My Iyashikei Game

"All the death in the dead building comes from that cocoon?"

The death intent, which had been rotting underground for an unknown number of years, was completely driven by the butterfly, and the black mist completely formed by the death intent engulfed everyone present. heart.

Nightmares flowed in the black blood vessels, they were densely intertwined, and the huge cocoon was like a sea monster emerging from deep water.

"That's Butterfly's trump card? Is he the real back-hand who dares to confront Unspeakable?"

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 it was completely integrated with the deep world.

The bloody clothes hanging in the wardrobe world have become lonely souls covered in blood. They have long lost their consciousness and still exist, but they seem to be just a piece of clothing that can be worn at will. clothing.

The monsters in the wardrobe world turned into nourishment for the butterflies, all the wardrobes were shattered by the death curse, and the butterflies were using their power to repair the cracks on the wardrobe behind them.

The scars that the old ghost made with all his strength are healing fast, and the butterfly's legs are slowly coming out of the deformed flesh and blood. Coupled with the shock brought by the giant cocoon, everyone present did not dare to act rashly.

Maybe the butterfly is not lying, everything is under its control.

As the manager of the dead building, he knows everything here like the back of his hand. All the ghosts and monsters are marionettes in his hands. How can the puppets resist the master?

Allowing death to soak through the body, Butterfly's handsome face regained its calm.

"Everything has to get back on track!"

Its empty chest was aimed at the giant cocoon, and it murmured and called out an unfamiliar name.

Countless blood vessels drag the giant cocoon out from the depths of the ground, and everyone can feel the terrifying aura emanating from the giant cocoon. The aura and death are mixed together, far exceeding hatred. The terrifying feeling is indescribable. !

"The future you see in your nightmare is just a nightmare after all."

Butterfly said these words to the giant cocoon, and a twisted smile appeared 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 opened like petals, and the flowers containing countless children's nightmares bloomed in the deep world. The most terrifying thing in the entire dead building is about to appear!

No one is not afraid and nervous, and all eyes are fixed on the center of the giant cocoon.

Death drifted away, the deep black blood vessels several meters long were just veins on the branches and leaves, and the real blood flower was hidden in the very center of the giant cocoon.

When that smear of red appeared, everyone's eyes, including the butterfly, changed.

The red giant figure stood up in the deepest part of the cocoon of blood vessels, her whole body was burning with hatred and death, and in front of the red giant figure, a man holding a knife in one hand, half-squatting on the shrine where the gods lived, the cold Look at everything around you.

"Han Fei?"

After seeing the figure, everyone's reaction was different.

Everyone in Xingfu Community recognized Han Fei almost instantly. While they were stunned, they subconsciously began to approach Han Fei's place. There was nothing to be afraid of, because it was their building manager standing there.

The death curse was activated, and the old ghost who had little time left also saw Han Fei, and there was a hint of confusion in the evil spirit's eyes full of evil.

Through Butterfly's previous words, he knew that he was divided into souls. After communicating with the old ghost, he also understood that a person's soul can be divided into different souls according to memory, some are good souls, some are evil souls.

Looking at the madman who trampled on the shrine with the body of a living person, the evil spirit narrowed his eyes slightly. He repeatedly compared the two, and finally came to a conclusion: "Is that my evil spirit? It's crazy enough!"

Hearing the laughter of Soul of Evil, Butterfly Junmei's face appeared scary scars similar to corpse spots, and the chill in its eyes caused the temperature of the dead building to drop.

No living person can enter the bottom floor of the dead building, and no one except himself knows the location of the shrine.

How did he resist the death intent in the deepest part of the dead building? Why does he have nothing to do with the death curse? Normally, after losing childhood and good and evil, his memory should gradually become blank, but he seems to have no influence at all? How did the trash who failed to break through hatred in Building 1 get involved with him? How all ghosts like to be with this ugly thing!

Butterfly has too many doubts in its heart. It planned everything and spent several years from the human world to the underworld, but in just a few weeks, an ordinary person stood on the shrine it prepared for itself. !

The torn chest is longing for something, the deep part of the soul is like a knife cutting the flesh little by little, the corpse spots on the butterfly's face are getting more and more, it has not felt this emotion for a long time.

"When I become you, I will let you kill all those who care about you with your own hands, and let you live in pain and despair forever!"

There was boundless hatred in the torn chest, and it could be clearly felt that the hatred on Butterfly far exceeded that of the old ghost and the ghost who jumped from the building.

The blood vessels stretched to the shrine. When the giant cocoon was dragged and moved towards the butterfly, the shrine wrapped in layers of blood flowers was exposed to everyone's eyes. The big evil biting that heart!

If Han Fei is half-squatting on the shrine prepared by the butterfly for himself, it is barely acceptable, then the heart in the shrine is being bitten by a hideous and ugly insect, which has completely penetrated the bottom line of the butterfly!

Corpse spots continued to appear on the flawless skin, and the shape of those corpse spots was very similar to the bite marks on people's hearts.

As the manager of the dead building, Butterfly has long been able to hide its emotions perfectly and not be disturbed by any external things, until today it met Han Fei.

The hand moved, and the dark blue hatred contained a night sky belonging to a butterfly, which pointed in the direction of Han Fei!

The unspeakable terrifying aura crawls along the blood vessels on the ground, the hatred of the butterfly constitutes its own night sky, and the human nature that it imprisons and plays with is the starlight in the middle of the night.

There are countless dark butterflies flying in this night sky. Looking closely, 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 couldn't stop all the butterflies, and even she herself was shrouded in the butterfly night. The distance was too close, and it seemed that no one could save Han Fei.

A faint flame lit up on the shrine, and curls of smoke drifted into the air. Han Fei stepped on the shrine, stood up straight, and flicked the soot lightly.

When the last cigarette was lit, a heart-wrenching singing sounded outside the building.