Chapter 815 Madam, is this the evil soul you are looking for?
"No one can kill the evil god. If he can do it, he will become the new god."
Ji Zheng hoped that Han Fei could have some more realistic ideas. The human pillar is the foundation of the building, and the owner of the garden cannot let anyone destroy it easily.
"No one has ever been able to enter the upper fifty floors by other means. This is the rule."
"Stop sticking to your own rules. Aren't we here just to create new rules?"
Except for the evildoers, no one thought highly of Han Fei. Everyone stayed away from the human pillars, as if those hideous and terrifying faces would drag anyone who came near them in at any time.
"There is something the evil one wants inside the human pillar. A part of the shrine may be among the packages of countless victims. Everything is just like what happened in reality. The deaths of the victims one after another, and the bloody corpses piled up the remains of those people.
Sin, this is their evidence of guilt!"
Han Fei grasped the bright human edge of the butcher knife of the dead, and stretched his hand towards the human pillar.
The dead people rushed to bite him, their bodies were intertwined, and even the pillars seemed to begin to tilt.
"You who are not even willing to hurt me with the butcher's knife of the afterlife, will you bite me?"
There is no kindness and trust in a skyscraper. The best way to prevent being hurt is to hurt others in advance. In such a deformed and chaotic place, even if the residents discover the secret of the human pillars, their first reaction will be to attack like a great evil.
other side.
But everyone has seen the consequences of this great evil.
The skin that even the gods could not penetrate was easily punctured, and the black blood of the evil almost dyed the stone clothes of the human pillar red.
The more people hurt them, the more they will hurt them. How kind these innocent people who were sacrificed were once, how malicious they will be now to repay the world.
Han Fei should be the only exception over the years. It is difficult for the death knife to cause harm to people who do not kill. It automatically avoids the dead and concentrates its attack on those gaps.
No matter how skilled a swordsman is, there is no way he can cut open the stone garment without damaging the human pillar, but Han Fei did it.
Not only did he not injure the dead man in the human pillar, there was not even any killing intention on the extremely sharp butcher knife of the dead. The sharpest butcher knife in the eyes of evil people was more like a shining galaxy in the eyes of the victims.
I can't help but want to get closer.
Da Ni did not attack the human pillar again, and the others also avoided it. Only Han Fei touched the human pillar with his hand holding the blade.
"Touch the secrets deep in the soul!"
Han Fei didn't know how to help these souls, so he wanted to ask these souls.
Boundless resentment crawled along Han Fei's arms towards his head. It was as if a whirlpool appeared on the black tide and wanted to swallow Han Fei in one bite.
Li Rou walked forward, wanting to help Han Fei, but Ji Zheng stopped her first. He shook his head slightly and handed a photo he took to Li Rou.
In the blurry photo, Han Fei stood in front of countless dead souls, holding the fire he took out from his heart to illuminate the abyss for them.
The souls of the victims in the human pillar ignored any defense. They bit into Han Fei's consciousness and soul, and Han Fei's body was dragged by them and melted into the human pillar bit by bit.
Da Nie circled crazily around the human pillar. It wanted to pull Han Fei out, but it was afraid of tearing Han Fei's body apart.
"You guys stay outside! They want me to see the source of the pain!"
Han Fei is definitely not an impulsive person. The moment he touched the human pillar, he used the secret of touching the depths of the soul. The souls of the victims were imprisoned here, and the gods made them into black cloth to cover the shrine.
Those innocent people come to cover up their dirty and ugly hearts.
The victims' consciousness was very confused and they were unable to send more information to Han Fei. In order to prevent them from being accidentally torn apart, Han Fei was also making a very crazy attempt.
He quietly released the souls gathered in the butcher knife of the past life. Those fellow travelers with the most beautiful character in the world stepped out of the butcher knife and blended into the gaps between the human pillars. While filling the broken hearts of the victims, they opened up a relatively safe path for Han Fei.
the way.
In the blink of an eye, Han Fei's body had been swallowed up by the human pillar, and his body was squeezed by countless stumps, going deeper and deeper under the gaze of the victims.
The human pillar doesn't look big from the outside, but once you enter, it seems like you've entered another space, with corpses and body parts everywhere. It's a real sea of corpses.
With the help of the souls of the deceased, Han Fei slowly sank to the center of the human pillar, where he saw the core of the skyscraper.
It was a statue wrapped in mutilated limbs and corpses. It was also the weirdest statue Han Fei had ever seen.
Half of the one-foot-tall statue is made of stone, and the other half is made of flesh and blood!
This statue looks like a living person. It sits cross-legged, its face is blurred, and it holds two identical flowers in its hands.
"The skyscraper itself is a super large shrine. Did I find the statue of the god that the owner of the garden placed in the shrine?"
The human pillar is the key link between the upper and lower parts of the building. The indigenous people know that this thing was arranged and built by the gods themselves, but no one expected that the gods would hide one of their statues in the human pillar.
Looking at the half-god statue made of flesh and blood, Han Fei clenched the handle of the knife with his fingers and twitched his arm upward little by little.
"It doesn't matter who you are, I'll kill you first!"
Han Fei is very weak, only over level 20, but the Death Slaughter Knife is a D-level special item that can kill even hatred.
How could Han Fei let go of such a good opportunity? His mind was completely dominated by the thought of cutting the statue to pieces.
The blade of the dead blade slid through the flesh and blood, getting closer and closer to the statue, but at this moment, the flesh and blood statue suddenly opened its eyes!
"Is the statue alive?"
For a moment, Han Fei seemed to be covered by ice water, his soul was frozen, and he even forgot to breathe.
