This was Han Fei's first time running at full speed after getting the job of a dead building security guard. Something seemed to have been poured into his legs. The more desperate he felt, the faster he ran, and the faster he ran, the more he felt inside.
The more despair will emerge.
"The side effects of the profession of dead building security guard are quite serious, so it seems right not to regard it as the main profession."
Dragging an adult, Han Fei's speed did not slow down at all, but directly surpassed the woman.
He ran as fast as he could, but the middle-aged man suffered a lot. He was dragged to the ground, his face came into close contact with countless bloody clothes, and his mouth was also stained with blood.
"If you keep going like this, you will be chased sooner or later. Does that red-clothed monster have any weaknesses?" Han Fei shouted towards the woman. The other party didn't reply. Just gritting his teeth and running wildly exhausted the woman's strength.
Listen carefully, and you will see that the monster in red has been making some noise from its mouth. It has grown together with the clothes, and its mouth is wrapped with cloth strips. When it speaks, its black mouth will be revealed.
"I, it's you...save, save me." A hoarse voice came out of the red monster's mouth. Just as Han Fei was about to turn around, the woman running behind him suddenly screamed.
"Don't listen to it! Risk your ears!"
"Mom, mom...it hurts, my neck hurts so much."
Just as the woman finished reminding Han Fei, a child's voice suddenly sounded from a piece of clothing next to her. After hearing the voice, the woman slowed down a little.
Just at this moment of distraction, her exposed ankle seemed to be grabbed by something.
The body fell forward, and the woman looked at the ground in panic. A slender arm stretched out from the blood-stained clothes, and a boy with a big head emerged from a blood-stained children's clothing on the ground.
It giggled, its arms seemed to have suction cups, and it immediately stuck to the woman's leg.
The blood-stained children's clothes were like red spots on the tarsal bones, clinging tightly to the woman's calf.
"Mom, mom, don't go..."
The woman didn't know the child at all, but she was decisive and directly picked up the fruit knife in her hand and stabbed the child's clothes.
Her movements were fast and accurate, and she didn't care at all even if she hurt herself.
It was with this fierceness that she was able to survive until now. In other words, how could she survive in the closet without staining her hands with blood?
A fruit knife cannot pierce children's clothing at all. Even if you try to cut off a small piece, more blood will emerge.
But the child cried and refused to let go. While it was stalling for time, a dark red ghost appeared behind the woman.
The flesh and blood merged into the clothes, slowly shattered, and spread out, like the wings of death, about to hug the woman from behind.
"Come and try this new dress, you will definitely like it!"
Cold words floated out from a piece of clothing, and the blood-clothed monster directly covered the woman and held her within his body!
The blood blocked her vision, and all the red clothes in the closet seemed to come to life. The woman's eyes were full of despair.
She struggled hard, but to no avail. The bloody clothes slowly closed up, and her vision continued to narrow, as if her way of survival was gradually disappearing.
"I am dead and they have been able to escape. I hope that person can keep his promise and help me find..."
The spirit that had been supported for a long time began to relax, and the neglected fatigue spread from all parts of the body. The surface of the woman's skin was no longer smooth, and hideous and terrifying burn scars began to appear.
She didn't notice that. The last thing she thought about was her son. She couldn't let it go, and she still couldn't let it go until her death.
"Afterlife!"
A crack appeared in the closed bloody clothes, and the bloody clothes, which the fruit knife could not do anything about, were easily cut open.
The woman saw an arm branded with bloody ghost patterns stretching into the bloody clothes, and then she was dragged out by a force.
When her vision returned, the woman who fell to the ground quickly got up. After escaping from death, she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly distanced herself from Xueyi.
"I seem to have a lot of control over the monster in my closet."
When Han Fei was wielding his sword, he accidentally discovered something.
When the blade made of human nature touches the bloody clothes, the thick and vicious blood clothes will melt directly, just like the glacier in early spring being illuminated by the sun.
The blood-clothed monster did not expect such a thing to happen at all. Blood-red threads came out of its black mouth, and its face, which was integrated with the clothes, was full of shock and fear.
"The past life uses human nature as its blade. All the monsters in the Butterfly Wardrobe seem unable to face human nature."
"In the eyes of a butterfly, human nature is just a toy and tool. It should never have imagined that one day the brightest human nature will turn into a sharp knife, sharper than hatred and resentment!"
