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Chapter 386 Dead Building Manager (4000)

"Are you rushing to be reincarnated in a hurry? Stop struggling. People like you will definitely not be able to enter reincarnation. Being a bedbug in your next life will be considered a change of fate."

Huang Ying was really not afraid of anything now. He even wanted to catch the butterfly that was in a hurry to leave. Unfortunately, he was injured too badly and didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

The body of the woman in the nightmare was changing little by little. She wanted to torture Huang Ying directly in the most painful way, but there was no time now.

The crack on her chest was slowly expanding, her face began to distort, and black and red blood vessels appeared in her pupils.

Blood began to seep from under the clothes, and he closed the cabinet door with twisted hands.

That seemingly ordinary wardrobe, after the woman entered, trembled gently like a living heart, with blood vessels extending from it, penetrating the deepest part of the nightmare.

Huang Ying's nightmare began to collapse. The woman's body had completely changed, and strange lines appeared on her skin. Those lines and blood vessels intertwined with each other to create strange patterns on the wardrobe.

It seemed to have been locked in a closet for a long time. In this narrow and dark space, it imagined the world it thought it would be, and accidentally saw the end of the nightmare.

The cramped space was filled with darkness, spreading towards the place where the consciousness was covered. After the blood-red consciousness enveloped everything, the woman's body became completely blurred, and she pushed open the cabinet door behind the wardrobe with all her strength.

Huang Ying's nightmare was shattered instantly, and the figure imprisoning him entered a strange room through the closet deep in the nightmare.

This room has no doors or windows. It is more like a long corridor than a room, with two wardrobes standing on both sides of the corridor.

One of them is connected to the nightmare, and the other is connected to the deep world.

At this time, cracks had appeared on the wardrobe connected to the deep world, and the cracks were still expanding.

It is worth noting that the cracks on the wardrobe also appear on the woman's body. It seems that the woman and the wardrobe are one, and she and this special cursed object have been fused together.

The long corridors are lined with bound souls and consciousnesses. They are like sacrifices, waiting for the "gods" to enjoy them. Feng Ziyu, who disappeared in the real world, is also displayed here.

Blood covered the body, and the woman's face became terrifying. She was no longer a person, but a monster.

Stopping at the end of the nightmare, it cannot walk directly through the corridor. It seems that the stronger the soul, the greater the resistance it will encounter.

But soon the extradition soul bells were heard outside the closet, and the soul-calling songs recited by every household and the fear in their hearts slowly poured into this strange room.

All the fear and fear of the butterfly wrapped around its body like threads, dragging it little by little to the other side of the corridor.

The fuzzy body wantonly devoured the "sacrifice" around it. There were fewer and fewer similarities between it and humans, but the hatred in its heart became stronger and stronger.

The situation was urgent, and its body only swallowed a few of the most critical sacrifices, and was led to the other side of the corridor by the soul bell's extradition and fear.

After devouring it crazily, its body turned into an irregular flesh and blood monster, but now it couldn't care about so many things. Its arms, linked by resentment and fear, finally grabbed the closet door.

The blood on the door melted instantly and dripped into the monster's body. The house number on the cabinet door slowly became clear: Room 4444.

Room 4444 is not a room, but Butterfly's closet. For this monster who has been imprisoned in the closet since childhood, the closet is its own room.

Carrying all the hatred and pain in the nightmare, that hand pushed open the cabinet door of room 4444!

The riddled wardrobe world almost completely collapsed at this moment, and overwhelming hatred emanated from the wardrobe at the center of the wardrobe world.

The nearest old ghost was violently swept away, and everyone was staring at the center of the world.

The bloody clothes fell down like flying red paper money, the soul bell rang through the dead building, and the sky here seemed to have collapsed.

An arm covered with scars stretched out of the cabinet door, followed by an extremely twisted soul, which looked like a fleshy ball with a slightly human shape.

A terrifying aura appeared in the death building, and all the death curses were artificially triggered at the same time!

