The 7 souls intertwined with each other. They were bound by despair and pain but even so, the 7 of them still managed to find a home for the 8th soul.
Little Eight, who hid in the deepest part of her soul, blinked her eyes. All the resentment and pain poured into her body.
The seed dropped to the ground. A ghastly blood flower bloomed in the deepest part of her soul.
When the flower bloomed, the 8 arms smashed through the walls and floor of the Ziggurat. The cute little girl and the 7 tortured souls merged to form a giant monster!
Filled with murderous intent, the monster swung his arm at Butterfly's face without saying a word.
When Zhuang Wen and Old Ghost attacked the Butterfly, the Butterfly did not react. The peace in its eyes was shattered when it saw Little Eight.
"The key? The human jigsaw puzzle is complete? "
The shock on its face lingered. The Butterfly's eyes stared right at Little Eight. It remembered the boy's face!
"Bang!"
Taking the brunt of Little Eight's punch, the Butterfly and the ball of flesh under its feet slammed into Cabinet 4444. The already broken blood world crumbled and dissolved.
"I'm going to kill you 8 times over!"
Wei Youfu's body was torn apart layer by layer. He morphed into a giant red shadow. He used his last shred of rationality to order the monster to attack the Butterfly with all its might, it would not stop until the Butterfly was dead.
Blood flowed like it had just crawled out from the flesh. The way the monster appeared was very similar to how the Butterfly morphed into a butterfly inside the flesh cocoon.
The only difference was that the butterfly swallowed other people as a sacrifice, transforming from an ugly monster into a perfect human form.
The victims of the human jigsaw case had their souls torn apart and a monster walked out from the human body.
There was a certain connection between them. Little Eight was originally a part of the Butterfly Plan, but it was destroyed by Fu Sheng.
'I didn't expect my luck to be so good. Today is the day I'm reborn. With this key, I'll be able to go deeper and find more memory fragments left behind by Fu Sheng!' A twisted smile appeared on Butterfly's face, but he was only happy for a second or two. The monster with eight arms began to attack him again.
Before meeting Han Fei, the victims of the human jigsaw case had never really fused together. Their bodies were missing crucial parts and it was not until recently that Han Fei repaired them.
In other words, other than the previous building manager, even Little Eight himself didn't know how scary he was.
The huge body moved through the Ziggurat without fear. His body was covered in a layer of flowing blood mist. Most of the Death Curses were unable to penetrate his body.
Each of the eight arms on his back contained a different kind of resentment. What was even more terrifying was that the resentment of the eight people could perfectly stack together.
Little Myna's appearance caused the look in Butterfly's eyes to change. It wasn't fear or panic, but greed and desire.
"You want to kill me? I loved you so much and poured so much effort into you. After losing news of you, my heart ached for a long time. " The butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster that was charging at it and spoke as if it was talking to its own child. Perhaps it really thought of Little Myna as its own child, but its impression of a parent's love for their child was completely distorted.
The deeper the torment and pain, the stronger the love.
Little Eight's monster form could not be maintained for too long or else the rationality that they had regained would dissipate. But this time, the victims of the human jigsaw case appeared to have reached a consensus. Even if they had to lose all rationality, they would die together with the Butterfly.
"I wish to see your struggle. Before this, when I was trapped in the cupboard, I would find the bugs in the corner of the cupboard. I would dismantle them bit by bit and grind them to death. That was my only joy at the time but now it has become a habit of mine." The Butterfly stood under his own night sky. Countless butterflies flapped their wings in the darkness. When Little Eight and Zhuang Wen got close, the skin and flesh on the Butterfly's back burst open. A pair of wings that were embedded with endless nightmares unfurled behind him.
"From the moment the song was chased away, you've already lost."
The nightmares had two large black eyes on the wings. Strange patterns flowed on the wings like blood vessels around the eyes.
Compared to the body that was covered in livor mortis, the pair of butterfly wings that were formed from flesh and blood appeared to be the true form of the Butterfly.
Its soul and flesh had already been destroyed in the nightmare. The handsome humanoid body was probably the clothes that it had found for itself, just like the many bloody clothes that hung in the world of the cupboard.
Laughter echoed. When the pair of black eyes opened, innumerable grayish black particles fell from the wings. They looked like dust particles from nightmares or shrunken human cocoons.
The Butterfly stirred up a storm of dreamy dust in the night. The particles morphed into black butterflies in the air. They could easily crawl into the bodies of ghosts and monsters marked by the Death Curse and influence their minds.
As the number of black butterflies increased, the Butterfly could even control them directly.
This ability was not only effective on Lingering Spirits, even the Old Ghost who was about to break through to True Hatred and the Jumper Ghost who failed to break through to Hatred were affected.
"Your hatred comes from me. Now that I have entered your bodies, you have merged with the person you hate the most. How does it feel to want to kill yourself?"
The Butterfly was good at toying with human nature, manipulation had become its superpower.
After being invaded by the black butterflies, Zhuang Wen's hatred exploded in her mind. She attacked everything, including herself, like a madwoman. Her rationality that was already on the verge of collapse was completely wiped out.
