All the luck that a person encountered could be due to their unintentional kindness to others.
The reason Han Fei was protected by Zhuang Wen now was because he had helped Zhuang Wen escape from the Butterfly's control at Apartment 1.
Even though she was burned by hatred, Zhuang Wen had unconsciously protected Han Fei's life. However, there was no deeper relationship between the two, Han Fei could not influence Zhuang Wen through his words.
At this critical moment, Zhuang Wen did not think about escaping. Instead, she gathered all the hatred in her body and slammed it at the altar!
Blood leaked out from the old altar. The ancient blood gave off a horrible stench. The blood vessels snapped one after another and blood flowers withered in the air.
A very scary power was awakening inside the altar. It seemed to be one with the cocoon, it could control everything in the ocean of blood and the bottom of Nightmare Valley.
Densely packed blood vessels emerged from the depths of the sea of flowers, interweaving into a huge net with the shrine as the center.
Zhuang Wen and Han Fei were all wrapped in layers of it.
Under Zhuang Wen's relentless attack, cracks appeared on the altar's surface. A ghost with hatred could not completely destroy the altar, this gave Han Fei a new understanding of the Unspeakable.
However, Zhuang Wen's attack was not completely unaffected, at least she had created a very good feeding environment for Big Sin.
Big Sin, who was lying on the heart, seemed to have eaten part of the heart. It drank the blood that flowed out of the heart into its stomach.
To feed the heart inside the altar, the inner walls of the cocoon were decorated with the nightmares and souls of countless children. Every drop of blood in the heart contained the deepest fear and nightmare.
'The Great Sin probably sensed this thing when it entered the Ziggurat. It has been hiding inside my arm so that it won't be discovered by this thing. When I got close to the altar, it suddenly escaped from my body.'
Big Sin treated Han Fei as its own clothes. This pet looked like an honest person but it was much more cunning than its master thought.
"Both the butterfly and the Great Sin seem to have crawled out of the human cocoon, but the butterfly is more inclined to the human side, and the Great Sin is more inclined to the non-human side. The two of them have the same origin, so their pursuit and desire for certain things should be similar."
The situation was out of Han Fei's control. All he could do was open his inventory and consume the remaining pig heart that Xu Qin had given him.
This was how healers recovered stamina in games.
Inside the altar, the Great Sin was gnawing at the heart. Outside the altar, Zhuang Wen was attacking crazily. The surrounding black fog had gone berserk. Cracks appeared on the floor above them, and the roots pierced into the Ziggurat like blood vessels.
In the past, it was the heart in the altar that was maintaining the Ziggurat, but now it had started to absorb something from it.
After receiving damage, the Unspeakable that represented the shrine opened its eyes.
The underground floor cracked layer by layer. The black fog was like airwaves and vortexes. Driven by a certain force, it lifted the shrine from the deepest part of the underground.
The "God" sleeping in the depths of the Will of Death seemed to be able to see the light of day again.
An unfamiliar voice appeared in the Heart of Nightmares. It was chanting words that no one could understand, and the dead heart started beating again in the altar!
…
At the same time the Ziggurat started to change, the ringing of the spirit bell came from Room 4244 on the top floor of Apartment 4.
The ringing appeared to be a sign of something. Initially, the spirit bell only rang at the door of Room 4244. Then all the rooms on the top floor started to ring. Slowly, the spirit bell rang throughout the whole building.
"Granny, it's not even 4.44 pm yet, I wish to spend some more time with the rest of you."
Beside the normal dining table sat a little girl with a ponytail. Her face was chubby and she looked very pretty when she smiled.
"Granny wishes to spend some more time with the rest of you but the time has come." An old lady walked away from the wooden dining table. She entered the kitchen and when she came out, there was a cleaver in her hand.
"Thank you for spending so much time with me."
The old lady looked kindly at the little girl. The girl held the spoon in one hand and the bowl before her with the other. The bowl was filled with white paper wrapped dumplings.
There was a smile on the girl's face. She seemed to be used to acting coquettishly with the old lady. Even when the old lady raised the cleaver, she was still smiling.