The fear and resentment in the hearts of the owners broke out, and an ugly face gradually appeared on the monster. No one in this world is obsessed with it, no one cares about it, and no one is even willing to take a second look at it.

In order to prevent itself from being forgotten, it abandoned its humanity and planted hatred and pain in everyone's hearts.

The death curse is extracting something from all the owners in the building. The curse on each person is different. When the evil ghost in the building is worse than death, the same curse appears on the monster's skin.

It is the source of all death curses. The more painful the cursed ghost is, the more powerful and terrifying it is.

As the death curses were activated, the monster's skin began to crack, and the necrotic flesh fell off bit by bit. A pair of fair and flawless arms penetrated the scarred skin.

His slender fingers tore open his own skin, and a monster that looked similar to a human, whose gender could not be identified at first sight, crawled out of the flesh.

The sky-high hatred swept through the entire wardrobe world. It emerged from the corpse of the past and turned into a butterfly. The flesh and blood splashed around like butterfly wings spread out.

The black death curse and fresh blood stains painted the most monstrous lines on his wings. There was no scar on his fair skin, but there were countless death curses flowing under his skin.

However, it may be because he did not swallow enough of the best, or because the ceremony was not carried out normally, his legs were still covered in ugly flesh and blood and were not fully formed.

The wardrobe world is still collapsing, and the death curse on the old ghost is activated again. The blood-colored butterflies in the depths of his hatred are fluttering, trying to take away everything from him.

The black fire in his eyes flickers on and off, and the aura on the old ghost's body waxes and wanes. What remains unchanged is the figure reflected in his pupils, as well as the crazy and domineering evil aura.

"Manager of the dead building?" The evil spirit did not take a step back. He took over the old ghost's body, inherited the old ghost's bloodline, and endured the pain of the old ghost and his descendants.

The pain that was seared deep into the blood was enough to make any normal person collapse, but the expression of the evil soul did not change at all.

He could feel the souls of himself and the old ghost passing away, and the death curse was taking effect. Fighting against them would be equivalent to death.

But on this road to death, he still has time.

In the process of rushing to death, he wants to kill the manager of the dead building!

The evil soul has never thought about retreating or compromising. Since the caster will not take the initiative to lift the death curse, this is the only way left.

"Old guy, the next few minutes may be our last time. I have a few words to tell you in advance. Your grandson is too weak to keep his soul awake, but I can feel it in his heart.

I miss you and his father. You often scolded him for being timid and weak. In fact, it took a lifetime of courage for him to actively respond to your call for souls. I know you love him very much, but don’t forget that since the call for souls can be successful,

, that means that he loves you no less than you do in his heart. He has never blamed you or hated you. He only misses you and is grateful."

"He can't speak, so I will paraphrase everything in his heart." After saying this, the evil spirit reached out and grabbed the old ghost's heart: "Such a person should not die now, we have to find a way out for him.

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The finger pierced the chest, pain, memory, despair, everything turned into the fuel of hatred, the evil soul wanted to make the fire in the old ghost's heart burn even more fiercely!

The butterfly standing in front of the wardrobe stared at the crazy old ghost, its beautiful eyes seemed to be staring at a dying reptile.

In its view, the only possibility of defeat is that it cannot return to the death building.

As the manager of the dead building, while it is here, everything is over.

The ceremony was incomplete and started forty-four minutes earlier, but these had little impact.

Butterfly's eyes slowly moved to the face of the evil soul. He prepared for himself that the body was still there, which was enough.

It is not easy to find a suitable body, and there is only one living person who can carry him. The preparations over the past few years have not been wasted.

Sensing that the old ghost was beginning to burn his soul, Butterfly's slender fingers gently touched his heart.

The death curse engraved on his chest appeared on his skin, as if a sharp knife had cut open the skin on his chest.

Blue butterflies flew out of his body one after another. They were souls containing his own consciousness, which could also be regarded as its substitute.

Everyone in Happy Community has seen similar blue butterflies before, and they feel familiar inexplicably.

