After the landlord died, his three children gave him three cigarettes, and those three cigarettes later went into Han Fei's hands.
Each cigarette corresponds to the residual thoughts of one of the landlord's children. By lighting the cigarette, you can awaken the remaining consciousness of the other person and gain shelter before the smoke dissipates.
When he met Zhuang Ren in real life, Han Fei entered the old house where the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical once lived, and accidentally discovered a broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and a piece of clothing stained with
Painted children's clothing, with words and blessings written on it for your children.
Among them, there is still a song used to call out souls in the music box, and the melody is almost the same as the song in the deep world.
From this, Han Fei deduced that the singing voice in the deep world might be one of the landlord's three children.
Even if the inference is wrong, it actually doesn't matter.
Han Fei has realized one thing. Every time he lights a cigarette, the singing will make him feel something.
The first time I lit a cigarette was in Yimin convenience store. Not long after the cigarette burned, singing appeared on Yimin Street.
The second time was in Building 1 of the Dead Building. As soon as he lit his cigarette, his singing suddenly became louder as if he had been stimulated.
The first two times Han Fei lit up the cigarette, he quit the game immediately, causing the song to lose its target. But this last time, Han Fei was not ready to hide, and he had no place to hide.
With no way to escape, Han Fei showed a kind of broadness in the face of life and death that ordinary people could not understand. His eyes looked at the butterfly through the smoke, and his eyes felt as if he were staring at falling soot.
I will step on your shrine and let a worm eat your heart. What can you do?
Smoke lingered around Han Fei, as if blurring the boundary between reality and illusion. Behind Han Fei, where the smoke dispersed, a pair of cold eyes vaguely opened.
If Han Fei looked back, he would find that those eyes were very similar to the eyes he saw in the shrine in Xingfu Community.
Han Fei didn't know what was behind him. He was just used to not showing his fear. At this time, there was no trace of panic or fear on his face.
Obviously there is nothing, but it seems that the overall situation has been decided.
No matter how open-minded Han Fei was, it didn't have much impact on the butterfly. The problem was that after Han Fei lit the cigarette, the singing outside the building seemed to be suddenly violently stimulated, tearing apart the black mist and death layer by layer.
I want to force my way into the dead building!
The cigarette Han Fei lit just now was like a signal to start taking action. None of this seemed like a coincidence.
The butterfly's legs have not yet been formed, and the cabinet door behind it has not been completely repaired. It will never allow an unspeakable terrifying existence to enter here.
"How long has it been since we encountered such a bad thing? Everything is going according to the predetermined trajectory. I haven't seen an accident happen in a long time."
The building was shaking, as if it would collapse in the next second. Under the attack of the song at all costs, a hole was torn open in the black mist condensed by the will of death.
The melancholic singing sounded in everyone's ears, as if a pool of ice water had been poured into the soul, and it was chilled to the bone from the inside out.
The blood vessels buried in the dead building burst, and a large amount of black blood flowed out from the floor and walls. Everything as far as the eye could see was distorted by the terrifying aura.
Even if he was seriously injured, it was far beyond what ordinary hatred could stop.
Blood appeared in Butterfly's night sky, and the black color tended to be dyed red. Butterfly knew that if he didn't do anything, the dead building would be destroyed.
No one can go against the unspeakable will, and the result of their anger is that they will be wiped out together with the surviving buildings.
"This building is the altar table for me to change my body. If you want to overturn my table, then don't blame me for smashing your shrine. By the way, you were seriously injured. I'm afraid you don't even have your own shrine, right?" Butterfly stood at his feet and said
The blood vessels connected to the dead building suddenly extended upwards. While controlling all the dead energy to block the singing, it also dragged down the shrine belonging to the top floor.
There are two shrines in the Death Tower, one on the top floor and one on the bottom floor.
Now that the shrine on the ground floor was trampled under the feet of Han Fei, and the broken heart enshrined inside was bitten by evil spirits, Butterfly put its focus on another shrine.
"The night of soul rebirth has arrived, and the shrine left by the previous manager is of little use to me. I will have a new body soon. It is up to me to choose whether to be a human or a god!"
The family portrait placed on the altar table on the top floor was stuffed into the shrine by the butterfly. Before the song completely invaded the death building, it opened the shrine on the top floor.
Among the ordinary shrines is a headless statue. The half-foot-tall statue looks like an old man. He has a tall and straight body, but there are countless death curses engraved on his body.
