My Iyashikei Game Chapter 330: The soul closest to hate
Anyway, he is immortal, Han Fei has no need to let Zhuang Wen's human hands be stained with blood.
Han Fei took the baby's corpse covered with death curse, and there were hideous ghost patterns on Han Fei's body, his arm was bloody, and his five fingers firmly held the mortal butcher knife.
Midnight Butcher, killing is his profession.
"The suffering in this world is too heavy for him, I'll let him free."
One hand grabbed the handle of the knife, and the bright blade became the only fire in the dead building.
The arm fell, and the most beautiful force of human nature opened his arms above the blade and gently hugged the baby who was imprisoned in the depths of despair.
"Cut!"
The blade thin as a cicada's wing slashed across the chest of the corpse, and the dark text melted like snow, and the cursed needle thread that penetrated the corpse was cut off. This sharp knife finally fell on the incomplete butterfly wing. on.
A large number of jumpers gushing out of the whole body not far away, her eyes have been dyed black. At this time, she is completely wrapped in maliciousness, and every inch of her skin is stained with death, emitting a rotten stench. taste.
She rushed to Han Fei desperately, and at the same time, there was a sharp cry from outside Building 1, as if a person's heart was suddenly pierced with a knife.
"Don't you hate such a person the most? Why do you want to be like this?"
The little humanity stood in front of Han Fei. She opened her arms and looked at a huge ghost that was more than ten times larger than her.
Under the **** of some kind of power, the ghost of the jumper has already ignored her humanity. Her broken arm shot directly, and countless death curses smashed on the little girl and Han Fei.
At this time, the Resurrection Knife melted the death curse and cut into the broken butterfly wing!
The fascinating and weird pattern shattered under the blade, and the butterfly wings were like a lock.
When it was smashed by the death knife, blood was shed from the hearts of the jumper, divorced mother, syringe girl and the little girl, and the things in their hearts were chopped up, and the death curse no longer appeared on their bodies. , The suppressed certain subtle connection slowly surfaced in several memories.
The **** palms stopped on top of the little girl's head, the jumper covered with death curses, her outstretched arms were being broken a little bit, she screamed and wailed in pain, her mouth kept roaring and her eyes flowed. With blood and tears, he was clearly the strongest ghost in Building One, but he looked helpless like a child whose neck was locked by an iron chain.
The death curse is still competing with the jumper for her body. It symbolizes that the girl who has only humanity caught the jumper. She was quickly thrown away. When she got up again, the syringe girl and the divorced mother also left. Come here.
The same part of their bodies gradually appeared, a circle of scars appeared on their ankles, a strong odor was emitted from their bodies, their hair was scattered, their hearts were bleeding, their eyes were hollow, and they were so numb that they had forgotten the pain.
One hand grabbed the **** body of the jumper, and the death curse spread to everyone. Anyone touched by the jumper would die. This is the death curse on her!
Vicious curses full of death have penetrated into the hearts of the divorced mother and the syringe girl. It is not so much that they were killed by the jumper, it is more that they gave up on themselves.
At the last moment when the memory dissipated, the black curse words that poured into their bodies were stained with their blood and their memories.
When the death curse returned to the body of the jumper, her scattered memories and consciousness reintegrated, and her torn body and unrecognizable face were restored a little bit, revealing her original appearance.
"I still remember you at that time, you only have yourself."
Finally, the little girl who symbolizes Zhuang Wen's humanity also opened her hand. She was like a child hugging her separated mother and ran into the arms of a jumper.
While being held tightly by the death curse, he melted into the body of the jumper.
The last piece of the memory puzzle is finally complete, and a woman's face quietly appeared under the shocking death curse densely seen by the jumper.
She didn't inherit the beauty of her mother, but she possessed a kind of temperament that belonged to her, and her green cheeks were twisted in extreme pain.
As Han Fei drew out the resurrection knife, when the baby's corpse and the butterfly's wings turned into ashes, the hatred of the sky burst out from the jumper, like a blade about to split the dead building. !
The death curse all over his body turned into black water, mixed with blood and dripped to the ground, the incomplete body of the jumper became intact, and the unrecognizable face had returned to normal.
There is no such scavenger jumper in Building One now, and there is another Zhuang Wen who exudes endless hatred.
The lowered head slowly lifted, Zhuang Wen looked at the window at the end of the corridor, her completely black eyes seemed to be staring at something. After a while, black blood flowed out of her whole body, that biting Hate twisted the entire corridor.
"Father, you hurt me so badly!!!"
The glass on the first floor was shattered, and the numbers on all the doors began to bleed. Zhuang Wen did not go to see anyone in the corridor, she walked directly downstairs.
All the places where she walked, all appeared black and red stains.
When she came to the first floor, her blood-stained palm patted the locked corridor door.
Colorful butterfly patterns appeared on the white painted door panel, Zhuang Wen laughed harshly, and she touched the beautiful lines with her own blood.
"Mother becomes a madman because of you."
"I will be tortured into an animal because of you."
"My child will die, I have nothing, it is because of you."
"Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!"
The boundless hatred is like a tsunami~IndoMTL.com~ crashed on the corridor door, the jumping ghost is now in a state of real failure to break through the hate, she is different from all the ghosts Han Fei has seen before, that biting Her hatred is sharper than all the butcher knives in Animal Alley, and nothing can stop her at all.
The butterfly pattern on the corridor door shattered little by little, as if a pair of butterfly wings were slowly shattered.
The locked door was opened, Zhuang Wen did not stay at all, and went directly into the black fog outside the building.
The mist slowly drifted into the building, and Han Fei was standing on the first floor holding the Sword of Life. He couldn't find a chance to stop the opponent.
"The father in Zhuang Wen’s mouth is definitely not an exorcist. Is her biological father a butterfly? If this is the case, then as long as you compare all the information left by Zhuang Wen’s body, you can slowly lock the butterfly in reality. Identity!"
The butterfly used to be a mystery, but now Han Fei has forced the monster hiding in the mist into a certain area.
Next will be the most dangerous moment, as long as it is not eaten by the monster, there is a chance to kill it!