After the blue butterflies approached, the evil soul was highly alert, but those butterflies did not enter his body, but flew past him and left the wardrobe world.

There is no heart in the butterfly's chest, and its current state is far from its strongest.

The evil soul also noticed this, he no longer had any scruples, and was ready to go to pieces, and attack the butterfly with all his strength!

This is the first person who dares to stand up and challenge Butterfly in the Dead Building since he became the manager of the Dead Building.

"The soul-returning ceremony has begun. I have divided you into different souls to make it easier to swallow." The butterfly's face is too handsome to be human and has no expression. It seems that everything is still under its control.

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Seeing the old ghost rushing towards him, the butterfly did not make any move. It stared into the eyes of the evil soul, and the emotions contained in its pupils gradually became the same as the evil soul. This freak was imitating everything of the evil soul.

"Your soul has been imprisoned in other people's bodies. If you want to merge, you have to kill them with your own hands. If you kill any one of them, then you will be no different from me."

It wasn't until the old ghost's arm full of black fire stretched out in front of his eyes that the lines on the butterfly's body suddenly burst out with surging hatred.

The hatred was like the waves, far more than the old ghost.

The blood of ancestors flows in the body, and the fire in the old ghost's heart is like a candle, swaying under the wash of the waves, but it has not been extinguished.

The joints on the back opened little by little, and the eyes of all the juniors opened. The murderer of the family was right in front of them, and the hatred of all of them was condensed together.

The butterfly's legs have not yet been fully formed and are still connected to the ugly flesh. It cannot leave the closet too far, but this does not have a big impact on it.

Rather than being restricted in movement, it is more concerned about the fact that it has not turned into a handsome person after all, but is still a weird deformity.

"I kept you because you are useful to me, and now it's time for you to play your role."

The butterfly's hands stretched out, and the butterflies had flown all over the dead building. Countless blood vessels stretched out from the dead building, penetrated the cracks in the wardrobe world, and connected with the butterfly's body.

It seemed to sense something and glanced in a certain direction.

"I personally cast a spell for you and gave you three months. I didn't expect that you would dare to enter the death building before half a month was up. Is the singing outside the reason for you to enter the death building in advance?" Butterfly's voice was hidden in

With a trace of deep anger, everything had been planned. Even the most abnormal person would at least be well prepared before entering the Death Building, but Han Fei was an exception.

Ever since Han Fei started participating in the human body puzzle, Butterfly has noticed Han Fei, whether in the deep world or in reality.

It clearly knew that Han Fei was weak, and it only regarded Han Fei as its own body.

But it never expected that only a few weeks had passed, not even months, that the once weak man had already run into the dead building, and attracted an unspeakable and extremely angry ghost.

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Normal unspeakable beings have their own shrines, and even mentioning their names will be cursed. But it is incredible that such a lofty "ghost" would go crazy to this point.

The blue butterfly is the separated soul of the dead building manager, hiding its consciousness and despair, and also its eyes and ears.

At this time, blue butterflies flew all over the dead building. As the manager of the dead building, the butterfly also saw the tragic situation of the dead building.

If we come back any later, this building may not even be saved.

The death that envelopes the community is intertwined with the singing, and there is an unspeakable threat from outside. What makes it even more uneasy is that the foundation of the death building has been shaken, and there seems to be a problem with its biggest secret.

"The unspeakable is indeed a trouble, but the thing outside the building seems to have been seriously injured, which is far from the normal ineffable. If you think it can stop the soul-reviving ceremony, you are too naive."

A drop of black blood dripped from the butterfly's empty chest. It smashed all the blood vessels connected to itself into the ground. The ground cracked and collapsed layer by layer, and the will of death gushes out from the depths of the ground like an endless ocean!

In the ocean of death, there are countless children's nightmares, withered blood flowers, and a giant cocoon made of countless blood vessels.

"I have waited too long for this moment, and no one can stop me!"

Butterfly was most worried about the underground shrine, so after entering the Death Building, he wanted to check it out immediately.

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