There are twenty-four floors in the dead building, and the old ghost lives on the twenty-third floor. He is the ghost closest to the top floor and the ghost who has existed the longest in the building.
The owner of the building has never seen him murder or go crazy. This old ghost has always lived in his house and has a good temper. Even if someone enters room 4234 by mistake, he will be pushed out by an inexplicable force.
If the twenty-fourth floor is the most dangerous floor in the building, then the twenty-third floor can be considered the safest floor in the building.
Everyone knows that the old ghost exists, but just like the male students who were saved by the fireflies, they don't really feel how scary the old ghost is.
After enduring it for countless years, the old ghost met the evil spirit.
His only blood relative was summoned into the dead building, and the last trace of blood in the world was taken over by the evil soul and forcibly fused.
If he doesn't want to die, then he has no choice but to cooperate with the evil soul.
At first, the old ghost was just looking for opportunities, trying to peel off the evil soul, but as the contact deepened, he gradually found that the evil soul was more adaptable to the dead building than he was.
Rather than that useless grandson, he hoped that his blood relative would be the spirit of evil.
Feiyang looks domineering and lawless, but in fact he is thoughtful and decisive. All his seemingly crazy behaviors are controlled by an absolutely cold reason.
It can be said that such a person is born for the deep world. If the evil soul can stay in his grandson, then maybe the blood curse that plagues the old ghost family can one day be lifted.
In the endless darkness, the old ghost saw a glimmer of hope brought by the extremely evil soul, so he decided to cooperate with the other party and use all his strength to seize this opportunity to escape.
Black and red blood spots appeared under his skinny skin, and the death curses were forced out of his body one by one. The "heart" that had been sleeping for countless years in the old ghost's chest began to beat again!
Pieces of blood scabs stained with curses fell off, the black heart burst out with unimaginable terrifying Yin Qi, and the blood of generations of ancestors instantly flowed throughout the body!
The faces on the back screamed, the old ghost's hanging hair was slowly dyed red with blood, his shriveled body expanded rapidly, and the deep wrinkles were smoothed away bit by bit.
Countless words of death drilled into the old ghost's body were forced out, and his black heart began to bleed out while beating continuously.
When the first drop of blood slipped out, a crack appeared in the black heart, and a hatred that had been suppressed for countless years burst out from it!
Generations of ancestors have no peace after death and all turn into monsters. How can we forget the hatred of annihilating the family?
His hands that had swelled several times tore off the wooden boards on the window. The old ghost finally stopped hiding his hatred and became the first person in the dead building to challenge the manager.
With his eyes completely red, the old ghost smashed the window blocked by the administrator. He looked at the surging gray fog, without any hesitation, and stepped out of the dead building with blood all over his body!
The moment he left the death building, the faces on the old ghost's back began to scream in pain, and densely packed words of death appeared on the faces of future generations.
The death curse planted by the manager on the old ghost has been triggered. He may die if he leaves the death building!
The bloody hatred in the black heart spread throughout the body, and the gray mist could not stop the old ghost from leaving. At this time, wisps of black mist floated from near the singing.
"What are you still hesitating about? Give me all your hatred!"
All the cheeks on the old ghost's back were distorted, but only one face not only did not collapse due to pain, but instead had an evil light in its eyes and a ferocious roar!
The surface of the black heart was completely shattered, and the old ghost's deepest hatred was like a flame, directly igniting his own blood.
The old ghost's blood exploded in the gray mist, like red fireworks falling into the deep black sea!
The old ghost's arms with the word "death" written on them forcefully tore through the lingering fog outside the building. When most of the dead people were attracted by the singing, he penetrated the weakest point of the dead building.
A gap appeared in the mist, and it seemed that the old ghosts who had been trapped in the Dead Building for generations would be free as long as they walked out of the gap in the mist.
These countless fantasy scenes became reality. The old ghost endured the pain all around him, fought with hatred, and dragged his body towards the gap.
Before the fog closed again, he could definitely leave at his speed, but just when he was one step away from the gap, the old ghost suddenly stopped.
In the old ghost's blood-red heart, in the deepest part of the old ghost's hatred, there is a cocoon filled with the word "death" that slowly cracks open.
It may be that it broke out of the cocoon early because it was too late. The butterfly in the cocoon was deformed and ugly. Its incomplete wings were engraved with the faces of all the descendants of the old ghost. It was born out of the hatred of the old ghost's family and the relationship with the old ghost.
All the descendants are connected by blood, and it seems that as long as it flaps its wings, the old ghost's descendants will die.
The death curse on the body is only a visible shackle, but the death curse in the heart is the reason why Butterfly lets the old ghost go.
"Old guy, don't you know that your heart has been manipulated? Someone wants to use you and all your descendants to support a reptile!"
The butterfly had deceived the old ghost from the very beginning. That creature, which was worse than a beast, would never keep threats by its side. Since it chose to keep the old ghost, it must mean that the old ghost was of some use to it.
Blood and tears flowed from both eyes, and the old ghost's eyes were red.
The evil spirit controlled the old ghost's arm, and he wanted to take away the hateful heart.
No one expected this crazy move. When his finger was close to the heart, the butterfly's deformed wings flapped downwards. The old ghost's back instantly became bloody and fleshy, and the faces became deformed and ugly, as if they were dying at any time.
It may break.
If the heart is removed, the old ghost's soul will be scattered, and all the descendants deeply fused with the old ghost will die, but the evil souls that are not deeply fused will not necessarily die.
At this time, the exit is just ahead, and the evil soul has every chance to escape from the dead building community alone and get rid of the current predicament.
The hand stained with curses came close to the heart, but hovered above it. The evil soul hesitated for a moment, but finally did not fall.
"I can't help it, I am indeed a good person!"
The exit is slowly shrinking, and the evil soul's sinister eyes are staring at the deformed butterfly in the old ghost's heart: "The real curse has always been in your heart. Your deepest secret has long been seen through by the manager. Your poor company
I almost want to sympathize with you. But it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a curse, there must be a way to remove it, such as killing the person who cast the curse.”
The evil soul spoke unscrupulously, as if he had never known fear: "You wanted to escape before, but they didn't give you a way to survive, so you understand what to do now, right?"
Standing one step away from the exit, but unable to escape.
Faced with such a desperate scene, there was no trace of discouragement on the Evil Soul's face. He seemed to have guessed the outcome a long time ago, but at this time, his eyes were filled with even more crazy murderous intent.
"I've told you a long time ago that power needs to be used to be meaningful. Since the manager has no intention of letting you live, there is no need for you to worry about anything anymore."
The voice of the evil soul echoed in the gray fog, penetrating the soul.
"Kill! Let's go on a killing spree!" He shouted hysterically: "Use everything left by the manager to strengthen yourself! As long as we kill enough, we will be the death curse that no one in this building can break!"