"Why are you in such a hurry to reincarnate? Stop struggling, you won't be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. You'll be lucky if you can be a bug in your next life. "
Huang Yin was really afraid of nothing now. He even wanted to grab the butterfly who was trying to escape but he was too heavily injured to even lift his arms.
The woman's body was slowly changing. She wanted to torture Huang Yin with the most painful way possible but there was no time.
The crack on her chest slowly expanded. Her face twisted and black blood vessels popped out from her pupils.
Blood leaked out from under her clothes. Her twisted hands closed the cupboard door.
The seemingly normal looking cupboard trembled like a living heart after the woman entered it. Blood vessels extended from it and pierced through the deepest part of the nightmare.
Huang Yin's nightmare started to collapse. The woman's body had completely changed. Strange patterns appeared on her skin. The patterns and blood vessels wove together to form a strange pattern on the cupboard.
It appeared to have been trapped inside the cupboard for a very long time. Inside this narrow and dark space, it imagined the world it thought it was in and it accidentally saw the end of the nightmare.
The narrow space was filled with darkness. It spread towards the consciousness. When the blood red consciousness covered everything, the woman's body blurred. She used all her strength to push open the cupboard door behind the cupboard.
Huang Yin's nightmare shattered instantly. The figure that trapped him entered a strange room through the cupboard.
The room had no doors or windows. Instead of calling it a room, it was more like a long corridor. Two cupboards stood on both sides of the corridor.
One was connected to the nightmare and the other to the cryptic world.
By then the cupboard that was connected to the cryptic world had cracks on it and the cracks were widening.
It was worth noting that the cracks on the cupboard also appeared on the woman's body. It was as if the woman and the cupboard were one. She had merged with this unique cursed object.
The long corridor was filled with bound souls and consciousnesses. They were like offerings, waiting for the 'god' to feast on them. Feng Ziyu, who had disappeared in the real world, was placed here as well.
Blood covered her body. The woman's face took on a ghastly expression. She was no longer a human but a monster.
It stopped at the end of the nightmare, unable to walk through the corridor directly. It seemed that the stronger the soul, the greater the resistance it would encounter.
But soon, the sound of a soul bell came from outside the wardrobe. Every family's soul-summoning song and the fear in their hearts slowly flowed into this strange room.
All the fear and dread of butterflies wrapped around its body like silk threads, slowly dragging it to the other side of the corridor.
The blurry body swallowed the "sacrifices" around it. It looked less and less like a human, but the hatred in its heart grew stronger.
The situation was urgent. Its body only swallowed a few of the most crucial sacrifices before it was led to the other side of the corridor by the Soul Bell's guidance and fear.
Crazily devouring had turned its body into an irregular flesh monster, but now it had no time to care about so many things. Its arm, entangled by hatred and fear, finally grabbed the door of the wardrobe.
The blood on the door melted instantly and dripped onto the monster's body. The room number on the cupboard slowly became clearer — Room 4444.
Room 4444 was not a room but the Butterfly's wardrobe. For this monster that had been trapped inside the wardrobe since it was young, the wardrobe was its own room.
With all the hatred and pain from the nightmare, the hand pushed open the door to Room 4444!
The wardrobe world that was riddled with holes collapsed at that moment. A monstrous hatred burst out from the wardrobe at the center of the world.
The old ghost who was closest to it was flung away. Everyone stared at the center of the world.
The bloody clothes fluttered like red paper money. The Soul Bell echoed in the Ziggurat. It sounded like the sky was collapsing.
An arm covered in scars reached out from the wardrobe. It was followed by an extremely twisted soul. It looked like a human-shaped meatball.
A horrifying presence appeared inside the Ziggurat. All the Death Curses were triggered at the same time!
The fear and hatred in the tenants' hearts exploded. An ugly face slowly emerged from the monster's body. No one in this world was obsessed with it, no one would care about it, no one would even give it a second glance.
