Chapter 377
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The old ghost's nails were stained with countless curses. Just one look at them was enough to make one shudder.
The old ghost's fingertips pierced through the boy's red shirt and gripped the boy's collar. It did not touch the boy's skin.
An incomparably large and terrifying ghost was using its fingertips to grab a child in pajamas. This absurd and bizarre scene felt surreal to those who saw it.
The room was covered in blood. The curses lashed at the walls like waves. Broken flesh and broken limbs were hidden inside the cracked walls. But in this situation, the scariest ghost voice in the room seemed to slow down.
The woman chained to the old ghost's back looked at the boy in teddy bear pajamas. The strong mother cried out loud. She screamed at her child involuntarily, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you! "
The wounded hands pushed against the chains. The Evil Soul's eyelids fluttered. The cursed chains on the old ghost's back were so easily pushed aside by a normal person.
The woman ran to her child. She had not cried like this before death.
With his fingernails pinching the boy's collar, the Evil Soul placed him before the woman.
Finally seeing her child, the woman opened her arms to hug him, but when the woman got close, the boy who had not reacted to the outside world suddenly raised his head. His eyes were devoid of any emotion that a human should have. His small hand reached out from under the bloody clothes and stabbed toward his mother's heart.
The arm stopped about one foot away from the woman. The old ghost gripped the boy's neck. He could not take another step forward.
"Your child is a Soul Chaser. You are a wandering soul that he hunts. His first reaction when he sees you will be to kill you." The Evil Soul stared at the foot away from him. A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes. He did grab the boy's collar but he did not use any force. Normally, the boy would stop one inch away from the woman.
But to the Evil Soul's surprise, the boy's hand stopped when it was one foot away from the woman. The Soul Chaser was resisting the command that the manager had instilled in him.
The butterfly liked to play with human nature. In its eyes, it was a "beautiful" thing to let lovers kill each other. Perhaps it had looked forward to commanding the little boy to collect his mother's soul, but for various reasons, the boy did not do exactly what it wanted.
The child was unwilling to kill his mother. Even though he had become a Soul Chaser, he would still stop stabbing his mother with his hands when he got close to her.
Tears streamed down the woman's face as she looked at the child who was so close to her. The emotions that she had suppressed for so long erupted at this moment. All the words that she had suppressed in her heart were spoken to the child.
Unfortunately, the child in the teddy bear pajamas was unable to respond, as if he couldn't understand what she was saying.
As the woman kept calling for her child, the Evil Soul seemed to be communicating with the old ghost. "Didn't you say that the Soul Chaser is a mannequin made by the manager? Didn't you tell me they couldn't feel anything? Why did the child stop on his own? How can a puppet have its own emotions? "
"The human soul is very complicated? Old man, I'm trying to help you. I hope you won't tell me the wrong things again. It will affect my judgment. "
The evil gaze moved between the woman and the Red Specter child. The Evil Soul used the cursed chain to chain both the woman and her child to its back. "Stop crying! After we kill the manager, all the Soul Chasers will return to normal. "
The Evil Soul looked at the woman and her child. There seemed to be something invisible between them that the Evil Soul didn't have. For the first time, he felt a sense of incompleteness. The thought that he was incomplete crept into his mind.
The murderous eyes were tinged with madness. The Evil Soul punched the bodies of the gamblers in Room 4034 again and again. He only left when the floor was covered in cracks.
He continued to move upward!
The crazed old ghost and the maddened Evil Soul arrived at the Ziggurat. Wherever he walked, the walls were dyed red. The couplets and door decorations peeled off one by one.
“4044？”
The corridor started to change. The walls started to twist, the paper money fluttered, and the blood on the ground flowed. The Evil Soul appeared to have arrived at the Yellow Springs Ferry.
Tossing the people that were chained to the side, the Evil Soul's eyes focused on one of the rooms.
A headless door god slowly walked out from the blood red door. He was dragging a sharp guillotine behind him.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor. One by one, severed heads rolled out from the door. Their mangled mouths were shouting the same words — — No way!
The headless door god stood in the middle of the pile of human heads. He turned around to face the old ghost.
"This is the door god that you mentioned?" The Evil Soul did not show any sign of backing down. His lips cracked into a wide grin.
Hearing the Evil Soul's laughter, the door god lowered the guillotine by an inch.
The human head next to him slowly morphed into Han Fei's face. Then the face spoke, "I've already spared your life once. Don't be so ungrateful."
Looking at the human head beside the Door God, Evil Soul revealed a sinister smile. "Not everyone can change my face just because they want to. Since you've used my face, don't blame me for smashing your door."
The Evil Soul's tone was harsh and harsh. When the headless door god heard this, he raised the guillotine and the pale light shone on the Evil Soul's face.
The 4th floor corridor changed again. The human heads twisted and morphed into Han Fei's face. They chanted something and blood vessels crawled out from their bodies and surged into the door god's body.
As the blood vessels gathered, the door god raised his hand. The blood vessels formed the shape of the Evil Soul doll before him. Then he raised the guillotine and slashed at the doll's forehead!
"Bang!"
A sea of Yin energy exploded on the old ghost's body. The walls of the 4th floor corridor caved in.
Blood mist leaked out from the doll. When the mist dissipated, the door god stood where he was. The old ghost's arms fell to the ground, the front part of his arms had been chopped off.
The door god's guillotine was aimed at the Evil Soul. At the crucial moment, the old ghost took the hit for him.
Fresh blood slid down the forehead and dyed half of the Evil Soul's face red. His eyes opened in the pool of blood. The blood flowed into his mouth and stained his lips.
"So, the manager's watchdog is so weak?"
The corner of the bloodied lips slowly cracked. The Evil Soul's bloodied face stared at the door god. He uttered word by word, "Give me all your hatred and let me use your bloodline."
The human face on the old ghost's back screamed. The hatred that had accumulated in its heart was unleashed without reservation. Black flames started to burn inside the corridor.
The doors twisted and warped. The old ghost's crimson eyes reflected the Evil Soul's shadow. His mouth opened and the voice that came out was identical to the Evil Soul's.
"Headless Door Ghost, you call yourself a god?"
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