My Iyashikei Game Chapter 389: Butterfly falling into the spider web

　　The seven painful souls are entangled together. They are bound by despair and pain, but in this case, the seven of them still make a home for the eighth soul in the depths of their souls.

　　 Hiding in the deepest part of the soul, Xiao Ba blinked his eyes, and all the resentment and pain poured into her body.

　　 The seed in the palm fell to the ground, and a terrifying blood flower bloomed in the depths of the soul.

　　 When the flowers opened to the surroundings, eight arms smashed the walls and ground of the dead building. The cute little girl and the seven desperate souls merged into a huge monster!

　　 with awe-inspiring killing intent, without saying anything, the monster directly waved his arm and smashed it at the butterfly's face.

　　 When Zhuang Wen and Lao Gui dealt with the butterfly, the butterfly did not respond. The calmness in its eyes was not broken until after seeing Xiao Ba.

　　"The key? Is the human body puzzle made?"

　　The surprise on 　　's face couldn't dissipate for a long time. Butterfly eyes stared at Xiao Ba. It remembered the child's face!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 was abruptly received a fist from Xiaoba. The butterfly, together with the sphere of flesh and blood under its feet, slammed into the door of Cabinet No. 4444, and the blood-red world that was already shattered was completely disintegrated and melted at this moment.

　　 "I will kill you eight times!"

　　 Wei Youfu's body has been torn apart layer by layer, turning into a huge red ghost. He used his last reason to give the command to the out-of-control monster, that is, to attack the butterfly with all his strength and never stop dying.

　　 There is blood flowing all over the body, as if it has just emerged from the flesh and blood. The way this monster appears is very similar to the way a butterfly transforms into a cocoon of flesh and blood.

　　The only difference is that the butterfly devours others to make sacrifices, transforming into a perfect human form from an ugly monster.

　　The victim of the human body spelling pattern tears the human soul, and a monster emerges from the human form.

　　 There is a certain connection between them. Xiao Ba was originally a part of the Butterfly Project, but it was destroyed by Fu Sheng.

　　 "I didn't expect my luck to be so good. Today is really the day when I regained my life. After getting this key, I can go deeper and find more memory fragments left by Fu Sheng!" Butterfly There was a twisted smile on his face, but he was happy for a second or two, and the violent monster with eight arms began to attack it again.

　　Before encountering Han Fei, the victims of the human body pattern had never really merged together. Their bodies were missing a key part, and it was not until a while ago that Han Fei filled them up.

　　 In other words, apart from being the building manager, even Xiao Ba himself doesn't know how terrifying he is.

　　The huge body is rampant in the death building. His whole body is covered by a continuous flowing blood mist, and most of the death curses cannot penetrate his body.

The eight arms behind 　　 each have a different kind of resentment remaining. What's more terrifying is that the resentment of the eight people can be perfectly superimposed.

The appearance of 　　 Xiao Ba made the look in Butterfly's eyes obviously changed. It was not fear and panic, but greed and desire.

　　 "You want to kill me? I obviously love you so much and have devoted so much effort to you. After losing your news, I still feel distressed for a long time." Butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster that leaped towards him. With a tone that seems to be talking to his own child, perhaps it really regards Xiao Ba as its own child, but it has a completely distorted and deformed impression of the parents' love for their children.

　　The deeper the torture and pain, the stronger the love.

The monsters made by 　　 Xiaobahua can’t last too long, otherwise the sanity they finally found will dissipate, but this time the victims of the human spelling pattern seem to have reached a consensus, even if they lose all their sanity, they must fight with the butterfly. perish together.

　　"I hope to see your struggles. When I was locked in the closet, I would find bugs in the corner of the closet, disassemble them a little bit, and slowly crush them to death. This was my only pleasure at the time. Now this fun has become a habit of mine." Butterfly stood under its own night sky, and countless dark butterflies flapped their wings in the darkness. When Xiao Ba and Zhuang Wen approached, the skin of the butterfly's back was with flesh and blood. It exploded, and a pair of extremely gorgeous, inlaid with countless nightmare wings spread out behind him.

　　 "Since the singing was driven away, you have already lost."

　　 There are two huge black eyes on the nightmare-circulating wings, and weird patterns flow on the wings, like blood vessels connected around the eyes.

　　 Compared to the longer body full of corpses, the butterfly wings formed by the fragmentation of flesh and blood seem to be the body of the butterfly.

　　 Its soul and flesh and blood have long been shattered in the nightmare, and the beautiful humanoid body should be just the clothes it finds for itself, just like countless blood clothes hanging in the wardrobe world.

　　 There was laughter, and when those black eyes opened, uncountable gray-black particles flew off the wings. Those things seemed to be dust in a nightmare, and they looked like shrunken human pupae.

A burst of dream dust blew up in the dark night of 　　 butterflies. Those particles morphed into black butterflies in the air. They could easily penetrate into the bodies of all ghosts and monsters marked by the death curse, and then affect their minds.

　　 As the number of black butterflies increases, the butterflies can even directly control each other.

　　 This ability is not only useful for resentment, even the old ghosts who are about to break through to real hate, and the jumpers who fail to break through hate are all hit.

　　 "Your hatred comes from me. Now that I have entered your body, you are fused with the person you hate most. How does it feel to want to kill yourself?"

　　Butterfly is good at playing with human nature, and manipulation has become its ability.

　　 After being invaded by the black butterfly, the hatred of the jumping ghost Zhuang Wen exploded in her mind. She attacked everything including herself like a mad, and the reason that was on the verge of collapse was completely wiped out.

