All the luck a person encounters may be due to his unintentional kindness to others.
Han Fei was able to be protected by Zhuang Wen at this time entirely because he helped Zhuang Wen get rid of Butterfly's control in Building 1.
Even though she was burned by hatred, Zhuang Wen still saved Han Fei's life unconsciously. However, there was no deeper relationship between the two, and Han Fei could not influence Zhuang Wen through his words.
Now it was a critical moment, but Zhuang Wen did not think about escaping. Instead, she gathered all the hatred in her body and aimed at the shrine and smashed it hard!
Blood flowed from the dilapidated shrine, and the ancient blood stains gave off a strong stench. Each blood vessel was broken, and countless blood flowers withered in the air.
There is a very terrifying power awakening in the shrine. It seems to be integrated with the entire cocoon fragment, and can mobilize everything in this sea of blood flowers and the bottom of the nightmare valley.
Densely packed blood vessels intertwined into a huge network from deep within the sea of flowers, with the shrine as the center.
Layers upon layers, Zhuang Wen and Han Fei were all wrapped up inside.
Under Zhuang Wen's constant attacks, cracks appeared on the surface of the shrine. A ghost close to hatred could not completely destroy the shrine. This also gave Han Fei a new understanding of the unspeakable existence.
However, Zhuang Wen's attack was not completely without impact. At least she created a very good eating environment for Da Nie.
The great evil lying on that heart seemed to have eaten part of it, and it drank the blood flowing from the heart into its own belly.
You must know that in order to support the heart in the shrine, countless children's nightmares and souls are hung on the inner wall of the giant cocoon. Every drop of blood in that heart contains the deepest fears and nightmares.
"Da Nie may have sensed this thing when he entered the Death Building. It had been hiding in my arm just to prevent it from being discovered. It wasn't until I got close to the shrine that it suddenly ran out of my body.
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Da Ni regards Han Fei as his own clothes. This pet looks honest and honest, but is actually much more cunning than its owner imagined.
"Butterflies and Da Nie both seem to crawl out of human pupae, but the butterfly is more inclined to the human side, while Da Nie is more inclined to the non-human side. They have the same origin, the pursuit and desire for certain things.
It should be similar."
The situation was out of Han Fei's control. All he could do was open the inventory and eat the remaining pig heart that Xu Qin gave him.
In healing games, you can recover your physical strength so quickly.
Inside the shrine, evil is gnawing at the heart, and outside the shrine, Zhuang Wen is attacking crazily. The black mist that spreads around has gone violently, and a large number of cracks appear on the floors above the head, with roots piercing into the dead building like blood vessels.
In the past, it was the heart in the shrine that maintained the Death Tower, but now it in turn begins to absorb something from the Death Tower.
After being hurt, the ineffability represented by the shrine opened his eyes.
The underground floors collapsed and cracked layer by layer, and the black mist was like air waves and whirlpools. Driven by a certain force, the shrine was lifted up step by step from the deepest part of the underground.
The "god" sleeping deep in the depths of death seems to be coming to light again.
A strange voice appeared in the heart of the nightmare, saying words that no one could understand, and the dead heart started beating again in the shrine!
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At the same time that something happened in the deepest part of the underground building, the sound of the soul bell shaking came from Room 4244 on the top floor of Building 4.
This sound seemed to herald something. At first, the soul bell only rang at the door of room 4244, then all the rooms on the top floor rang, and slowly the soul bell rang throughout the entire building.
"Grandma, it's not even four forty-four yet, and I still want to spend more time with you."
Next to the ordinary dining table, there was a little girl with a ponytail sitting. She had a chubby face and a pretty smile.
"Grandma also wants to stay with you for a while, but the time has come." An old lady left the wooden dining table and entered the kitchen. When she came out, she already had a kitchen knife in her hand.
"Thank you for staying with me for so long."
The old man looked kindly at the little girl sitting next to the dining table. The girl was holding a spoon in one hand and protecting the soup bowl in front of her with the other hand. There were dumplings wrapped in white paper in the bowl.
The girl always had a smile on her face. She seemed to be used to acting coquettishly with the old man. When the old man raised the kitchen knife, she was still smiling.
The raised arm fell over the girl's head, and the kitchen knife cut through the girl's skin without a drop of blood flowing out. The girl laughed, and her body was broken like paper. Only a fragment of a family portrait was left on the chair.
