Chapter 375
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The Ziggurat had 24 floors in total. The Old Ghost lived on the 23rd floor. He was the ghost closest to the top floor and also the one who had lived the longest in the building.
The tenants had never seen him kill or go mad. The Old Ghost had always lived in his own room. He had a good temper. Even if someone accidentally entered Room 4234, they would be pushed out by a mysterious force.
If the 24th floor was the most dangerous floor in the building, then the 23rd floor could be regarded as the safest floor in the building.
Everyone knew about the Old Ghost's existence but just like the male student who was once saved by Firefly, they did not think the Old Ghost was that scary.
After years of waiting, the Old Ghost ran into the Evil Soul.
His only blood relative was summoned into the Ziggurat. The last trace of his human bloodline was taken over by the Evil Soul.
If he did not want to lose his bloodline, he had to cooperate with the Evil Soul.
Initially, the Old Ghost was just looking for a chance to extract the Evil Soul but as he got closer to it, he slowly realized the Evil Soul was more adapted to the Ziggurat than he was.
Compared to his useless grandson, he would rather have his blood relative be the Evil Soul.
Although he looked domineering and lawless, he was actually very meticulous and decisive. All of his actions that seemed crazy were controlled by an absolutely ice-cold rationality.
A person like this was born for the cryptic world. If the Evil Soul could stay in his grandson's body, perhaps the curse that plagued the Old Ghost's family could one day be broken.
In the endless darkness, the Old Ghost saw a glimmer of hope brought by the Evil Soul. Therefore, he decided to cooperate with the Evil Soul and try his best to seize this chance to escape.
Dark red blood spots surfaced on his dried skin. The Death Curse was forced out from his body. The 'heart' that had been sleeping in the Old Ghost's chest for so many years started to beat again!
Scabs of cursed blood fell off. The black heart emitted an unimaginably terrifying Yin energy. The blood of his ancestors flowed through his body!
The human faces on his back screamed. The Old Ghost's dangling hair was slowly dyed red. His shriveled body expanded rapidly and the deep wrinkles on his body were smoothed out bit by bit.
The Death Curse inside the Old Ghost's body was forced out. His black heart started to bleed as it continued to beat.
When the first drop of blood fell, a crack appeared on the black heart, and a hatred that had been suppressed for countless years burst out!
Their ancestors couldn't rest in peace even after they died, all of them turning into monsters. How could they forget the hatred of their clan being exterminated?
His enlarged hands tore down the wooden planks on the window. The old ghost finally stopped hiding his hatred. He became the first person at the Ziggurat to challenge the manager.
His eyes were completely bloodshot. The old ghost smashed through the window that the manager had sealed. Looking at the gray fog that was surging toward him, without hesitation, he stepped out of the Ziggurat with blood all over his body!
The moment they left the Ziggurat, the faces on the old ghost's back started to scream in pain. The word 'death' appeared on the faces of his descendants.
The death curse that the manager planted on Old Ghost had been triggered, he might die if he left the Ziggurat!
The hatred in the black heart spread all over his body. The grey fog could not stop the old ghost from leaving. At this time, a black fog floated over from the singing.
"What are you hesitating for? Give me all your hatred! "
All the faces on the old ghost's back were twisted but one of them did not crumble from the pain. Instead, its eyes glowed with evil and it roared menacingly!
The surface of the black heart crumbled. The old ghost's deepest hatred lit up his blood like a flame.
The old ghost's blood exploded in the grey fog like a red firework falling into a dark ocean!
The old ghost's arms that were filled with the word 'death' tore through the fog. While most of the dead were distracted by the singing, he pierced through the weakest point of the Ziggurat.
A gap appeared in the fog. The old ghost who had been trapped in the Ziggurat for generations only needed to walk out from the gap and he would be free.
This scene in his imagination became reality. The old ghost resisted the pain around him and used his hatred to fight back. He dragged his body toward the gap.
Before the fog closed up again, with his speed, he would be able to leave. However, when he was one step away from the gap, the old ghost suddenly stopped.
Inside the old ghost's blood red heart, at the deepest part of the old ghost's hatred, a cocoon filled with the word 'death' slowly cracked open.
Perhaps because it was not time yet, the butterfly inside the cocoon was deformed and ugly. Its incomplete wings were carved with the faces of all the old ghost's descendants. It was born from the hatred of the old ghost's family. It was connected to the old ghost's descendants by blood. It appeared that once it flapped its wings, the old ghost's descendants would die.
The death curse on the body was a visible shackle, the curse in the heart was the real reason why the butterfly let the old ghost go.
"Old man, don't you know your heart has been tampered with? Someone wants to use you and all your descendants to feed a worm! "
The butterfly had lied to the old ghost from the beginning. The thing that was worse than an animal would never leave a threat by its side. Since it chose to keep the old ghost, it meant that the old ghost was of some use to it.
Tears of blood flowed from the old ghost's eyes. The old ghost's eyes were bloodshot.
The Evil Soul controlled the old ghost's arm. He wanted to pluck out the heart filled with hatred.
No one expected this crazy action. When his finger approached the heart, the butterfly's deformed wings flapped downward, and the old man's back instantly became a bloody mess. The human faces also became deformed and ugly, as if they could collapse at any time.
Once the heart was plucked, the old ghost's soul would be destroyed. All the descendants that were deeply merged with the old ghost would die but the Evil Soul that was not deeply merged with the old ghost would not necessarily die.
The exit was right in front of him. The Evil Soul had the chance to escape from the Ziggurat alone.
The cursed hand approached the heart but it stopped just above the heart. The Evil Soul hesitated for a moment but in the end, it did not touch the heart.
"I can't bring myself to do it, I am indeed a good person!"
The exit was slowly shrinking. The Evil Soul's vicious eyes stared at the deformed butterfly inside the old ghost's heart. "The real curse has always been in your heart. The manager has seen through your deepest secret. You are so pitiful that even I feel sorry for you. But it doesn't matter, as long as it is a curse, there must be a way to break it. For example, you can kill the person who cast the curse. "
The Evil Soul spoke brazenly like he did not know fear. "You wanted to escape but the manager did not give you a chance. Now you know what you have to do, don't you?"
He stood one step away from the exit but he was unable to escape.
Facing such a hopeless situation, the Evil Soul did not show any sign of defeat. It was as if he had already guessed the ending. His eyes burned with a crazed murderous intent.
"I've told you before, power is only meaningful when it is used. Since the manager has no intention of letting you live, then there is no need for you to worry about anything else. "
The Evil Soul's voice echoed in the grey fog, piercing through the soul.
"Kill! Let's go on a killing spree! "He screamed hysterically," Use everything the manager left behind to strengthen yourself! As long as we kill enough of them, we will become the curse that no one in this building can break! "
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