To prevent itself from being forgotten, it had abandoned its humanity and planted its hatred and pain in everyone's heart.
The Death Curses were extracting something from all the tenants inside the building. The curse on everyone was different. When the ghosts inside the building were suffering, the same curse appeared on the monster's skin.
It was the source of all the Death Curses. The more pain the cursed ghost felt, the stronger and scarier it would become.
As the Death Curses were activated, the monster's skin started to crack. The necrotic flesh fell off bit by bit. A pair of flawless arms pierced through the scarred skin.
The slender fingers tore open its own skin. A monster that looked like a human but it was impossible to tell its gender crawled out from the flesh.
A towering hatred swept through the whole wardrobe world. It emerged from the dead bodies of the past to become a butterfly. The blood and flesh that splattered around it spread like a butterfly's wings.
The black Death Curses and fresh blood painted the strangest patterns on its wings. There was not a single scar on its fair skin but there were countless Death Curses flowing under its skin.
However, perhaps due to the lack of consumption or the fact that the ritual had not been carried out properly, the monster's legs were still stuck in the ugly flesh and were not fully formed.
The wardrobe world was still collapsing. The Death Curse on the old ghost was activated again. The blood butterfly in his hatred flapped its wings, trying to take everything away from him.
The black fire in his eyes flickered. The old ghost's presence fluctuated. The only thing that remained constant was the reflection in his eyes and the crazed evil presence.
"The manager of the Ziggurat?" The Evil Soul did not back down. He had taken over the old ghost's body, inherited the old ghost's bloodline and suffered the pain of the old ghost and his descendants.
The pain that was branded deep into the bloodline was enough to break a normal person but the Evil Soul's expression did not change.
He could feel his and the old ghost's souls slipping away. The Death Curse was activated. Resisting it was suicide.
However, he still had time before he died.
He needed to kill the manager of the Ziggurat before he died!
The Evil Soul did not think about retreating or compromising. Since the caster would not willingly remove the Death Curse, this was the only option left.
"Old man, the next few minutes might be our last time. I need to tell you something beforehand. Your grandson is too weak, he can't even keep his soul conscious. However, I can sense the longing he has for you and his father. You always scolded him for being weak and cowardly when you were alive. Actually, it took him a lifetime's worth of courage to answer your summons. I know you love him very much, but don't forget that since the soul summoning was successful, it means that his love for you is no less than yours. He has never blamed you, nor has he ever hated you. He only misses and is grateful to you. "
"He cannot speak so I will be the one to tell you everything in his heart." After saying that, the Evil Soul reached out to grab the old ghost's heart. "A person like him should not die now, we need to find a way out for him."
The finger pierced through the old ghost's chest. Pain, memory, despair, everything turned into fuel for the Evil Soul's hatred. The Evil Soul wanted to make the fire in the old ghost's heart burn brighter!
The butterfly that stood before the wardrobe stared at the mad old ghost. Its beautiful eyes looked like it was staring at a dying worm.
From its perspective, the only way it could be defeated was if it could not return to the Ziggurat.
As the manager of the Ziggurat, when it was here, everything was already over.
The ritual was incomplete and it started 44 minutes earlier but that did not matter much.
The butterfly's eyes slowly moved to the Evil Soul's face. The body that it had prepared for itself was still there, that was enough.
A suitable body was not easy to find and a living person that could carry it was even rarer. The years of preparation had not gone to waste.
Sensing the old ghost starting to burn its soul, the butterfly's slender finger tapped on its chest.
The Death Curse that was engraved on his chest appeared on his skin. It was as if a sharp knife had cut open the skin on his chest.
One after another, blue butterflies flew out of its body. They were souls that contained its own consciousness. They could also be seen as its substitutes.
The people at Happiness Neighbourhood had seen similar blue butterflies before, they looked strangely familiar.
As the blue butterflies approached, the Evil Soul was on high alert. However, the butterflies did not enter its body, they flew past it and left the world of the wardrobe.