"Honey, it's your turn." The old lady looked at the old man sitting on the other side of her. The man was unsmiling, but he looked at the old lady with rare tenderness in his eyes.
With the same slash, the old man's body was shattered like pieces of paper.
The old lady's cloudy eyes were a little moist, but she had to do these things.
He turned his head and looked at the family members sitting at the table.
Four generations were supposed to be living under one roof, enjoying themselves harmoniously, but now except for myself, everyone sitting around the dining table were paper figures.
Everything is because of that child, because of that child who should have died.
"We are the ones who committed the crime, and we are being punished."
The old lady held back the tears in her eyes and used a kitchen knife to split the bodies of each family member. She picked up the remaining fragments of the family portrait in each person's body, put them together, and then looked at the chair at the end of the dining table.
The chair was lower than the normal chairs and seemed to be newly added. It seemed that no one had ever sat in the chair before, it was just a decoration.
"I never saw you at the family banquet before my death. Now, you are the only one left at the family banquet."
Picking up the chair at the end of the dining table, the old lady came to the center of the living room. She looked at the shrine she had built and placed the assembled family portrait in front of the shrine.
The lit candles were blown out, and the items on the tribute table did not change at all on the outside, but they seemed to be rotting, emitting a stink from the inside out.
The lights in the room flickered a few times and then went out completely. The old lady silently placed the chair that had never been sat on in front of the shrine.
Picking up the soul bell and shaking it constantly, the old man muttered something. She opened all the doors in the house and cut off all the red ropes tied around the house.
The originally ordinary room suddenly became strange. The cold wind blew the pieces of paper figures on the ground, and those paper figures whose faces could only smile began to cry.
There was a slight sound from the door and window, and along with the creaking sound, the divine door in the shrine began to tremble slightly, and there seemed to be some changes in the assembled family portrait.
There are four generations in the grandmother's family, and in the photo where many people were crowded together, a deformed figure quietly emerged.
It was not originally in the photo, but its appearance was not abrupt, as if it was a member of the family and it should have been there.
"In the month of Renchen, on the day of Renchen, and at the time of Yin, it is appropriate to bury the person, and avoid paying tribute to the gods."
The old lady shook the soul bell, and her own body was broken bit by bit, but her body was wrapped with red ropes, and those red ropes firmly held her flesh, blood, and soul in place, preventing her body from disintegrating.
He chanted the soul-calling ballads with all his strength. As the old man's suppressed voice came from room 4244, the entire dead building resounded with mournful music.
The soul-inducing ladders hung on the doors of every household were all broken, paper money was flying, and death was surging.
At the darkest moment before dawn, the divine door of the shrine in room 4244 slowly opened!
The family photo placed in front of the shrine disappeared into the shrine. The deformed figure in the family photo seemed to be the only photo left by the manager of the dead building.
The soul-calling song in her mouth became more and more urgent as she chanted it. The old lady's back was hunched and she shook the soul bell in her hand desperately.
Slowly, the shrine in room 4244 changed, and seemed to be connected with the underground shrine.
The black blood vessels started from the shrine in room 4244 and spread crazily in the walls of the dead building, and all the death curses hidden in the bodies of all residents broke out.
Fear, pain and despair made them begin to recall that terrifying figure in their hearts.
All the wardrobes in the dead building community began to ooze blood, and the passage between nightmares and the deep world was slowly being opened. The fear of all residents was the bridge between nightmares and the deep world.
Desperate screams echoed one after another in the death building, and the stench from the depths of the soul permeated every corner of the death building.
The black blood vessels that penetrated the wall carried boundless hatred and pressed toward the bottom of the dead building. The rhizome-like blood vessels under the dead building carried the intention of death and surged upward. The two sides finally met on the fourth floor of the dead building.
The blood vessels are connected together, and when hatred and death are about to merge, a harsh song suddenly bursts out, making all the residents in the building feel a new fear!
The will to die that was originally going to be blended with hatred was grabbed by the singing, and this ineffable existence was completely furious. Nothing can come in front of the ineffable, and it can come and leave whenever it wants.
A ferocious crack appeared on the fourth floor of Building 4. Room 4044 was the center where death and hatred gathered. The bloody door where the headless door god once stayed was torn apart.
The stairs in the dead building are tilting, but no matter how loud the noise was before, the wardrobe in the dead building was not affected.