The raised arm landed on the girl's head. The cleaver sliced through the girl's skin but there was not a single drop of blood. The girl giggled as her body crumbled like a piece of paper. All that was left on the chair was a family portrait.
"Honey, it's your turn." The old lady turned to the old man on her other side. The man did not smile but there was a rare gentleness in his eyes when he looked at the old lady.
With the same cleaver, the old lady's body crumbled like a piece of paper.
The old lady's murky eyes were wet but she had to do these things.
He turned his head and looked at his family members sitting at the table.
It was supposed to be a family of four generations but now, other than herself, everyone around the table was made up of paper dolls.
Everything was because of the child, because of the child who was supposed to be dead.
"This is the sin we have committed, we are being punished."
The old lady held back the tears in her eyes. She used the cleaver to slice open the bodies of the family members. She picked up the pieces of the family portrait from each body and pieced them together. Then she looked at the chair at the end of the dining table.
The chair was lower than a normal chair and appeared to be a new addition. The chair did not appear to have been used before, it was just a decoration.
"I have not seen you at the family banquet when you were alive but now, you are the only one left."
Picking up the chair at the end of the table, the old lady walked to the middle of the living room. She looked at the altar that she had built and placed the family portrait before it.
The lit candle was blown out. The items on the table did not change but they appeared to have rotted and a horrible stench came from within.
The lights in the room flickered several times before they went out. The old lady silently placed the chair that no one had sat on before the altar.
She picked up the spirit bell and shook it. The old lady mumbled something. She opened all the doors and cut all the red strings that were tied around the room.
The normal room turned strange. The cold wind blew the paper dolls on the ground and the paper faces that only knew how to smile started to cry.
The doors and windows creaked slightly, and the door in the middle of the shrine began to tremble slightly. The family portrait that had been pieced together seemed to have undergone some changes.
The four generations in the old lady's family shared a room. In the family portrait that was crowded with so many people, a strange shadow slowly appeared.
It was not in the picture but its appearance was not out of place. It was like it was a member of the family and it was supposed to be there.
"Ren Chen Month, Ren Chen Day, Ying Hour, Suitable for burial, Avoid God."
The old lady shook the spirit bell. Her body was slowly breaking apart but her body was covered in red strings. The red strings held her flesh and soul in place, preventing her body from disintegrating.
She chanted the song with all her might. As the old lady's suppressed voice drifted out from Room 4244, the whole Ziggurat was filled with mournful music.
The soul guiding ladders that hung on the doors all snapped. Paper money danced in the air as the aura of death surged.
At the darkest moment before dawn, the altar's door inside Room 4244 slowly opened!
The family portrait that was placed before the altar disappeared into the altar. The twisted figure in the family portrait appeared to be the only picture left behind by the manager of the Ziggurat.
The chant became more and more urgent. The old lady's back was hunched as she shook the spirit bell in her hand.
Slowly, the altar inside Room 4244 started to change. It seemed to have formed a connection with the altar underground.
The black veins started from the altar inside Room 4244 and crawled madly through the walls of the Ziggurat. The Death Curse that was hidden inside all the tenants' bodies erupted.
Fear, pain, and despair caused them to recall that terrifying figure in their hearts.
All the cupboards inside the Ziggurat started to bleed. The channel between the nightmare and the cryptic world was slowly opening. The fear of the tenants was the bridge between the two worlds.
Screams of despair echoed inside the Ziggurat. The stench from the deepest part of the soul permeated every corner of the Ziggurat.
The black veins that pierced through the walls carried endless hatred. They pressed down on the Ziggurat while the root-like veins under the Ziggurat surged up with the aura of death. The two finally met on the 4th floor of the Ziggurat.
The veins were connected. Just as the hatred and the aura of death were about to merge, a shrill song exploded. It caused a new wave of terror to wash over all the tenants inside the Ziggurat!
The aura of death that was about to merge with the hatred was stopped by the song. The Unspeakable was completely enraged. Nothing could come and go as it pleased before the Unspeakable.
Ghastly cracks appeared on the 4th floor. Room 4044 was the center of the aura of death and hatred. The blood door where the headless door god once stood was torn apart.
The stairs of the Ziggurat were tilting but no matter how loud the commotion was, the cupboards inside the Ziggurat were not affected.