When Butterfly's family portrait touched the statue, the deformed figure hidden in the family portrait instantly got into the statue. The dense death curse was activated, and Butterfly began to frantically pour the death wish of the dead building into the statue.
At the same time, all the countless idols that the evil soul had brought from under the bed in Room 4144 changed. They howled and screamed, and then exploded one by one.
The hair wrapped in white paper and the fine pieces of flesh and blood in the statue were scattered on the ground. They came together from all directions and slowly formed an old man's head.
The eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of that head were sewn shut by countless death curses. He had eyes and ears, but he couldn't hear or see.
Han Fei and everyone in Xingfu Community on the other side also saw the head. He had the same face as the previous building director of Xingfu Community!
"Memory fragments left behind by the previous building manager!" Han Fei's pupils shrank instantly. The memory of the previous building manager was divided into several parts. The part containing the black box memory was hidden in Xingfu Community, while the other memory fragments were
Scattered among other buildings in the deep world.
Han Fei wanted to save the head of the former building director, but he did not have the ability.
"I'm too lazy to continue digging out your memories. Since you don't want to tell me anything, then take those secrets and disappear forever." Butterfly grabbed the head of the previous building director that was sealed by the death curse, and reassembled it.
He stuffed it into the shrine, and then pieced together the body of the statue filled with the will of death and the head of the old man.
Lines of death curses emerged from the old man's body, piercing his skin, carrying his divinity and contaminating the shrine.
The shrine enshrining the statue of the old man was defiled by the death curse. Some kind of taboo seemed to be triggered. Black blood oozed from the seven orifices of the old man that had been sutured by the death curse. All the curses in his body finally turned into the word death.
"Use the unspeakable memory and the shrine to cast a curse, so this should be able to seriously injure it again, right?" Standing under the dark night, the butterfly controlled all the black mist in the dead building, tearing apart the old man's statue and head.
A huge black flower bloomed in the will of death, and all the black mist gathered at one point.
Han Fei from a distance also saw this terrifying scene. After all the death intention was absorbed, he saw a giant blood-red hand in the middle of the song.
In the process of exiting the game, he encountered this hand twice before and was almost caught by the opponent.
"My eyes can't see it all?"
Han Fei, who was only at level 13, witnessed a fight that was far beyond his capabilities, and the flowers that had exhausted all the will to die in the building bloomed amidst the singing.
But what Han Fei and Butterfly didn't expect was that when the old man's head and body carried the most terrifying death curse and erupted, the huge bloody hand and the singing voice behind it not only did not dodge, but seemed to open their arms on their own initiative.
It was as if he wanted to put the old man's head into his heart.
The death curse broke out! There was deep despair and pain in the singing, and everyone heard the sound of something breaking.
Blood rained from the sky, and the black mist dissipated. Only Building 4 in the entire Dead Building Community was still normal, while the other three buildings were completely covered with flesh and blood and curses.
Butterfly consumed the will of death that had accumulated for countless years under the Death Tower, destroying a shrine and all the death spells on it, at the cost of which it seemed that the song was harmed.
"died?"
After a short pause, the song rang in everyone's ears again, but even if there was no black fog to block it, everyone still couldn't find its location, as if it lived in people's hearts, as long as they could not forget the fear it brought.
, it will appear at any time.
"Get ready to rescue Han Fei." The Mirror God, who was carried behind him by Yinglong, said: "The singing has gone away. It took away the head of the previous building director and the defiled shrine. When it comes back, it may be the real one.
It’s beyond words.”
"Aren't you going to wait any longer? The situation is still unclear. The building manager's place should be safe for the time being." Li Ban looked at where Han Fei was.
All the butterflies that flew to Han Fei were lost in the smoke. The dark night of butterflies enveloped everything, but they could not hurt Han Fei in the slightest.
At this time, Han Fei was smoking a cigarette, standing under the night sky of butterflies, looking at the bright spots of humanity imprisoned in the night, with pity in his eyes.
At this time, he seems to be more worried about others than his own safety. What kind of sentiment is this?
"Can't wait any longer!" A voice sounded from the back of the crowd. Wei Youfu took off his hat and fixed his eyes on Han Fei. He knew Han Fei very well: "Do it!"
At this time, the death wish in the shrine on the top floor and the entire Death Building had just erupted, and the remaining curses and hatred that could burn the soul were floating around, but everyone in the Xingfu Community did not hesitate.
Those figures entered directly into the dark night of butterflies. Perhaps the dark night of butterflies contains many nightmares and the most terrifying things in the world, but none of them retreated.
