"All the death under the Death Building comes from that cocoon?"
The will of death that had been rotting underground for countless years was completely aroused by butterflies. The black mist formed entirely by the will of death engulfed everyone present. The strong will of death impacted every soul, etching the deepest despair on everyone's soul.
heart.
Nightmares flowed in the black veins, they were densely intertwined, and the huge cocoon was like a sea monster emerging from the deep water.
"Is that Butterfly's trump card? The real back-up that he dares to confront the indescribable?"
The foundation of the dead building was taken out by the butterfly. When the giant cocoon of flesh and blood emerged, the wardrobe world was completely shattered and completely merged with the deep world.
The bloody clothes hanging in the closet world have turned into lonely souls covered in blood. They have long lost their consciousness. They still exist, but they seem to be just a piece of clothing that can be worn away at will.
clothing.
The monsters in the wardrobe world turned into food for the butterflies, and all the wardrobes were shattered by the death curse. The butterflies used their power to repair the cracks in the wardrobe behind them.
The scars caused by the old ghost with all his strength were healing quickly, and the butterfly's legs were slowly emerging from the deformed flesh. Coupled with the shock caused by the giant cocoon, everyone present did not dare to act rashly.
Maybe the butterfly didn't lie and everything was under its control.
As the manager of the dead building, it knows every plant and tree here. All the ghosts and monsters are puppets in its hands. How can the puppet resist its master?
Allowing death to permeate his body, Butterfly's handsome face regained its composure.
"Everything must be back on track again!"
Its empty chest was pointed at the giant cocoon, and it murmured a strange name.
Countless blood vessels dragged the giant cocoon out of the depths of the ground. Everyone could feel the terrifying aura coming from the giant cocoon. The aura was mixed with the will of death, far exceeding hatred. The terrifying feeling was indescribable.
!
"The future you see in your nightmare is just a nightmare after all."
Butterfly said these words to the giant cocoon. A twisted smile appeared on his face that could be described as coquettish, and then his slender hands stabbed fiercely into the giant cocoon.
The blood vessels flowing with nightmares slowly open like petals, and the flowers containing countless children's nightmares bloom in the deep world. The most terrifying thing in the entire dead building is about to appear!
No one felt scared and nervous, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the giant cocoon.
The spirit of death drifted away, and the dark black blood vessels several meters long were just veins on the branches and leaves, and the real blood flowers were hidden in the center of the giant cocoon.
When that red color appeared, everyone's eyes changed, including the butterfly.
The giant red shadow stood up in the deepest part of the cocoon of blood vessels. Her whole body was burning with hatred and death. In front of the giant red shadow, a man held a knife in one hand and squatted half-crouched on the shrine where the gods lived. He looked cold and cold.
Watch everything around you.
"Han Fei?"
After seeing that figure, everyone had different reactions.
Everyone in Xingfu Community recognized Han Fei almost instantly. They were stunned and subconsciously began to approach Han Fei's place. There was nothing to be afraid of, because the person standing there was their building manager.
The death curse was activated, and the old ghost, who had little time left, also saw Han Fei, with a trace of confusion in the evil soul's evil eyes.
Through Butterfly's previous words, he knew that he had been divided into souls. After communicating with the old ghost, he also understood that a person's soul would be divided into different souls based on memory, some good souls and some evil souls.
Looking at the madman trampling the shrine with a living body, the evil soul narrowed his eyes slightly. He compared the two repeatedly and finally came to a conclusion: "Is that my evil soul? It is really crazy!"
Hearing the evil spirit's laughter, the butterfly's handsome face showed horrific scars similar to corpse stains. The coldness in its eyes made the temperature of the dead building begin to drop.
No living person can enter the bottom floor of the Death Tower, and no one knows the location of the shrine except himself.
How did he resist the death intention in the deepest part of the Death Tower? Why did nothing happen to him when he was hit by the death curse? Normally, after losing his childhood and good and evil, his memory should slowly become blank, but he seemed to
No impact at all? How did the trash in Building No. 1 who failed to break through hatred get mixed up with him? How come all the ghosts like to be with this ugly thing!
The butterfly had too many doubts in its heart. It had planned everything and spent several years moving from the human world to the underworld. But in just a few weeks, an ordinary person stood on the shrine it had prepared for itself.
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The torn chest is longing for something, and the depth of the soul is like a knife cutting flesh and blood bit by bit. There are more and more corpse spots on the butterfly's face. It has not felt this emotion for a long time.
"When I become you, I will let you kill everyone who cares about you with your own hands, and let you live in pain and despair forever!"
Boundless hatred surged from the torn chest, and it was clearly felt that the hatred in Butterfly far exceeded that of the old ghost and the ghost who jumped off the building.
Blood vessels stretched towards the shrine. When the giant cocoon was dragged towards the butterfly, the shrine wrapped in layers of blood flowers was exposed to everyone's eyes. Everyone saw the incomplete heart in the shrine and the laborious work.
The evil that gnaws at that heart!
If Han Fei half-crouched on the shrine prepared by Butterfly for himself, it was still acceptable, but the heart in the shrine was being bitten by a ferocious and ugly insect, which had completely penetrated Butterfly's bottom line!
Corpse spots constantly appear on the flawless skin, and the shape of those corpse spots is very similar to the bite marks on the human heart.
As the manager of the dead building, Butterfly has been able to perfectly hide its emotions and not be disturbed by anything outside, until today it met Han Fei.
With the movement of his finger, the dark blue hatred contained a night sky belonging to butterflies, pointing in the direction of Han Fei!
The unspeakable breath of terror crawls rapidly along the blood vessels on the ground. The hatred of the butterfly constitutes its own night sky, and the human nature it imprisoned and toyed with is the starlight in the middle of the night.
Countless dark butterflies are flying in this night sky. If you look closely, you will see that the densely packed wings are full of the most desperate expressions of people when they die.
Those butterflies formed a nightmare and flew directly towards where Han Fei was.
Zhuang Wen's hatred could not stop all the butterflies. Even she was shrouded in the dark night of butterflies. The distance was too close and it seemed that no one could save Han Fei.
A weak flame lit up on the shrine, and curls of smoke floated in the air. Han Fei stepped on the shrine, stood up straight, and flicked the ashes off.
When the last cigarette was lit, heartbreaking singing sounded outside the building.
This chapter has been completed!