My Iyashikei Game Chapter 387: Who is whose trump card
"All the meaning of death in the underground of the dead building comes from that cocoon?"
decayed underground I don’t know how many years of death was completely inspired by the butterfly. The black mist formed entirely by death engulfed everyone present, and the strong death was impacting every soul, engraving the deepest despair on each In a person's heart.
The nightmare flows in the black blood vessels. They are densely intertwined. The huge cocoon is like a sea monster emerging from deep water.
"That's the butterfly's hole card? Is he the real back hand that dares to confront the unspeakable?"
The foundation of the dead building was taken out by the butterfly. When the cocoon of flesh and blood emerged, the wardrobe world was completely broken and completely integrated with the deep world.
The blood suits hung in the wardrobe world have become lone souls covered with blood. They have long lost their consciousness, and they obviously still exist, but they seem to be just a thing that can be casually taken by others. Wear away clothes.
The monsters in the closet world turned into the nourishment of butterflies. All the closets were broken in the death curse. The butterflies used their power to repair the cracks in the closet 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 caused by the giant cocoon, everyone present dare not act rashly.
Maybe the butterfly did not lie, everything is under its control.
As the manager of the dead building, he knows everything here. All ghosts and monsters are puppets in his hands. How can the puppets resist the master?
Let death soak into the body, and Butterfly's handsome face regained its calmness.
"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 drag the giant cocoon from the depths of the ground. Everyone can feel the terrifying aura emanating from the giant cocoon. The aura and death are mixed together, far more than hatred, that kind of horror It feels beyond words!
"The future you see in a nightmare is just a nightmare after all."
Butterfly said this sentence to the giant cocoon. A twisted smile appeared on his face that could be described as coquettish, and then his slender hands slammed into the giant cocoon.
The blood vessels flowing with nightmares slowly open like petals, and the flowers containing countless nightmares of children bloom in the deep world, and the most terrifying thing in the whole dead building is about to appear!
No one does not feel scared and nervous, everyone's eyes are fixed on the center of the giant cocoon.
Death is drifting away, the deep black blood vessels a few meters long are just the veins on the branches and leaves, and the real blood flower is hidden in the center of the giant cocoon.
When the red appeared, everyone, including the butterfly, changed their eyes.
The giant red shadow stood up at the deepest part of the giant cocoon of blood vessels, her body was burning with hatred and death, and in front of the giant red shadow, a man held a knife in one hand and squatted halfway on the shrine where the gods lived. , Staring coldly at everything around him.
"Han Fei?"
After seeing the figure, everyone's reaction was different.
The people in Happiness Community recognized Han Fei almost instantly. They were shocked, and subconsciously began to approach the place where Han Fei was. There was nothing to be afraid of, because the head of the building was standing there. .
The death curse was activated, and the old ghost who had not had much time left also saw Han Fei, and the evil spirit's evil eyes were filled with confusion.
Through the words before the butterfly, he knew that he was distracted. After communicating with the old ghost, he also understood that a person’s soul would separate different souls according to memory, some are good souls, and some are evil souls.
Looking at the lunatic who trampled on the shrine with a living human body, the Evil Soul narrowed his eyes. He repeatedly compared the two, and finally came to a conclusion: "Is that my Evil Soul? Sure enough. Crazy!"
Hearing the laughter of the evil spirit, the butterfly’s handsome face appeared with scars resembling corpses, and the chill in its eyes made the temperature of the dead building begin to drop.
No living person can enter the bottom of the dead building, and no one except himself knows the location of the shrine.
How did he resist the death in the deepest part of the dead building? Why is there nothing wrong with him after the death curse? Normally, losing his childhood and good and evil, his memory should gradually become blank, but he seems to have no influence at all? How did the waste that failed to break through the hatred in Building One get involved with him? How come all ghosts like to be with this ugly thing!
Butterfly had too many doubts in its heart. It planned everything and spent several years from the world to the underworld, but in just a few weeks, an ordinary person stood by it and prepared for itself On the shrine!
The torn chest was longing for something, and the soul was like a knife cutting flesh and blood, and the butterfly's face was getting more and more corpses. It hasn't felt this kind of emotion for a long time.
"When I become you, I will let you kill everyone who cares about you personally, so that you will live forever in pain and despair!"
Boundless hatred gushes out of the torn chest. It can be clearly felt that the hatred on the butterfly far exceeds that of the old ghost and the jumper.
A line of blood vessels stretched towards the shrine. When the giant cocoon was dragged towards the butterfly, the shrine wrapped in layers of blood was exposed to everyone’s eyes. Everyone saw the mutilated heart in the shrine. And the sin that is struggling to bite that heart!
If Han Fei is half squatting on the shrine prepared by the butterfly for him, and it is barely acceptable, the heart in the shrine is being bitten by a hideous and ugly monster~IndoMTL.com~ This has been completely penetrated. The bottom line of the butterfly!
The corpse spots continue to appear on the flawless skin. The shape of the corpse spots is very similar to the traces of the bite on the human heart.
Butterfly, as the manager of the dead building, has long been able to perfectly hide its emotions without being disturbed by any external things. Until today, it met Han Fei.
commanded by hand, the dark blue hatred hides a night sky belonging to a butterfly, which points in the direction where Han Fei is!
The unspeakable horror aura creeps along the blood vessels on the ground. The hatred of the butterfly constitutes its own night sky, and the human nature that is imprisoned and played with by it is the starlight of the late night.
There are countless dark butterflies flying in this night sky. When you look closely, the dense wings are full of the most desperate expressions when people 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 herself was enveloped by the dark night of butterflies. The distance was so close that no one seemed to be able to save Han Fei.
A faint flame lit up on the shrine, and curls of smoke floated in the air. Han Fei stepped on the shrine, stood upright, and lightly flicked off the soot.
When the last cigarette was lit, there was a heart-piercing song outside the building.
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