Chapter 388 Who is whose trump card?
“All the death intentions underground in the dead building come from that cocoon?”
The death intentions that have been rotting underground for countless years were completely attracted by the butterfly. The black mist formed entirely by the will of death engulfed everyone present. The strong will of death impacted every soul, etching the deepest despair in everyone's heart.
The nightmare flows in the black blood vessels, they are densely intertwined, and the huge cocoon is like a sea monster emerging from the deep water.
“Is that Butterfly’s trump card? Is he the real back-up man who dares to confront the indescribable?”
The foundation of the dead building was taken out by the butterfly. When the giant cocoon of flesh and blood emerged, the wardrobe world was completely shattered and completely merged with the deep world.
The bloody clothes hanging in the wardrobe world have turned into lonely souls covered in blood. They have long lost their consciousness. They still exist, but they seem to be just a piece of clothing that can Clothes worn casually.
The monsters in the wardrobe world turned into nourishment for the butterflies, and all the wardrobes were shattered by the death curse. The butterflies used their power to repair the cracks in the wardrobe behind them.
The scars caused by the old ghost with all his strength are healing quickly, and the butterfly's legs are slowly coming out of the deformed flesh. Coupled with the shock caused by the giant cocoon, everyone present is distraught. Dare to act rashly.
Maybe the butterfly didn't lie and everything was under its control.
As the manager of the dead building, it knows every plant and tree here. All the ghosts and monsters are puppets in its hands. How can the puppet resist its master?
Allowing death to permeate his body, Butterfly's handsome face regained its composure.
“Everything must be back on track!”
Its empty chest was aimed at the giant cocoon, and it murmured in its mouth, calling out an unfamiliar name.
Countless blood vessels dragged the giant cocoon out of the depths of the ground. Everyone could feel the terrifying aura coming from the giant cocoon. The aura was mixed with the will of death, far exceeding the hatred. This feeling of horror is indescribable!
"The future you saw in your nightmare is just a nightmare after all."
Butterfly said this to the giant cocoon, with a twisted smile on his face that could be described as coquettish. , and then his slender hands stabbed into the giant cocoon.
The blood vessels flowing with nightmares slowly open like petals. Flowers containing countless children’s nightmares bloom in the deep world. The most terrifying thing in the entire dead building is about to appear!
No one felt scared and nervous, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the giant cocoon.
The spirit of death drifted away, and the dark black blood vessels several meters long were just veins on the branches and leaves. The real blood flowers were hidden in the center of the giant cocoon.
When that red color appeared, everyone's eyes changed, including the butterfly.
The giant red shadow stood up in the deepest part of the cocoon of blood vessels. Her whole body was burning with hatred and death. In front of the giant red shadow, a man held a knife in one hand and half-crouched where the gods lived. On the shrine, he stared coldly at everything around him.
"Han Fei?"
After seeing that figure, everyone had different reactions.
Everyone in Xingfu Community recognized Han Fei almost instantly. They were stunned and subconsciously began to approach Han Fei. There was nothing to be afraid of, because they were the ones standing there. The building manager.
The death curse was activated, and the old ghost, who had little time left, also saw Han Fei. There was a trace of confusion in the evil soul's evil eyes.
Through Butterfly's previous words, he knew that he had been divided into souls. After communicating with the old ghost, he also understood that a person's soul would be divided into different souls based on memory, some good souls and some evil souls.
Looking at the madman trampling the shrine with a living body, the evil soul narrowed his eyes slightly. He repeatedly compared the two people and finally came to a conclusion: "Is that my evil soul? ? It’s really crazy!”
Hearing the laughter of the evil soul, terrifying scars similar to corpse stains appeared on Butterfly’s handsome face, and the coldness in its eyes made the temperature of the dead building begin to drop.
No living person can enter the bottom floor of the Dead Tower, and no one knows the location of the shrine except himself.
How did he resist the death intention in the deepest part of the Death Tower? Why did nothing happen to him when he was hit by the death curse? Normally, after losing his childhood and good and evil, his memory should slowly become blank, but it doesn't seem to affect him at all? How did the loser who failed to break through the hatred in Building No. 1 get involved with him? Why do all ghosts like to be with this ugly thing!
The butterfly has too many doubts in its heart. It has planned everything and spent several years to move from the human world to the underworld. But in just a few weeks, an ordinary person stood in front of it. On the shrine prepared for yourself!
The torn chest is longing for something, and the depth of the soul is like a knife cutting flesh and blood bit by bit. There are more and more corpse spots on the butterfly's face. It has not felt this emotion for a long time.
"When I become you, I will let you kill everyone who cares about you with your own hands, and let you live in pain and despair forever!"
The torn chest surged. Boundless hatred can be clearly felt, and the hatred in Butterfly far exceeds that of the old ghost and the ghost who jumped off the building.
Blood vessels stretched towards the shrine. When the giant cocoon was dragged towards the butterfly, the shrine wrapped in layers of blood flowers was exposed to everyone's eyes. Everyone saw the incomplete heart in the shrine and the laborious work. The evil that gnaws at that heart!
If Han Fei was half-crouching on the shrine prepared by Butterfly for himself, it was still acceptable, but the heart in the shrine was being bitten by a ferocious and ugly insect, which had completely penetrated it. Butterfly bottom line!
Corpse spots are constantly appearing on the flawless skin. The shape of the corpse spots is very similar to the bite marks on the human heart.
As the manager of the dead building, Butterfly has been able to perfectly hide its emotions and not be disturbed by anything outside, until today it met Han Fei.
With the movement of his hand, the dark blue hatred contained a night sky belonging to butterflies, pointing in the direction of Han Fei!
The unspeakable breath of terror crawls rapidly along the blood vessels on the ground. The hatred of the butterfly constitutes its own night sky, and the human nature it imprisoned and toyed with is the starlight in the middle of the night.
Countless dark butterflies are flying in the night sky. If you look closely, you will see that the densely packed wings are full of the most desperate expressions of people when they die.
Those butterflies formed a nightmare and flew directly towards where Han Fei was.
Zhuang Wen's hatred could not stop all the butterflies. Even she was shrouded in the dark night of butterflies. The distance was too close and it seemed that no one could save Han Fei.
A weak flame lit up on the shrine, and curls of smoke floated in the air. Han Fei stepped on the shrine, stood up straight, and flicked off the ashes.
When the last cigarette was lit, heartbreaking singing sounded outside the building. (End of this chapter)