Looking at the huge cocoon fragments in the bloody sea of flowers, Han Fei had some doubts in his eyes. Something seemed to have broken out of the cocoon in the deepest part of the dead building and completed its transformation.
"The butterfly's strength should still be at the stage of hatred, but the aura emitted by the cocoon fragments is already at an indescribable level."
"This is not a butterfly's cocoon!"
The death force emanating from the cocoons envelopes the Shilou community. It is precisely because of the existence of the death force that this community was named Xilou.
Close to the flower in front of him, the bright petals were still covered with dewdrops of death. Han Fei stood at the door of the elevator holding the butcher knife of death. He himself resisted entering the sea of flowers, but there were two voices in his body.
urging him.
One of them was Da Nie. The Da Nie hidden on Han Fei's arm became completely excited. It seemed that it could no longer control the spikes on its body, causing a large amount of soul poison to penetrate into Han Fei's blood, and became one with the death curse.
group.
The other one was the crazy laughter. Butterfly's death curse shattered something in Han Fei's mind, and the crazy laughter kept echoing in his ears.
"I'll make peace with you now." Han Fei dragged the unconscious boy on the ground and walked out of the elevator.
The shoes stepped on the flowers, as if they were stepping on flesh and blood, and a strong sense of death spread around. Han Fei felt as if he was walking on the bottom of the sea.
"The child in the closet on the seventh floor underground asked me to destroy a heart. This sea of flowers is so big, how can I find that heart?"
The manager will return to his soul at 4:44 in the morning, and Han Fei is planning to destroy the soul-returning ceremony. He has no time to look for a heart.
The wild laughter in his ears made him upset. After taking a few steps, he would turn around and look around. He always felt like there was someone lying behind his head.
"Forget it, let's leave it to Da Ni. Both it and the butterfly emerged from the human chrysalis, so they should be able to sense something."
The scene in front of him reminded Han Fei of the corpse pit underground in the security company, except that the sea of flowers under the death building was almost ten times larger than the corpse pit. At a glance, the dark underground was full of bright red blood flowers.
Lifting Da Nie's hidden arm, Han Fei used Da Nie's instinct to move around in the sea of flowers.
He climbed up a high slope, and when he looked down, Han Fei was stunned and his face became very ugly.
The huge cocoon fragments exposed above the sea of flowers are only a very small part of the entire cocoon! The real broken cocoon is buried under the sea of flowers!
Standing at a high place, you can clearly see that the giant cocoon with countless faces engraved on it is torn open from the middle, and its original appearance can be vaguely seen.
This is a humanoid cocoon. Its broken limbs and head are very similar to those of humans. The huge body directly supports the four dead buildings in the community.
If it were just this, Han Fei might be shocked, but his expression would never change.
Inside the huge body of the broken cocoon, there are children hanging all over it. Their bodies are connected to the roots of the flowers above their heads, and part of their skin has been blurred.
What made Han Fei even more chilly was that the expressions of many children would change from time to time, as if they were having a long nightmare.
"Oh My God……"
Butterfly collected many children's nightmares, and those nightmares contained their emotions and memories, which became fertilizer for the blood flowers.
"Each blood flower corresponds to a child?"
The wild laughter in my ears became more harsh, more miserable, and more crazy.
Han Fei felt as if someone had pushed his body, and he jumped down from a high place while dragging the unconscious child next to him.
Holding the rhizome of the blood flower with his palm, Han Fei looked closely at the human faces on the cocoon and the children hanging inside the cocoon. He now somewhat understood why the chrysalis that the butterfly stuffed into the ghost's body was called a human pupa.
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That thing looks like a bug, but it is actually the dirt in the human heart. If you want to break out of the cocoon, you must absorb all the emotions and memories related to the person.
"How did this cocoon grow to be so big?"
Climbing down, Han Fei grabbed the arms of each child, stepped on their nightmares, and crawled to the bottom of the valley.
Looking up, the abyss where the devil lives is nothing more than this. Blood is everywhere, and the cliffs are covered with children repeating nightmares.
Seeing this, Han Fei couldn't help but think of the mission prompts the system gave him when the Soul Resurrection Night mission was released.