While the blood-clothed monster was in shock, Han Fei rushed forward. He was not ready to let him go. The fewer "people" who knew the secret of the Death Knife, the better.
"Nine lives!"
After activating the ghost marks on his body and taking out the last bloody paper figurine, Han Fei was ready to go all out.
Although the death knife is sharp, Han Fei is just an ordinary person. His body, which is only level 13, is still very fragile and easily injured.
So every time he fights, he dances on the tightrope, either seriously injuring others or being seriously injured by others.
There are some common tools in life in the closet, as well as fruit knives and kitchen knives, but those knives cannot hurt the blood-clothed monsters at all, they are predators in the closet.
The blood-clothed monster felt threatened by Han Fei, and found a strong curse aura on Han Fei's body.
Feeling a little uneasy, its first reaction was to run for its life.
It was very difficult to find a bloody suit in a cabinet full of bloody clothes, but Han Fei happened to have the talent of hide-and-seek, as well as extremely abnormal observation and memory. He remembered all the details of the monster and just stared at it.
It chases.
The patrol talent of the security guard on the fourth floor came in handy again. Han Fei casually stuffed a piece of paper into the woman's pocket and chased after her without looking back.
He was like a shark that smelled blood, biting the opponent tightly and not letting go.
"Hey! Stop chasing me!"
The woman wanted to stop Han Fei, but soon Han Fei disappeared.
Looking at the dense blood-covered clothes all around, the woman was squatting next to the middle-aged man. The joy of escaping just disappeared. She knew very well that it would be extremely difficult to reunite after being separated in this place.
"Why are you so impulsive!"
The woman stopped where she was. She felt that Han Fei was a very reliable person, while the half-dead uncle next to him was just a burden.
"Where are the others?" The middle-aged man had the same thoughts as the woman. When Han Fei left, he felt that the hope he had just ignited was extinguished in an instant.
"I don't know, let's wait here." The woman carefully paid attention to her surroundings. After more than ten minutes, the clothes in the distance were shaking slightly. When she was on high alert, Han Fei picked up a bloody clothes and walked out.
The security uniform was soaked in blood, but Han Fei was not injured.
"Where's the blood-clothed monster?"
"Its essence is this piece of clothing."
"Did you kill it?" Both the woman and the middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in disbelief. An ordinary security guard, except for his slightly handsome appearance, could actually kill the blood-clothed monster.
"I'm just assisting, I'm not the one who really does it." Han Fei took out the piece of paper from the woman's pocket. The piece of paper was part of the body of the bloody paper man. It was because of this piece that he was able to find his way back smoothly.
"There are some bloody clothes in the cabinet that have residual resentment on them. Those resentments have re-dominated the clothes. Now that I have killed their consciousness, the clothes are now 'clean'." Han Fei handed the bloody clothes to the middle-aged man: "There are still some residues on them.
The breath of the blood-clothed monster should increase your chances of survival if you wear it."
Hearing that it could increase the chance of survival, the middle-aged man hesitated for a while and put on the blood suit.
"Let's go, the longer you stay here, the more dangerous it will be."
The secret of the Purana Knife has not yet been revealed, but Han Fei has already developed a sense of crisis.
After walking for a long time, Han Fei and the others finally arrived at the place the middle-aged man said.
In front of me was a pile of clothes piled together, layer upon layer, black and smelly.
"I saw these clothes when I woke up, and then I hid in the pile of clothes and kept hiding..." The middle-aged man was wearing bloody clothes. As long as he didn't speak, he looked quite scary.
Frowning and staring at the pile of blackened rags, Han Fei found that compared with the bloody clothes around them, it was as if all the "essence" and consciousness had been absorbed, and they had become completely "dead things".
"If middle-aged men are just useless 'garbage' thrown by butterflies in the passage, then this place should be very close to the passage. After all, normal people will choose the nearest trash can when throwing 'garbage'." Han Fei silently piled up the garbage.
Taking away the clothes that were together, he wanted to see if there was anything hidden in the pile of clothes.
The three of them worked together and spent half an hour. They found a half-open cabinet door deep in the pile of clothes.
When they saw the closet door, all three of them were stunned.
"Pajamas with bear patterns..."
"The top that Feng Ziyu once wore?"
