My Healing Game

Chapter 387: Who is whose trump card

   "All the will of death under the death building comes from that cocoon?"

Rotting underground, I don’t know how many years of death was completely inspired by butterflies. The black mist formed by death engulfed everyone present, and the strong death impacted each soul, engraving the deepest despair on everyone’s Mind.

   The nightmare flows in the black blood vessels, they are densely intertwined, the huge cocoon is like a sea monster emerging from the deep water.

   "That's Butterfly's hole card? Is he the real back hand that he 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 shattered and completely integrated with the deep world.

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

   The monsters in the wardrobe world turned into the nourishment of butterflies. All the wardrobes were broken in the death curse, and the butterflies used their power to repair the cracks in the wardrobe behind them.

  The scars made by the old ghost with all his strength are healing quickly, 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 the 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 deep underground. Everyone can feel the terrifying aura from the giant cocoon. The aura and death are mixed together, far more than hatred, the feeling of horror is 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 pierced 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.

   The meaning of death is floating, and the deep black blood vessels a few meters long are just the veins on the branches and leaves. The real blood flower is hidden in the center of the giant cocoon.

   When the red color 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, half-squatting on the shrine where the gods lived, coldly Watching everything around.

   "Han Fei?"

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

   The people in the happy community recognized Han Fei almost instantly. After being astonished, they subconsciously began to approach the place where Han Fei was. There was nothing to be afraid of, because the head of their 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 had a trace of 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 distinguish 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? It is crazy enough!"

   Hearing the laughter of the evil spirits, 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 her 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 was longing for something, and the depth of the soul was like a knife cutting flesh and blood, and the corpse spots on the butterfly's face were getting more and more. It hadn't 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, so that you can live forever in pain and despair!"

   Boundless hatred surged from his torn chest, and it was obvious that the hatred on Butterfly far surpassed that of the old ghost and the jumper.

Vessels stretched towards the shrine, and when the giant cocoon was dragged towards the butterfly, the shrine wrapped in layers of blood blossoms was exposed to everyone’s eyes. Everyone saw the broken heart in the shrine and was struggling. The sin that bites that heart!

If Han Fei is half squatting on the shrine prepared by the butterfly for him, and he is still barely acceptable, the heart in the shrine is being bitten by a hideous and ugly monster at this time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has completely penetrated it. The bottom line of the butterfly!

   Corpse spots continue to appear on the flawless skin, the shape of those corpse spots is very similar to the traces of a bite on a human heart.

  Butterfly, as the manager of the dead building, can perfectly hide its emotions, without being disturbed by any external things, until today it met Han Fei.

   Commanded by the hand, a dark blue hatred hides a night sky belonging to a butterfly, which points in the direction where Han Fei is!

   The unspeakable horror aura crawled 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 night.

   Countless dark butterflies are flying in this night sky. When you look closely, the dense 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, and even she herself was enveloped by the dark night of butterflies. 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 were scattered in the air. Han Fei stepped on the shrine and stood upright, and he lightly flicked off the soot.

   When the last cigarette was lit, a heart-piercing song rang out outside the building.

  

  Https://

  Genius remembers this site address in one second:  Mobile version reading URL:

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like