The Old Ghost's situation was slightly better. His Evil Soul was not affected by the black butterflies at all. The blood that he had inherited was resisting the black butterflies.
However, the Death Curse on the Old Ghost had been triggered, it was only a matter of time before his soul was destroyed.
"Now you're the only one left but I will not kill you. I will take over the body and soul of the person you care about the most before your eyes and then become the new him." The Butterfly's legs were not fully formed yet, it could not stray too far from the cupboard. After blocking Little Eight's attack, it activated the blood vessels underneath its body to drag Han Fei, who was smoking, towards it.
The Butterfly had placed a lot of importance on Han Fei but it did not expect the Ziggurat would still be a mess. It said it was fine but its heart was bleeding.
To injure the Unspeakable Song, it had sacrificed the altar and the Ziggurat. Now there was only one altar left in the Ziggurat. If it wanted to break free from the shackles of hatred, it had to protect the altar.
Currently, there was no one in the Ziggurat who could stop it. It knew the location of all the Specters. The only thing standing between it and the altar was Han Fei.
How could a mere living person stop a butterfly formed from hatred?
The wings flapped. The black butterflies continued to surge forward. The cracks on the cupboard behind the Butterfly increased. There was a price to pay for using its power.
However, the Butterfly could afford the price.
The cigarette in Han Fei's hand was about to burn out. When the smoke dissipated, the Butterfly did not even need to do anything. The swarm of black butterflies would make Han Fei beg for death.
When Han Fei's life was in danger, the people from Happiness Neighbourhood did not hesitate. They climbed onto the cocoon. They wanted to stop the Butterfly but from the looks of it, they were more likely to die with Han Fei.
To the Butterfly's surprise, Little Eight, who had already lost control, stopped attacking and went to save Han Fei after seeing that Han Fei was in danger.
It tried to grab the cocoon with its large body but the altar inside the cocoon resonated with the Butterfly. There was some kind of connection between them.
"If you've broken through to Hatred, you might be able to save him from me. Unfortunately, you're just a key. The person who stole you away from me has no intention of raising you. He's just like me, he's just using you. "
The giant cocoon of veins exploded under the butterfly's control, and the veins connected to its body seized the altar in the chaos and pulled it together with Han Fei to itself.
Seeing the approaching Butterfly, Han Fei's eyes were bloodshot. He bit on the cigarette, gripped the altar with one hand and the Blade of Rebirth with the other.
"It's useless. The future in a nightmare will only happen in a nightmare." The black eyes on the Butterfly's wings stared at the Blade of Rebirth in Han Fei's hand. As the wings flapped, countless black butterflies swarmed at Han Fei.
Nothing seemed to be able to be changed. Even if the Rebirth Knife could kill the butterfly, he didn't have the ability to wield it anymore.
One was a normal person and the other was a monster that had transformed into Hatred many years ago. The difference in power was enough to wipe out all schemes.
"The eyes on my wings have been watching you, be it in real life or here. I will make good use of your body and become the version of yourself that you hate the most. "
The smoke dissipated. The black butterflies pierced through Han Fei's limbs like chains. He tried his best to grab the Blade of Rebirth but the blade that the Butterfly feared the most still fell into the darkness.
"What do you have now?" Even though the Butterfly was unable to move, even though it was injured, it was still a manifestation of Hatred and it was one of the scarier ones.
The wings trapped Old Ghost and Zhuang Wen while the twisted body fought with Little Eight. At the same time, it controlled the blood vessels to pull Han Fei and the altar to its side.
Until now, nothing had escaped the Butterfly's control.
When it saw Han Fei's Blade of Rebirth fall, a smile appeared on the Butterfly's twisted face. The future had been rewritten, it was the one who had the last laugh.
The sad music started again inside the Ziggurat. One by one, the paper dolls crawled out from the rubble, preparing for the last ritual of the Night of Resurrection.
The Butterfly dragged Han Fei to its side. It needed Han Fei's body, it wanted to be reborn as Han Fei and then take over all the memory fragments left behind by Fu Sheng to obtain the most mysterious thing in the cryptic world.
Han Fei, who was separated from the Butterfly, got closer and closer to the Butterfly. Just as the Butterfly was about to reach Han Fei and the altar, a trace of emotion appeared in Han Fei's eyes.
The hand that was not holding the blade had been hiding a talisman but when he got close to the Butterfly, he activated the talisman that he had brought out from Cattle Alley.
The stench of decay instantly filled the Ziggurat. Blood vessels tore through the Butterfly's night sky like spider webs.
When the talisman was fully activated, a man wearing a pig's mask with 8 different shadows behind him walked out from the talisman.
His body reeked of blood and flesh and his chest was empty. He seemed to have placed his heart somewhere else. At that moment, there was only endless hatred for the Butterfly in his chest!
"It's not easy to fool you, I've used 10 years to hide myself."
The familiar voice rang in its ears. The smile on the Butterfly's face froze. It hissed through gritted teeth.
"Spider!"
Huang Yin was the only man who had defeated the Butterfly. Before Huang Yin, there was another man who fought the Butterfly from real life to the cryptic world. There was no clear victor between them.
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