“My child’s school uniform?!”
There was a piece of clothing hanging on the seam of the closet door. All three of them saw that piece of clothing, but the appearance of that piece of clothing in their eyes was completely different!
"No! It must be fake! That dress is the dress we want to see most in our hearts!" Han Fei figured out the key. The woman was stunned for a moment and endured the pain in her heart. Only the middle-aged man who had just entered the closet could
The man ran over directly.
"My child ran in too?! Damn you bastard! You won't even spare the child!" The middle-aged man didn't think much about it. When he was more than one meter away from the closet, the half-open closet door suddenly opened on its own!
There were no clothes at all behind the cabinet door, just a huge mouth!
What the few people saw just now was not clothes, but a bright red tongue.
The stench and malice poured out from the closet, and the blood-red tongue wrapped around the middle-aged man's waist and swallowed him directly towards the closet.
"Is there a mouth in the cabinet?"
The middle-aged man was already stupid. Han Fei decisively slashed at the long tongue with his knife, but when he got closer, several bloody tongues stuck out of the closet, like the tentacles of a giant squid.
The opponent's strength completely overwhelmed Han Fei. He lost his balance and fell towards the closet with the middle-aged man.
There were pieces of clothing mixed in the gaps between the blackened teeth, and the pungent stench seemed to be the smell of death and fermentation.
With a wave of his finger, Han Fei took out a cigarette from his inventory. When he tried his best to find a lighter in his pocket, the middle-aged man next to him was dumbfounded. He actually smoked in such a crisis and tense moment.
A cigarette?
Holding his teeth on the wardrobe with both hands, the middle-aged man kept crying. Before he could find the lighter, Han Fei was already dragged into the darkness by his tongue.
Huge pain came from everywhere in his body. Han Fei finally touched the lighter while falling. He tried hard to light it up, but the occasional flame illuminated the surrounding area.
The intestines of the wardrobe's mouth were filled with human faces. They stared at Han Fei expressionlessly. When Han Fei's body touched them, they would open their mouths and bite Han Fei's flesh.
"What kind of monsters are kept in the butterfly closet?!"
The intestines are getting narrower and narrower, Han Fei's body is being squeezed continuously, he can't make a fire, and there are more and more wounds on his skin.
"Are you going to quit the game? But next time you go online, you will still be in this closet!"
The place where the person's face was bitten began to turn black, which seemed to be some kind of soul poison.
The middle-aged man was already unconscious after being bitten once. Han Fei was bitten an unknown number of times and was still very conscious.
"The human face specifically avoids the arm where the evil is. They all seem to have been killed by butterflies, and they are still instinctively afraid of things related to butterflies."
The lighter couldn't light up, so Han Fei gritted his teeth and put away the last cigarette. He adjusted his body and pierced the wall of the "intestinal" with the life-saving knife. Then he smashed the arm where Da Nie was hiding directly into the hole made by the life-saving knife.
In the wound.
With his arms grabbing the flesh and face, Han Fei stopped his falling body abruptly.
The "intestinal" wall began to squirm, and the human face moved closer to Han Fei. There were more wounds on the surface of his skin. As his blood volume continued to decrease, letters in blood began to appear under his skin.
Those words in blood seem to be a complete ghost story, and the protagonist of the ghost story is Han Fei himself.
The words in blood contain special power, and the destined destiny is deflecting in another direction.
When the word "blood" was triggered, Han Fei's arm began to bleed, and the sharp thorns pierced Han Fei's skin with an extremely ominous aura of disaster, as if something was trying to break free and crawl out of the blood pattern.
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After Da Nie entered the Death Tower, he turned into a blood pattern. In a way, Han Fei was similar to the other residents of the Death Tower, except that they had butterfly patterns on their bodies, while Han Fei had Da Nie's blood patterns.
Da Nie had been silent before, but when Han Fei was hovering on the edge of death, Da Nie, who was extremely excited, seemed to wake up from his sleep. It was eager to come to Han Fei and follow its dying master.
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The less Han Fei's blood volume, the more drastic the changes in the blood lines on his arms.
When his blood volume dropped to a certain value, Han Fei's Midnight Butcher professional talent was activated, and his physical fitness almost doubled. He gradually began to feel no pain, his eyes turned red, and a trace of suppressed animality was released.
This chapter has been completed!