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Chapter 389 The Butterfly Falling into the Cobweb

Seven painful souls are entangled together, and they are bound by despair and pain, but in this case, the seven of them still make a home for the eighth soul in the depths of their souls.

Xiaoba, hiding in the deepest part of her soul, blinked her eyes, and all the resentment and pain poured into her body.

The seed in the palm fell to the ground, and a hideous and terrifying blood flower bloomed deep in the soul.

When the flowers opened in all directions, the eight arms smashed the walls and ground of the dead building. The cute little girl and the seven souls tortured by despair merged into an extremely huge monster!

With murderous intent, without any words, the monster waved its arm directly and hit Butterfly's face.

When Zhuang Wen and Lao Gui attacked the butterfly, the butterfly didn't react at all. The calmness in its eyes was not broken until it saw Xiao Ba.

"Key? Is the human body puzzle finished?"

The surprise on his face could not go away for a long time. The butterfly eyes stared directly at Xiaoba, it remembered that child's face!

"Bang!"

After receiving a punch from Xiaoba, the butterfly and the flesh and blood sphere under its feet hit the door of cabinet No. 4444. The already broken blood-red world completely disintegrated and dissolved at this moment.

"I'm going to kill you eight times!"

Wei Youfu's body had been torn apart layer by layer and turned into an extremely huge red ghost. He used his last sanity to give instructions to the out-of-control monster, which was to attack the butterfly with all his strength and not stop until death.

There was blood flowing all over the body, as if it had just emerged from flesh and blood. The way this monster appeared was very similar to the way a butterfly transformed into a butterfly in a cocoon of flesh and blood.

The only difference is that the butterfly devours others as sacrifices and transforms into a perfect human form from an ugly monster.

The victim of the human body puzzle has his soul torn out, and a monster emerges from the human form.

There is a certain connection between them. Xiaoba was originally a part of Butterfly's plan, but it was destroyed by Fu Sheng.

"I didn't expect my luck to be so good. Today is indeed the day when I get a new life. After getting this key, I can go deeper and find more memory fragments left by Fu Sheng!" Butterfly's face raised.

He had a twisted smile, but he was only happy for a second or two before the violent monster with eight arms began to attack it again.

Before meeting Han Fei, the victims of the human body puzzle had never truly merged together. Their bodies were missing key parts, and it was not until Han Fei had them patched up some time ago.

In other words, even Xiaoba himself didn't know how scary he really was, except for taking up the post of building director.

The huge body was rampant in the Death Tower. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of blood mist that was constantly flowing, and most of the death curses were unable to invade his body.

Each of the eight arms behind his back contains a different kind of resentment. What's even more frightening is that the resentments of the eight people can be perfectly superimposed on each other.

The appearance of Xiaoba made Butterfly's eyes obviously change. It was not fear and panic, but greed and desire.

"You want to kill me? I obviously love you so much and have devoted so much effort to you. After losing the news about you, I felt heartbroken for a long time." Butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster rushing toward him and said with a kind of expression.

It sounded like it was talking to its own child. Maybe it really regarded Xiaoba as its own child, but its impression of parents' love for their children was completely distorted.

The deeper the torture and pain, the stronger the love.

The monsters created by Hachi cannot last too long, otherwise the sanity they finally recovered will dissipate. However, this time the victims of the Human Puzzle Pattern seem to have reached a consensus that even if they lose all their sanity, they will die together with the butterfly.

"I hope to see your struggle. When I was locked in the closet, I would find the bugs in the corner of the closet, dismantle them bit by bit, and slowly crush them to death. This was the only fun I had at that time. Now this fun

It has become a habit of mine." The butterfly stood under its own night sky, and countless dark butterflies were flapping their wings in the darkness. When Xiaoba and Zhuang Wen approached, the skin and flesh on the butterfly's back exploded together,

A pair of extremely gorgeous wings, studded with countless nightmares, spread out behind him.

"You have already lost since the song was driven away."

There are two huge black eyes on the wings that are filled with nightmares. Weird patterns flow on the wings, like blood vessels surrounding the eyes.

Compared with the long body covered with corpse spots, the pair of butterfly wings formed by broken flesh and blood seem to be the butterfly's true body.

Its soul and flesh and blood have long been shattered in the nightmare, and the beautiful humanoid body should be just the clothes it is looking for for itself, just like the countless bloody clothes hanging in the closet world.

Laughter came, and when those black eyes opened, countless gray-black particles flew down from the wings. Those things seemed like dust in a nightmare, or like shrunken human pupae.

A burst of dream dust blew up in the dark night of butterflies, and those particles transformed into black butterflies in the air. They could easily penetrate into the bodies of all ghosts and monsters marked by the death curse, and then affect their sanity.

As the number of black butterflies increases, butterflies can even directly control each other.

This ability is not only useful for resentment, but also the old ghost who is about to break through to true hatred, and the ghost who jumped from the building who failed to break through hatred.

"Your hatred comes from me. Now that I have entered your body, you have merged with the person you hate the most. How does it feel to want to kill yourself?"

Butterfly is good at playing with human nature, and manipulation has become its ability.

After being invaded by Black Butterfly, the hatred of Zhuang Wen, the ghost who jumped from the building, exploded in her mind. She attacked everything including herself like crazy, and her reason, which was already on the verge of collapse, was completely wiped out.