"When I fell to the bottom of the nightmare, the nightmare and the devil stared at me without saying a word. They wondered why I didn't struggle for help? I wondered why they would ask such a question?"
"Isn't every child in this world like me?"
"You have been locked in a cocoon since birth and finally grew wings?"
These few words were related to the current scene, and Han Fei was really shocked.
"The bottom of the nightmare in the prompt is the depth of this cocoon?"
"The butterfly should have come here for some reason, just like the other children hanging next to it, but it is different from those children. It was transformed by the devil and nightmare into a brand new monster."
"This broken cocoon is where the butterfly is born!"
Thinking of this, Han Fei became even more confused. The cocoon had nothing to do with the butterfly. The cocoon had already appeared before the butterfly was born.
So what could crawl out of this cocoon? And who hangs the nightmares of so many children here?
"Butterflies have always wanted to create the same kind..." Han Fei suddenly came up with an idea that made him shudder: "Could it be that the butterfly succeeded a long time ago? The butterfly that is active now is just a scapegoat?"
Staring at the torn cocoon, feeling the strong sense of death on it, it was just a torn body, and the aura it exuded was already more than hatred.
Han Fei wanted to stop and think, but the evil and wild laughter did not let him rest. The soul poison dripped down his arm, and the stinging sound and the sound of the soul poison resistance increasing kept entering his mind.
Continuing down, someone seems to be fighting at the bottom of the giant cocoon, and hatred stirs up the black mist.
Slowly approaching, Han Fei showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw the other person.
"Zhuang Wen?"
After the jumping ghost in Building 1 merged all her consciousness, she directly entered Building 4. She wanted to kill her father.
Han Fei had never seen each other in Building 4, but he didn't expect Zhuang Wen to come here.
Black mist continued to gather around Zhuang Wen, and her place was the center of the whirlpool of black mist.
Zhuang Wen seemed to want to destroy this place, but the black mist suppressed her.
The stronger you are here, the more you will be targeted by the black mist.
But if you think about it carefully, a weak Resentment will be overwhelmed by the will to die before it can reach this point. Han Fei is completely an anomaly, a living person has a great evil, and has received the blessing of a large Resentment.
"A large amount of black mist escaped and trapped the singing voice. Can the remaining will of death suppress an existence that is close to hatred?"
Without Song and Zhuang Wen, Han Fei's chances of death would have been several times greater than now.
Approaching Zhuang Wen, Han Fei originally wanted to see if he could communicate with Zhuang Wen, but when he got closer, he realized that Zhuang Wen was completely dominated by hatred.
Normal hatred level ghosts can completely control the hatred in their hearts, but Zhuang Wen's situation is exactly the opposite. She failed to break through the hatred for the first time, and now the hatred in her body is getting stronger and stronger. If Han Fei continues to move forward, he may also
will be attacked by her.
"Forget it, let's go see what Da Ni wants."
Under the guidance of Da Ni, Han Fei began to walk at the bottom of the nightmare.
Looking at the nightmares of the children on both sides, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and the wild laughter in his ears seemed to have weakened a bit.
He didn't know how long he walked, but Han Fei finally stopped in an inconspicuous corner.
There is no difference between this place and the entire nightmare valley, and no difference can be seen, but the evil one wants to come to this place.
Gently pushing aside the child who was penetrated by the root, Han Fei saw a dilapidated shrine deep in the blood.
"Shrine? Another shrine?"
Han Fei now has some resistance to shrines. The reason why he entered the death building in advance was because he opened the shrine at the entrance of Xingfu Community, which caused the singing to go crazy and chased him all the way to the death building.
"At the bottom of the nightmare valley, deep inside the blood flowers, what kind of god will live in the shrine hidden in the broken cocoon?"
The shrine in front of him was covered with blood flowers and surrounded by the souls of children. Han Fei was a little entangled in his heart. He was really afraid of the shrine, but he wanted to push aside the blood flowers to see what was in the shrine.
It's like seeing an unknown red button in front of you and wanting to press it a few times to try it.
The evil in his arm was completely excited, and blood-red lines spread from his arm to Han Fei's heart. It was constantly urging Han Fei.
"You kid instigates me to commit suicide every day."
Han Fei pushed aside the child's soul and got into this inconspicuous corner.
If it weren't for great evil, no one would have discovered the shrine.