The butterfly did not have a heart in its chest, it was not in its strongest form.
The Evil Soul also noticed this. He no longer had any scruples. He was ready to destroy his soul and attacked the butterfly with all his might!
This was the first person who dared to challenge it since it became the manager of the Ziggurat.
"The Resurrection Ritual has begun. I've split you into different souls so that it'll be easier to consume you." The butterfly's inhumanly handsome face showed no expression like everything was still under its control.
Seeing the old ghost charging at it, the butterfly did not move. It stared into the Evil Soul's eyes. The emotion in its eyes slowly became the same as the Evil Soul. This monster was mimicking everything about the Evil Soul.
"Your soul has been trapped in someone else's body. If you want to merge with them, you'll have to kill them with your own hands. Once you kill any one of them, you'll be no different from me."
It was not until the old ghost's arm that was covered in black flames reached its eyes that the patterns on the butterfly's body exploded with hatred.
The hatred was like a tidal wave, it far surpassed the old ghost's.
The blood of its ancestors flowed through its body. The fire in the old ghost's heart was like a candle. It flickered under the waves but it was not extinguished.
The joints on its back slowly opened. The eyes of all the descendants opened. The murderer of their family was right before them. Their hatred coalesced.
The butterfly's legs were not fully formed. They were still connected to the ugly flesh. It could not stray too far away from the armoire but that did not affect it too much.
Compared to the restriction on its movement, it was more concerned about the fact that it had not become a handsome person, it was still a strange deformity.
"I've kept you alive because you're useful to me. Now it's time for you to show your worth."
The butterfly's arms opened. The butterflies had flown all over the Ziggurat. Countless blood vessels reached out from the Ziggurat. They pierced through the cracks in the world of the armoire and connected to the butterfly's body.
It seemed to sense something and turned to look in a certain direction.
"I've personally placed the curse on you and given you 3 months. I didn't expect you to enter the Ziggurat in less than half a month. Is the singing outside the Ziggurat the reason why you've entered the Ziggurat so early?" There was deep anger in the butterfly's voice. Everything had been planned. No matter how abnormal a person was, they would at least be prepared before entering the Ziggurat but Han Fei was an exception.
From the moment Han Fei joined the human jigsaw case, the butterfly had noticed Han Fei, be it in the cryptic world or in real life.
It knew how weak Han Fei was but it only treated Han Fei as a backup body.
However, it did not expect that in just a few weeks, not even months, the once weak person had run into the Ziggurat and attracted the wrath of an unspeakable and infuriated ghost!
A normal unspeakable existence would have their own altars. Even the mention of their name would bring about a curse. But it was unbelievable that such a high and mighty 'ghost' would be so enraged.
The blue butterfly was the split soul of the manager of the Ziggurat. It contained its consciousness and despair, it was also its eyes and ears.
At that moment, the blue butterfly flew all over the Ziggurat. As the manager of the Ziggurat, the butterfly also saw the state of the Ziggurat.
If it had been one second later, the whole building would have been destroyed.
The deathly aura and the singing tangled together. There was an unspeakable threat outside but what worried it the most was the foundation of the Ziggurat was shaken. Its biggest secret appeared to have been exposed.
"The unspeakable is indeed a problem but the thing outside the building appears to be heavily injured, it is far from a normal Avacaniya. If you think it can stop the Soul Retrieval Ritual, then you're too naive."
A drop of black blood dripped from the empty chest of the butterfly. It smashed all the blood vessels connected to its body into the ground. The ground cracked and collapsed layer by layer. The will of death surged out from the depths of the ground like an endless ocean!
In the ocean of death floated the children's nightmares, flowers of blood and a giant cocoon weaved from countless blood vessels.
"I've waited too long for this moment, no one can stop me!"
The butterfly was most worried about the altar underground so the first thing it did after entering the Ziggurat was to check it out.
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