying death curses that were densely covered on the jumping ghost's body, a woman's face quietly emerged.
She did not inherit her mother's beauty, but she had a temperament of her own, and her green cheeks were twisted in extreme pain.
As Han Fei pulled out the death knife, and when the baby's corpse and the butterfly's wings were turned into ashes, hatred burst out from the jumping ghost, like a blade about to split open the dead building!
The death curse all over his body turned into black water, mixed with blood and dripped to the ground. The mutilated body of the jumping ghost became complete, and the unrecognizable face returned to normal.
Now in Building No. 1, there is no longer the scavenger who jumped off the building, but there is Zhuang Wen who exudes endless hatred.
The lowered head slowly raised, Zhuang Wen looked at the window at the end of the corridor, her completely black eyes seemed to be staring at something. After a moment, black blood flowed out of her body, and the biting hatred twisted
The entire corridor.
"Father, you have done me such a terrible job!!!"
The glass on each floor was shattered, and the numbers on all the doors began to bleed. Zhuang Wen did not look at anyone in the corridor. She walked directly downstairs.
There were black and red stains everywhere she walked.
Arriving on the first floor, she slapped her bloody palm on the locked corridor door.
Colorful butterfly patterns appeared on the white-painted door panel. Zhuang Wen let out a harsh laugh. She touched the beautiful patterns with her own blood.
"My mother became crazy because of you."
"I was tortured into an animal because of you."
"My child will die and I will lose everything because of you."
"Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!"
Boundless hatred was like a tsunami, crashing against the door of the corridor. Now the ghost who jumped off the building had truly broken through the state of failed hatred. She was different from all the ghosts Han Fei had seen before. The biting hatred was stronger than that of the beast alley.
All butcher knives must be sharp, and nothing can stop her.
The butterfly pattern on the corridor door is broken bit by bit, just like a pair of butterfly wings being slowly crushed.
The locked door was opened, and Zhuang Wen entered the black mist outside the building without stopping at all.
The mist slowly drifted into the building. Han Fei stood on the first floor holding the death knife. He couldn't find a chance to stop him.
"The father mentioned in Zhuang Wen's mouth is definitely not an exorcist. Could it be that her biological father is Butterfly? If this is the case, then by comparing all the information left behind by Zhuang Wen's body, we can slowly identify Butterfly's identity in reality!
"
The butterfly used to be a mystery, but now Han Fei has forced this monster hiding in the fog into a certain area.
The most dangerous moment will follow. As long as you don't get eaten by the monster, you have a chance to kill it!
This chapter has been completed!