Chapter 387
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"All the death aura underneath the Ziggurat comes from that cocoon?"
The will of death that had been rotting underground for god knows how many years was completely triggered by the butterfly. The black mist formed by the will of death swallowed everyone on the spot. The strong will of death struck everyone's soul, engraving the deepest despair in everyone's heart.
Nightmares flowed inside the black veins. They intertwined with one another. The giant cocoon was like a sea monster emerging from deep water.
"That is the Butterfly's trump card? That is the reason why he dares to confront the Unspeakable? "
The Butterfly took out the foundation of the Ziggurat. When the cocoon appeared, the world of the wardrobe shattered and merged with the cryptic world.
The bloody clothes hanging in the wardrobe world had become lonely souls covered in blood. They had long lost their own consciousness. They clearly still existed, but it was as if they were just clothes that could be worn away at will.
The monsters in the world of the wardrobe became the Butterfly's food. All the wardrobes crumbled under the Death Curse. The Butterfly used their power to repair the cracks on the wardrobe behind him.
The wounds that the Old Ghost left behind were rapidly healing. The Butterfly's legs slowly walked out from the twisted flesh. Combined with the shock brought by the giant cocoon, no one dared to act rashly.
Perhaps the Butterfly was not lying, everything was under his control.
As the manager of the Ziggurat, he knew everything here like the back of his hand. All the ghosts and monsters were his puppets, how could a puppet resist its master?
Allowing the death aura to seep into his body, the Butterfly's handsome face returned to calmness.
"Everything has to be back on track!"
Its empty chest was aimed at the giant cocoon, and it muttered a strange name.
Countless veins pulled the cocoon out from the ground. Everyone could feel the horrifying presence coming from the cocoon. The presence was mixed with death aura, it was more than hatred. The terror was indescribable!
"The future you see in your nightmare is ultimately just a nightmare."
Butterfly's words were directed at the cocoon. His face that could only be described as coquettish showed a twisted smile, and then his slender hands stabbed into the cocoon.
The veins that flowed with nightmares opened like flower petals. The flower that contained the nightmares of countless children bloomed in the cryptic world. The scariest thing in the Ziggurat was about to appear!
There was no one who wasn't afraid and nervous. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the cocoon.
The deathly aura drifted away. The several meters long black blood vessels were only the veins on the branches and leaves. The real blood flower was hidden at the very center of the giant cocoon.
When the red appeared, everyone's gaze changed, including Butterfly's.
The giant red figure stood up from the deepest part of the giant blood vessel cocoon. Her entire body was burning with hatred and the desire to die. In front of the giant red figure, a man was holding a sword with one hand, half-squatting on the shrine where the god resided, coldly watching everything around him.
"Han Fei?"
After seeing that figure, everyone's reaction was different.
The people at Happiness Neighbourhood recognized Han Fei almost instantly. Despite their shock, they subconsciously moved closer to Han Fei. There was nothing to be afraid of because the person standing there was their building manager.
The Death Curse was activated, and Old Ghost, who did not have much time left, also saw Han Fei. The Evil Soul's evil eyes were filled with confusion.
Through the Butterfly's words, he knew his soul had been split. After communicating with Old Ghost, he also understood that a person's soul would split into different souls based on their memory, some were good souls, some were evil souls.
Looking at the madman who trampled on the shrine with the body of a living person, the Evil Soul narrowed his eyes. He compared the two and finally came to a conclusion, 'So that is my Evil Soul? He sure is crazy! '
Hearing the Evil Soul's laughter, scars that looked like livor mortis appeared on the Butterfly's handsome face. The chill in his eyes caused the temperature in the Ziggurat to plummet.
No living person could enter the bottommost floor of the Ziggurat. Other than himself, no one knew the location of the shrine.
How did he resist the deathly aura at the deepest part of the Ziggurat? Why was he unaffected by the Death Curse? Normally speaking, after losing his childhood and good and evil, his memory should have slowly turned blank but he did not seem to be affected at all? How did the trash who failed to break through the hatred level in Block 1 end up with him? Why do all the ghosts like to be with this ugly thing?!
The butterfly had too many questions in its heart. It had planned everything and spent several years making arrangements from the human world to the underworld. However, in just a few short weeks, an ordinary person was standing on the altar that it had prepared for itself!
The torn chest yearned for something. It felt like a knife was slicing at its flesh. More and more livor mortis appeared on the Butterfly's face. It had not felt this kind of emotion for a long time.
"When I become you, I will make you kill everyone who cares about you with your own hands, I will make you live in pain and despair for the rest of your life!"
Endless hatred surged out from the torn chest. It was obvious that the Butterfly's hatred far exceeded that of Old Ghost and Suicide Ghost.
The veins reached towards the shrine. As the cocoon was dragged towards the Butterfly, the shrine that was covered in blood was exposed to everyone's eyes. Everyone saw the broken heart inside the shrine and the Great Sin that was gnawing on the heart!
If Han Fei was squatting on the shrine that the Butterfly had prepared for himself, it would have been more acceptable but the heart inside the shrine was being gnawed on by an ugly and ghastly worm, this had completely crossed the Butterfly's line!
Livor mortis appeared on the flawless skin, the shape of the mortis was similar to the bite marks on the human heart.
As the manager of the Ziggurat, the Butterfly had mastered the art of hiding its emotions perfectly. It would not be affected by anything from the outside world until it met Han Fei today.
The Butterfly waved its finger. A night sky that belonged to the Butterfly was hidden inside the deep blue hatred. It pointed at Han Fei's direction!
An indescribable terror crawled along the veins on the ground. The Butterfly's hatred formed its own night sky. The humans that it had trapped and toyed with were the stars in the night sky.
Countless black butterflies fluttered in the night sky. Upon closer inspection, the densely packed wings were filled with the most despairing expressions of people at the moment of death.
The butterflies formed a nightmare and they flew directly at Han Fei.
Zhuang Wen's hatred could not stop all the butterflies, even she was swallowed by the Butterfly's darkness. They were too close, it appeared like no one would be able to save Han Fei.
A weak flame lit up on the shrine. Smoke curled into the air. Han Fei stood on the shrine and straightened himself. He flicked the ash away.
When the last cigarette was lit, a heart-wrenching song came from outside the Ziggurat.
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