The situation of the old ghost is slightly better. The evil soul is completely unaffected by the black butterfly, and the bloodline he inherited is stubbornly resisting the black butterfly.

However, the death curse on the old ghost has been triggered, and it is only a matter of time before his soul dies.

"Now you are the only one left, but I won't kill you. I will take away the body and soul of the person you care about most in front of you, and then become a new person." Butterfly's legs have not yet taken shape.

It cannot move too far away from the 4444 closet door. After resisting Xiaoba's attack, it activates the blood vessels under its body and drags Han Fei, who is still smoking in the distance, towards it.

Butterfly already attached great importance to Han Fei, but it didn't expect that the dead building was still in a mess. It said it didn't matter, but in fact, it was already bleeding in its heart.

In order to seriously injure the unspeakable song, it paid the price of all the death of the shrine and the death tower. Now there is only one shrine left in the death tower. If it wants to get rid of the shackles of hatred and take a step further, it must protect the last shrine.

No one in the dead building can interfere with it at the moment. It knows the locations of all the ghosts clearly. The only one left between it and the shrine is Han Fei.

How can a mere living person stop the butterfly that is the embodiment of hatred?

The wings flapped, and the black butterfly was still rushing out. The cracks on the closet door behind the butterfly were also slowly increasing. It also had to pay a certain price for using its own abilities.

But the overall situation has been decided, and the butterfly can afford these prices.

The cigarette in Han Fei's hand was almost exhausted. When the smoke dissipated, the black butterflies flying in the sky would make Han Fei unable to survive without even having to do anything about it.

When Han Fei encountered a life-and-death crisis, everyone in Xingfu Community climbed onto the cocoon without any hesitation. They wanted to stop the butterfly, but judging from the current situation, it was more like they were going to die together with Han Fei.

What Butterfly didn't expect was that Xiaoba, who had already lost control, saw that Han Fei was in danger, and his first choice was to stop attacking and save Han Fei.

Its huge body wants to grab the giant cocoon, but unfortunately the shrine in the giant cocoon echoes the butterfly, and there is a certain relationship between them.

"If you break through and become hatred, you might be able to save him from me. Unfortunately, you are just a key. The person who stole you from me has never thought about cultivating you well. He and

I'm the same, I'm just using you."

The giant cocoon with intertwined blood vessels exploded under the control of the butterfly. Several blood vessels connected to its body grabbed the shrine in the chaos and dragged Han Fei in front of him.

Looking at the butterfly getting closer and closer, Han Fei's eyes were already bloodshot. He bit down on the remaining cigarette, grabbed the shrine with one hand, and held the death knife tightly with the other.

"It's useless. The future in nightmares will only happen in nightmares after all." The black eyes on the butterfly wings stared closely at the death knife in Han Fei's hand. As the wings flapped, countless black butterflies came in like a black tide.

It seemed that everything could no longer be changed. Even if the Death Knife could kill butterflies, Han Fei no longer had the ability to wield the knife.

One is an ordinary person, and the other is a monster who has transformed into a monster of hatred many years ago. The gap in strength is enough to erase all plots.

"The eyes on my wings are always watching you, whether in reality or here. I will make good use of your body and become the self you hate most."

The smoke dissipated, and the black butterfly penetrated Han Fei's limbs like chains. He tried his best to grab the knife of death, but the knife that the butterfly was most afraid of fell into the dark night.

"What else do you have now?" Even if the butterfly cannot move, even if it has been injured, it is genuine hatred after all, and it is still the most terrifying existence among hatreds.

The wings trapped the old ghost and Zhuang Wen, and the flesh-deformed body fought with Xiao Ba. At the same time, it was still controlling the blood vessels to bring Han Fei and the shrine to itself.

Until now, everything has not escaped the butterfly's control.

When it saw Han Fei's Purana Knife falling, a smile appeared on the butterfly's twisted face. The destined future had been rewritten, and it was the one who laughed last.

The mournful music resounded in the Death Building, and paper figures crawled out of the ruins one by one, preparing for the last ritual of the Soul Resurrection Night.

The butterfly pulled Han Fei in front of it. It needed Han Fei's body. It wanted to be reborn as Han Fei, and then seize all the memory fragments left by Fu Sheng to obtain the most mysterious thing in the deep world.

After being separated, Han Fei got closer and closer to the butterfly. When the butterfly reached out and could catch the shrine and Han Fei, Han Fei, who looked desperate and painful, had a special emotion in his eyes.

There was always an amulet hidden in the hand that was not holding the knife, but he didn't open the amulet he brought out from the Animal Alley until he was really close to the butterfly.

The putrid smell instantly filled the dead building, and streaks of blood split the night sky like spider webs.

When the amulet was completely opened, a man wearing a pig face mask with eight different shadows behind him walked out of the amulet.

His whole body was filled with the stench of flesh and blood, and his chest was also empty. He seemed to have put his heart elsewhere. At this moment, there was only endless hatred for the butterfly in his chest!

"It's really not easy to deceive you. It took me ten years to hide myself."

A familiar voice rang in its ears, and the smile on Butterfly's face instantly froze, and it gritted its teeth and said two words.

"spider!"

Huang Ying is the only man who has defeated Butterfly. Before Huang Ying, there was another man who fought Butterfly from reality to the deep world. There was no winner between them.


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