He has never seen such a pair of eyes, deep, deep, and dark. The left eye seems to be the night sky, and the right eye seems to be the abyss. It has wiped out all humanity, leaving only a pair of eyes that can see everything.
A petal fell from the hand of the statue, and all the stumps and corpses were instantly dyed red with blood. Han Fei seemed to be completely isolated in a certain space. He couldn't even open the attribute panel. It seemed that this was the real deep world!
With just one look, Han Fei lost all ability to resist, the restless souls were soaked in blood, and there was deathly silence around him.
Han Fei felt that his heart was about to stop beating and his blood seemed to be completely frozen.
Under the gaze of those eyes, everything Han Fei had seemed worth mentioning, and the pure darkness easily swallowed up all his persistence and hope.
Flesh, soul, memory, and the path he had traveled so far were slowly shattered. Han Fei seemed to be sucked into those eyes, sinking into the night, and falling into the abyss.
"Is this the unspeakable power?"
A strong sense of weightlessness came, and Han Fei's mind began to collapse, until the bloody orphanage emerged from the sea of memories, and Han Fei woke up with crazy laughter.
All memories were torn apart, giving him endless chills. On that sea of ice, there was only one scene that was an exception.
The morning sun is rising slowly, and the warm sunshine pierces the dark night, shining on Xinhu, which has just emerged from the dark night.
The memory that Teacher Li Xue gave to Han Fei dispelled the darkness and cold like sunshine, causing all the memories in Han Fei's brain to melt from the freeze.
When Han Fei regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, he was face to face with the flesh and blood statue. The statue's hand wanted to be raised, but it was restrained by black chains filled with crimes!
"Arson case, butterfly case, Feng Shui case, ghost eye case, Fu family's haunted house case...this is Teacher Li Xue's chain!"
The most terrifying night policeman seems to be fighting alone on the top floor against the power left by God, making God unable to distract him!
"It turns out that what I received...is the best gift."
Madness, pain and despair surged out from the bloody orphanage like a torrent, washing away Han Fei's soul. Like a giant wheel crushing ice, he grabbed the butcher knife and slashed directly at the neck of the statue!
The blade of the blade passed by, a petal slowly fell down, and there was a bloodstain on the neck of the statue.
The petals fell to the ground, and a crisp sound came from Han Fei's soul. The bright blade of the dead blade was covered with cracks, and it seemed that it would break in the next second.
After losing two petals, the red color on the flower dimmed a little, and the sea of corpses surged. The deceased struggled in vain, but no resistance could make the statue's gaze waver.
The stumps drowned Han Fei, and the chains filled with guilt dragged the statue into the sea of corpses. The owner of the chains never thought about surviving. His best idea for the future was to be able to drag the statue with him and be buried.
There was a constant roar in his ears, and Han Fei felt like someone was grabbing him from behind, and he escaped from the sea of blood-red corpses!
Corpses fell from the human pillars one after another. Han Fei was lying on the ground. Most of the ghost marks on his body were washed away. The bloody paper man was seriously damaged and he was holding on to his lower back.
The statue dragged Han Fei into the abyss with just one look. This seemed to be an indescribable ability.
"When the song sounded, all the ghosts and monsters who heard the song would be affected, but the ability of the song is too different compared to the garden owner, right?"
Da Ni bit Han Fei's clothes and pulled him back desperately. Ji Zheng and Mr. Mo rushed over to check Han Fei's injuries. They shouted something beside Han Fei, but Han Fei couldn't hear a word.
He has not yet recovered from the unspeakable negative effects, and it will take a long time for his hearing, vision, and sense of smell to recover.
The blood color gradually faded, and Han Fei's eyes slowly focused. He looked at the cracked human pillars and the ceiling above his head that was beginning to break.
Pieces of meat and stone chips fell one after another, and a large hole appeared on the ground on the forty-ninth floor. They saw the scene on the fiftieth floor.
The fifty floors that ordinary residents are not allowed to enter are made up of countless corpses. All corpses are wrapped with red threads and hung with large and small soul bells. There are no living creatures on this floor.
"You did it!" Ji Zheng shook Han Fei's shoulders: "But the area above the 50th floor seems to be different from what we imagined."
"Are you sure you want to go up?" Mr. Mo wrote a few words and pasted them on Han Fei, hoping to help Han Fei with his treatment.
"We have no reason to retreat." Han Fei looked at the handle of the knife in his hand: "By the way, I just saw the gods."
"Have you met him?!"
"Yes, I gave him a knife." Han Fei recalled everything he had just encountered, and he gently stroked the handle of the knife: "Let's go, keep going up!"
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"Bang!"
The corridor door on the twenty-fifth floor of the skyscraper exploded into pieces in an instant. Hundreds of curses turned into ghosts and crawled into the corridor. A woman carrying the head of an evil spirit appeared on the twenty-fifth floor.
"It's his voice calling." The woman watched the forbidden power continue to gather without any thought of retreating.
"I just want to try whether my voice can affect the operation of the building. After all, I have already occupied the seventh floor." The flesh and blood reshaped the dean's body, and the evil soul touched countless threads of fate and appeared quietly in the distance.
The woman was ten meters away.
The woman frowned slightly when she saw the dean's remains, which were made of flesh and blood. She threw away the evil spirit's head and took out a table knife burning with the black fire of hatred.
"It is his lifelong dream to be chopped up by you and put on the table. I can prove to you that that soul with only evil thoughts in his head has fantasized about being eaten by you countless times. I hope you don't mind his distortion.
Abnormal, perverted and fanatical love!" The dean stepped back and pointed to the top floor: "The threads of fate have already been entangled together. Madam, the person you want to find has already gone to find you."
This chapter has been completed!