But as the door to Room 4044 crumbled, the cracks spread into Room 4044. The cupboards that stood by the wall started to crack. The turmoil in the cryptic world had affected the world of the cupboards.
The world of the cupboards that hung the Red Specters started to shake. Blood red cracks appeared on the ground and above them like scars. The monsters hiding inside the Red Specters scurried away.
Under the influence of the cracks, the border of the world of the cupboards started to crumble. It slowly merged with the cryptic world.
The original world of the cupboards existed between the real world and the nightmare world but now it felt like it was being dragged into the cryptic world.
To make matters worse, at the center of the world of the cupboards, a gigantic old ghost was attacking the door of the cupboards madly. His eyes burned with hatred and his body radiated with evil.
The seemingly normal cupboards took all the attacks from the old ghost. It was not until the cracks of the Ziggurat started to spread across the world that the cupboards that stood at the center of the world finally showed signs of breaking.
"This cupboard is the core of the cursed object, it is the reason why this cupboard exists in the Nightmare World. If I cannot obtain such a good thing, I will destroy it as soon as possible!"
Unbridled laughter was mixed with hatred. The old ghost was like a madman who had lost control.
The small cracks on the cupboards slowly widened. The change appeared to spread even further.
…
Huan Hai Residence was Huang Yin's childhood home. It was located at the best part of the old city. All of his beautiful memories were sealed here.
"Pa!"
The bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground. The cooked food splattered everywhere. A woman in an apron was standing before the bedroom cupboard.
She was not tall, on the thin side and had a gentle face. Her years of teaching gave her a scholarly air.
The woman looked like Huang Yin's mother but Huang Yin, who was locked inside the cupboard, was certain that no matter how similar the woman's disguise was, she could not be his mother.
Picking up the broken bowls that were stained with oil, the woman squatted down before the cupboard. She stared at Huang Yin who was locked inside the cupboard like a dog and hatred seeped out from her eyes.
"Is that all you can do?" Huang Yin, who was covered in wounds, raised his head. After being killed by his' mother 'so many times, he slowly came to understand something.
Initially, he thought being killed by his mother would lessen the guilt he felt toward his mother. For that reason, he even volunteered to die. For a period of time, the Butterfly even suspected him.
But as the number of deaths increased, Huang Yin realized even if he died ten thousand times, it would not lessen the guilt he felt toward his mother.
Once something happened, it would stay in his mind forever. No matter how many times he repeated it in his nightmares, the reality would not change.
When his mother saved him, she probably would not have wanted him to bear the burden of guilt and pain for the rest of his life.
Being able to live happily and seriously was perhaps the best way to repay her.
Trapped inside the closet, Huang Yin, who was on his last breath, had a faint smile on his face. It was rare for him to smile like this.
His eyes no longer evaded the woman's gaze. He stared at the face that was almost identical to his mother. The guilt in his eyes was replaced by pity.
"My mother would never do these things to me but your parents have done these things to you. You are so pitiful but I do not pity you at all."
Huang Yin's words poked at the Butterfly's sore spot but he did not mind it at all. "You have used so many different methods to torture me, is it because your parents have done the same to you? They raised you like an animal and that's why you've turned into one? "
"You are such a pitiful man, you do not have a shred of humanity left in you. Compared to you, I am so blessed because even in death, I was once loved by others. You will never understand that feeling because no one will love you and you do not deserve anyone's love, hahaha! "
Huang Yin, who was covered in wounds, laughed at the Butterfly. The woman standing before the cupboard's face was twisted. The whole nightmare was compressing inward like it was trying to crush Huang Yin's soul.
But at that moment, the woman in the form of the Butterfly suddenly felt something strange. She lowered her head to look at her chest. There was a crack where her heart should have been and the crack was slowly expanding!
With a deep frown, she turned to the clock on the wall. This was the same watch that hung in all of Huang Yin's nightmares. The time on the watch was 4 am.
It was not the appointed time yet but the woman's body was already acting up. She could no longer maintain her body. She tossed Huang Yin out of the cupboard and entered it herself.
She appeared to be in a hurry, like she would not be able to return to the world if she did not return now.
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