　　The situation of the old ghost is a little better. The Evil Soul is completely unaffected by the black butterfly, and the blood line inherited by him is stubbornly resisting the black butterfly.

　　 However, the death curse on the old ghost has been triggered, and it is only a matter of time before the soul flies.

　　 "Now you are the only one left, but I will not kill you. I will take away the body and soul of the person you care about most in front of you, and then become the new person." Butterflies' legs returned It was not formed and could not leave the 4444 wardrobe door too far. After resisting Xiaoba's attack, it urged the blood vessels under the body to drag Han Fei, who was still smoking in the distance, towards him.

　　 Butterfly has already attached great importance to Han Fei, but he didn't expect that the dead building was still messed up. It said it didn't matter, but it was already bleeding in its heart.

　　 In order to seriously hurt the unspeakable singing, it paid the price of all the death intentions of the shrine and the death building. Now there is only one shrine left in the death building. It wants to get rid of the shackles of hate and go one step further. It must guard the last Of the shrine.

　　 At the moment, no one in the dead building can interfere with it. It is clear about the location of all the ghosts, and there is only one Han Fei between it and the shrine.

　　How can a living person stop the butterfly incarnate in hatred?

　　 flapping its wings, the black butterfly is still pouring out frantically, and the cracks on the closet door behind the butterfly are slowly increasing. It also has to pay a certain price for it to use its abilities.

　　 But the overall situation is set, the price butterfly can afford.

　　 The cigarette in Han Fei's hand was almost burned out. When the smoke dissipated, there was no need for a butterfly to do it himself. The black butterflies flying all over the sky would make Han Fei unable to survive.

　　 When Han Fei was in a life-and-death crisis, everyone in the happy community climbed onto the cocoon without any hesitation. They wanted to stop the butterfly, but from the current situation, they were more like sharing with Han Fei. Go to death.

　　 What Butterfly did not expect was that Xiao Ba, who had already lost control, saw that Han Fei was in danger, his first choice was to stop the attack and save Han Fei.

　　 Its huge body wants to grab the giant cocoon, but unfortunately the shrine in the giant cocoon echoes with the butterfly, and there is a certain connection between them.

　　"If you break through and become hate, maybe you can really save him from me, but unfortunately you are just a key. The person who stole you from me didn't even think about training you , He, like me, is just using you."

　　The giant cocoon of intertwined blood vessels burst open under the control of the butterfly. Several blood vessels connected to its body seized the shrine in the chaos. Together with Han Fei, they dragged them in front of him.

　　 Looking at the butterfly getting closer and closer, Han Fei’s eyes were bloodshot. He bit the remaining smoke, grabbed the shrine in one hand, and the resurrection knife in the other.

　　 "It's useless, the future in the nightmare will only happen in the nightmare." The black eyes on the butterfly's wings fixedly stared at the death knife in Han Fei's hand. With the flapping of the wings, countless black butterflies were like a black tide. Struck.

　　 Everything seems to be unable to be changed again, even if the resurrection knife can kill butterflies, Han Fei does not have the ability to swing a knife.

　　 One is an ordinary person, and the other is a monster who has transformed into a hate many years ago. The gap in strength is enough to smooth out all tactics.

　　"The eyes on my wings have been looking at you, whether in reality or here. I will use your body well and become the self you hate the most."

　　 The smoke dissipated, and the black butterfly pierced Han Fei's limbs like a chain. He tried his best to grab the death knife, but the butterfly's most feared knife fell into the dark night.

　　 "What else do you have now?" Even if the butterfly cannot move, even if it has been injured, it is a genuine hatred after all, and it is still a more terrifying existence in hatred.

　　 Wings trapped the old ghost and Zhuang Wen, the fleshy and deformed body and the small eight were killed together, while it was still manipulating the blood vessels to bring Han Fei and the shrine to its side.

　　 Until now, everything has not been out of the control of the butterfly.

　　 When it saw Han Fei's Resurrection Knife drop, a smile appeared on Butterfly's twisted face. The doomed future has been rewritten, and it was it who had the last laugh.

　　Sorrow and joy resounded in the dead building, and the paper figures crawled out of the ruins, preparing for the last ritual of returning to the soul night.

　　The butterfly dragged Han Fei in front of him. It needs Han Fei’s body. It wants to regenerate into Han Fei, and then seize all the memory fragments left by Fu Sheng~ IndoMTL.com~ Get the most mysterious in the deep world thing.

　　Han Fei got closer and closer to the butterfly after being separated. When the butterfly reached out to catch the shrine and Han Fei, the desperate and painful Han Fei had a special emotion in his eyes.

　　 There was a talisman hidden in the hand where he hadn't held the knife before, but he didn't open the amulet that he brought out from the beast lane until he got close to the butterfly.

　　 The rancid smell instantly filled the dead building, and bloodshots cut through the butterfly night sky like a spider's web.

　　 When the amulet was completely opened, a man wearing a pig face mask with eight different shadows behind walked out of the amulet.

　　His body is full of the stench of flesh and blood, and his chest is also empty. He seems to put his heart elsewhere. At this moment, there is only endless hatred for butterflies in his chest!

　　"It’s really not easy to fool you. It took me ten years to hide myself."

　　 A familiar voice rang in the ears, and the smile on Butterfly's face instantly solidified, and it gritted its teeth and said two words.

　　 "Spider!"

　　 Huang Ying is the only man who has won the butterfly. Before Huang Ying, there was another man and the butterfly who fought from reality to the deep world, and there was no difference between them.

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