As the distance got closer and closer, Da Nie's reaction became stronger and stronger, and the bloody lines on its body gradually expanded to Han Fei's body, burning Han Fei's skin.
The shrine deep in the cocoon is different from the shrine in Xingfu Community. It seems to be much older, and the black cloth covering the shrine has long rotted.
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei took out his death knife and chopped up the blood flowers outside the shrine. He bent down and looked into the shrine.
"Attention player No. 0000! Failed to light up the shrine! There are different 'gods' hidden behind each shrine. Opening the shrine at will may directly kill you!"
At the same time that the system prompt appeared in his mind, Han Fei also saw what was in the shrine.
It was a broken heart, surrounded by densely packed small blood vessels. Those blood vessels were connected to the roots of flowers, constantly extracting nightmares from the souls of countless children.
This heart exudes a strong stench. It seems to have been dead for a long time, but it still does not stop beating.
"Is it the source of all the death in the entire Death Building?"
Da Ni is very excited. The more excited it is, the closer Han Fei is to death. This is one of its talents.
"Just chop it up?"
Holding the knife of death tightly, Han Fei stared at the broken heart in the shrine, as if he had returned to the flesh and blood factory again.
After the knife was successfully forged, the knife was used to sacrifice the spider's evil heart, and now he wanted to chop it into pieces, a heart closely related to butterflies.
Maybe cutting the evil heart of the spider was something planned by the spider. It seems that only in this way can the Purana Knife appear.
Without hesitation, Han Fei recalled everything he had experienced in the Death Building, the crimes Butterfly had committed, and all the pain and despair the victims had experienced.
Holding the butcher knife with both hands and slowly raising it, he wanted to maximize the characteristics of the butcher knife in the afterlife!
One after another figures appeared behind Han Fei, and they and Han Fei held the handle of the knife.
The bright blade appeared instantly, and beauty, hope, and the most dazzling character in human nature were held in Han Fei's hand, and then everyone slashed downwards together!
The blood flowers withered, the blood vessels like rhizomes were torn off, Han Fei's butcher knife split open the shrine, and fell on the rotten heart!
A knife that had never been seen in the deep world pierced that heart. Almost instantly, Han Fei felt a pair of eyes open inside the shrine. He didn't even see what they were, and his body had already flown far away.
The hands holding the death knife were full of blood, and the chest, cheeks and lower abdomen facing the direction of the shrine were all bloody.
The death knife indeed cut into the heart and broke the black heart scab, but the things in the shrine reacted too quickly.
His arm lost consciousness, and when he turned around to look, Han Fei found that the blood lines on his body had disappeared, and the evil seemed to have left his body.
Looking at the shrine, Da Ni, which was several times smaller than before, was lying on the broken heart. It followed the fresh wound made by Han Fei and began to bite the heart enshrined in the shrine!
The blood vessels connected to the surrounding blood flower rhizomes began to tremble, and the soul of the child hanging on the giant wall of the cocoon swayed and struggled, as if someone who was having a nightmare was about to wake up.
The vibrations continued to spread outward, and the black mist slapped the cocoon fragments like a tsunami.
"That broken heart definitely does not belong to the current manager of the dead building. Who does this thing belong to?"
Han Fei's health was almost empty, and Midnight Butcher's professional talent was triggered. He didn't hesitate for even half a second and retreated faster than before, but it was already too late.
There is great turmoil at the bottom of the entire nightmare valley, and there is a problem with the foundation that has been supporting the dead building!
The small shrine was integrated into the entire cocoon, and a sea of blood flowers rolled inward. Just when Han Fei was about to be crushed alive, a giant red shadow enveloped him.
Han Fei looked to the side with lingering fear. The eyes of Zhuang Wen, the ghost who jumped from the building, were burning with black fire of hatred. The raging fire was burning the soul of a little girl.
The girl seemed to represent the only sanity of the jumping ghost. When the girl could not bear the fire of hatred, that was when Zhuang Wen lost control again.
"Escape up! The road is up!" Han Fei shouted loudly, but Zhuang Wen had no intention of leaving.
This woman, whose eyes were burning with black fire of hatred, seemed to have finally found something to vent her hatred on, and under such circumstances, she began to attack the shrine.