"Are you in a hurry to die?"
There were a lot of dead spots on the butterfly's skin, and its handsome face seemed like a poor-quality puzzle piece, with signs of death constantly emerging from under the skin.
The collision just now also had a great impact on the butterfly, and a large number of blood vessels controlled by it had been broken. However, in his opinion, it was still worthwhile to pay such a price to drive away the Indescribable.
"When I was still alive, everyone wanted me dead. I tried very hard to please them, but in the end I got double the disgust."
"I've been thinking about a question. If I pretend to have amnesia, will they throw me away as a stranger? Maybe I'm not even a stranger, right? Just a thing?"
The residents of Xingfu Community were walking in the dark night of butterflies. No matter how dangerous it was, they were still moving in the direction of Han Fei.
These are a group of pitiful people, a group of lovely people, and even more, a group of people who make butterflies angry and disgusting.
"You want to save him? Then I can't do what you want. The only thing in this world that makes me happy is to see all of you gain despair after struggling hard."
Every time the butterfly said a word, the bright spot of humanity in the dark night behind it would scream.
When the painful sound reached everyone's ears, everyone discovered that there were actually a large number of dying souls imprisoned in those light spots!
The butterfly has been torturing them, listening to their wails and pain, and getting twisted pleasure!
When those shining points of light wail in pain, the despair exuding from them will be injected into the butterfly's dark night, making its night even more gloomy and dark.
"Be careful, this black is made up of butterflies hatched from human chrysalis. Countless butterflies with the worst nature in human nature have gathered into this disgusting thing." The Mirror God knows a lot, and the night cannot be reflected in his mirror.
, it can only illuminate the densely overlapping black butterflies: "Hate can affect the surroundings, but if you want to turn it into night, the strength of this monster is far from enough."
The butterflies that made up the night were flying, and the butterfly standing in the flesh and blood couldn't help but attack everyone in Xingfu Community. But when it raised its arm, a ferocious ghost with evil energy grabbed the butterfly's wrist.
"You are the only one who still wants to kill my soul?"
The hatred in the old ghost's eyes was like fire, and the longing in his blood surged into his hands, intertwined with the hatred in his heart.
Its ten fingers turn blood red, and any soul that is touched by him will quickly age and rot.
This is the deepest hidden ability of the old ghost. He and the souls he touches will age together.
The inheritance of generations is in the spine. When a parent dies of old age, the head at the top of the spine will wither like a flower, but the old ghost will not die. The younger generation will emerge from the spine and become the new pillar.
In less than a second of touch, two faces on the old ghost's spine have been erased forever, while there are only some wrinkles on the butterfly's wrist, and the corpse spots have expanded again.
If the caster is not killed, the death curse will not touch, and everyone will die. For the continuation of the family, there is no face on the old ghost's back that is afraid or flinching.
Fighting one after another, just to save the last trace of blood!
"I didn't raise you, old dog, just to let you bite me." Butterfly's fingers slowly closed, and the light spots in the night exploded one by one. The negative emotions tortured in human nature quickly penetrated into Butterfly's body.
, while helping it recover, it also slowly formed a new death curse, crawling towards the old ghost's arm.
The old ghost is far from being Butterfly's opponent. Even if he holds the belief that he will die, he can only delay Butterfly's footsteps. However, the old ghost is not the only one who hates Butterfly to the core.
Screams rang out, and a giant red shadow rushed towards the butterfly with blood all over its body.
Zhuang Wen had gone crazy. When she saw Butterfly's face, she couldn't control her murderous intention. She felt that the whole meaning of her existence was to cut the deformed monster in front of her into pieces.
In order to create another butterfly, the manager of the dead building forced Zhuang Wen to jump off the building. The despair and pain brewed a completely twisted hatred.
When Zhuang Wen rushed towards Butterfly, Wei Youfu in the crowd also started to walk forward.
He was so weak that he walked step by step in the remaining black mist and hatred.
He looked at the scarred Han Fei, at the countless remaining souls imprisoned by butterflies in the dark night, and finally looked at himself.
"The human body puzzle may have been just a fun toy for it, but it cost the eight of us everything."
His pale hand reached out to the butterfly, which was high above him. Wei Youfu, who had always been very talkative, slowly began to bleed from his eyes.
"Whatever the cause, the butterfly must die!"
Blood instantly spread on his back, and the eight arms tore open Wei Youfu's body like a god, and smashed it to the ground!
This chapter has been completed!