But as the door of Room 4044 shattered, cracks spread into Room 4044. The wardrobes that were originally standing next to the wall also had problems. The turmoil in the deep world has affected the wardrobe world.
The world of the wardrobe with pieces of red clothes hanging there began to tremble, blood-red cracks appeared on the ground like scars, and above the head, monsters hiding in the red clothes fled in all directions.
Under the influence of a large number of cracks, the boundaries of the wardrobe world began to break and gradually merged with the deep world.
The wardrobe world originally existed between the nightmare and the real world, but now it feels like it is being completely dragged into the deep world.
What's even worse is that at this moment, in the center of the wardrobe world, an extremely huge old ghost is frantically attacking the wardrobe door in the center of the world. His eyes are burning with black fire of hatred, and his body is full of evil.
The seemingly ordinary wardrobe withstood all the attacks from the old ghost, until the cracks in the dead building began to spread in the wardrobe world, and the wardrobe standing at the center of the world finally appeared damaged.
"This wardrobe is the core cursed object, and it is the reason why this wardrobe nightmare world exists. If I can't get such a good thing, I must destroy it as soon as possible!"
With unbridled laughter mixed with hatred, the old ghost now looks like an out-of-control lunatic.
The small cracks on the wardrobe slowly expanded, and the changes seemed to spread further.
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Huanhai Mansion is the home where Huang Ying lived when he was a child. It is located in the best part of the old city. All his beautiful memories are sealed here.
"Snapped!"
The bowls and chopsticks fell to the floor, and the cooked food was splashed everywhere. A woman wearing an apron was standing in front of the bedroom closet.
She is not tall, has a slim build, and has a gentle appearance. She has been teaching and educating people for many years, which gives her a bookish air.
The woman in front of him looked exactly like Huang Ying's mother, but Huang Ying, who was locked in the closet, could be sure that no matter how much she pretended to look like her, she was not his mother.
Picking up the pieces of the greasy rice bowl on the ground, the woman squatted in front of the closet. She stared at Huang Ying, who was locked in the closet like a dog, and the hatred gradually emerged in her eyes.
"Do you only know this?" The scarred Huang Ying raised his head. After being killed countless times by his "mother" in different ways, he gradually understood a truth.
At first, he thought that being killed by his mother would relieve his inner guilt for her. For this reason, he even took the initiative to seek death, which made Butterfly even doubtful for a while.
But later, as the number of deaths increased, Huang Ying found that even if he died ten thousand times now, he could no longer reduce his guilt for his mother.
Once something happens, it will always exist in the mind. Even if it is repeated many times in nightmares, the reality will not change.
When her mother saved her, she probably would not have wanted to burden herself with a lifetime of self-blame and pain.
Being able to live happily and seriously may be the best reward for her.
Huang Ying, who was imprisoned in the closet and dying, had a faint smile on his face in this situation. He had rarely smiled like this.
His eyes no longer dodge, he stared at the face that was almost identical to his mother's, and the self-blame in his eyes had been replaced by compassion.
"My mother would never do these things to me, but your parents really did these things to you. You are so pitiful, but I don't sympathize with you."
Huang Ying's words touched Butterfly's pain point, but he didn't care at all: "You tortured me in so many different ways, is it because your parents have treated you like this? They raised you like a beast, so you
Will you become like an animal?"
"What a poor guy, he doesn't even have a bit of humanity. Compared with you, I'm so happy, because even if I die, I have been loved by others. You will never experience that feeling, because there is no
People will love you, but you don’t deserve anyone’s love, hahahaha!”
Huang Ying, who was covered in bruises in the closet, laughed at the butterfly. The face of the woman standing in front of the closet was distorted, and the entire nightmare was compressed inward, as if it was about to burst Huang Ying's soul.
But at this moment, the woman transformed from the butterfly suddenly felt something abnormal. She lowered her head and looked at her chest. A crack appeared at the position of her heart, and the crack was slowly expanding!
Frowning, she looked at the watch on the wall. Among all the nightmares Huang Ying had experienced, there was a watch hanging on it. The time on that watch now was four o'clock sharp.
It was obvious that the appointed time had not come yet, but there was already something wrong with her body, and the woman could no longer maintain her body. She threw Huang Ying out of the closet and entered it herself.
She seemed very anxious, as if she would not be able to go back if she didn't.
