Chapter 330 Kill!
The death curse stained on the red dress spread to the female anchor. She was still holding the woman in the red dress.
The rumors turned into a knife, piercing the scar on the heart of the woman in the red dress. The female anchor was covered in blood after being cut, but she still did not let go.
The incurable terminal disease turned into a poison, seeping into the body of the female anchor bit by bit. Her beautiful face became haggard, her muscles withered like dried flowers, she lost her beauty, lost her She has a healthy body, but she still holds the red skirt.
“Nothing will make me let go.”
"I knew I was terminally ill, but my parents and doctors never told me when I would leave. I was born with despair, and they gave me hope to live every day."
"I want to share this hope with more people and let them all see it!"
The withered bodies merged together, and blood vessels flowed on the red skirt, washing away death. The curse spread out in all directions.
“Even if my life is destined to be miserable, I will weave a bright red dress with blood, walk with my head held high, walk through the night, and embrace the rising sun!”
The blood-red dress is like The most eye-catching flower on the other side, when she blooms, all the red in the world is eclipsed.
The resentment, yin energy, pain and despair in her heart all became subordinates under the skirt, and the death curse was washed away. The red skirt seemed to have broken something in her body, and her body and breath were soaring infinitely.
At this time, the red skirt is constantly approaching the fused Xiaoba, but unlike Xiaoba, she has absolute control over her own resentment!
The red dress was fluttering under the death curse. The woman in the red dress looked at Han Fei, who was attracting the attention of the jumping ghost.
Scenes of brief but unforgettable scenes flashed through my mind. The red skirts scattered on the ground were picked up and pieced together piece by piece, and the walkie-talkie wrapped in it fell from the top floor. The path became farther and farther away. His face is now getting closer and closer.
Why did you leave me there alone?
Wait, I'll pick you up.
You saved us before, now I'm here to help you stop her.
If I am still alive, I hope we can be friends.
"You are clearly in the depths of despair, but you still insist on giving hope to others. You now...are like me before."
Holding the little girl in his arms, Han Fei has already Forced into a desperate situation, as he continued to back up and his back had already touched the wall, a footstep sounded from the other side of the corridor.
When he was about to turn his head to look, the field of vision in his eyes was completely occupied by the red dress.
An unimaginably huge amount of resentment crazily hit the jumping ghost! Almost crushed the jumper's body!
Countless black characters disappeared instantly, and then slowly emerged from the body of the jumping ghost. It seemed that as long as the jumping ghost did not die, the death curse would continue to emerge.
The fusion of the red skirt has been infinitely close to the top resentment. Something has changed in her body. Now she seems to be different from other resentments.
When the ghost who jumped off the building was dragged back, the divorced mother and the needle girl also approached one after another, and there was a vague connection between them and the ghost who jumped off the building.
They can feel that they are in common with each other, but they cannot blend in. It seems that there is a thorn in everyone's heart, hindering everything.
"Why not?" Han Fei looked at the girl in his arms: "Can you make them become themselves again?"
The girl shook her head.
"They regard you as their child, which shows that human nature is very important in their hearts. They also understand this, but there seems to be some problems." Han Fei frowned: "Zhuang Wen's The child is dead. In reality, the baby's body is buried in On the balcony. If the girl in front of them is regarded as their own child, then who is buried in the balcony of 1244?"
Han Fei discovered the key point when he was playing the dead building game before. The same is true, as long as the corpse on the balcony is dug up, he will die violently.
While Hongqun tried her best to delay, Han Fei took the little girl and ran to the top floor again.
The door of room 1244 had been destroyed by the jumper. Han Fei stepped on the talismans on the floor and ran directly to the balcony.
Pushing open the balcony door, you can see sticky blood and scratches everywhere.
Han Fei took out the death knife and pried open the floor tiles covered in thick blood with his companions.
A wooden box covered with talisman paper appeared in front of Han Fei. The box was exactly the same as in reality. Just looking at the box, he even had the feeling that he had returned to reality. illusion.
Carefully taking out the box, Han Fei tore off the talisman paper and slowly opened it. The scene in front of him left Han Fei speechless.
There is a baby's body in a wooden box covered with talisman paper. It is covered with butterfly patterns and densely written with black and red death curses. In addition to these, its heart is inserted into There is a broken butterfly wing, and all the patterns and death curses spread from that wing.
"This is the source of Zhuang Wen's pain and hatred. Doesn't the butterfly even let go of the dead baby?"
The baby is already gone, and the box contains only a human body. To warm the body of a butterfly wing.
“Perhaps by destroying it, Zhuang Wen’s body can be fused together.”
Holding the death knife, Han Fei looked at the little girl next to him. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do. He had no choice now.
"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly stood in front of the corpse. She grabbed the wooden box: "I want them to take a look, and they will understand."
Girl representative With Zhuang Wen's remaining humanity, she hugged the wooden box and ran out of the house without waiting for Han Fei to speak.
When the talismans on the wooden box were torn apart, there was already a slight connection between the jumping ghost and several memories.
Back downstairs, the little girl ignored Han Fei's obstruction and ran towards the crazy jumper with the box in her arms.
"Give me back my child!"
"Your child is dead." The girl stumbled and ran among the blood, much like her young self struggling to live in the exorcist's house: "It It's here, it's dead, and there's no way it can come back!"
The little girl's words attracted the jumper's attention. When the jumper looked at her, she grabbed it directly from the wooden box! That baby corpse.
"Don't be crazy about it anymore. It definitely doesn't want its mother to go crazy because of it! You should understand, because you thought so too when you were a child!"
Zhuang Wen's Her mother was bewitched by a ghost and used her as a bargaining chip, taking her to live in an exorcism home.
The girl kept saying those words, and the syringe girl and the divorced mother slowly calmed down, but the jumper not only did not calm down, but became even more crazy!
She keeps repeating death and killing in her mouth. She still wants to kill everything she sees. She wants to drag all happy people to fall from tall buildings.
"If you touch me, you will die! You will die!"
The death curse on the jumping ghost is getting stronger and stronger. She refuses to merge with other memories, and even looks into the eyes of other memories. It also contains murderous intent!
"You can't convince her." Han Fei walked to the little girl.
"If we can't fuse the memories after you destroy the baby's body, then she will follow you forever and hunt you down." The little girl made a difficult decision. She reached out to Han Fei and said, "Give me the knife. Let me chop this body into pieces."
Looked at the little girl in surprise, but Han Fei did not hand over his knife. Since he took the little girl out of Room 1244, the system had prompted him to jump off the building. The ghost will never die.
"I'll do it." Shaking his head, Han Fei raised the death knife: "You can't hold my knife." (End of Chapter)