My Iyashikei Game

After the landlord died, his three children respected him three cigarettes, and the three cigarettes later went into Han Fei's hands.

Each of these cigarettes corresponds to the residual thoughts of a child of the landlord. Lighting the cigarette can awaken the remaining consciousness of the other party and obtain its shelter before the smoke dissipates.

When he met Zhuang Ren in reality, Han Fei once entered the old house where the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical used to live, and accidentally found a broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and a stained The children's clothes of pigments have words and blessings for their children written on them.

Among them, there is still a song used for conjuring souls in the music box, and the melody is almost the same as the singing of the deep world.

From this, Han Fei deduced that the singing voice of the deep world may be one of the three children of the landlord.

Even if the inference is wrong, it doesn't really matter.

Han Fei has realized one thing. Every time he lights a cigarette, his singing will feel something in his heart.

The first time I lit a cigarette was at the Yimin convenience store. Not long after the cigarette burned, the song appeared on Yimin Street.

The second time was in Building No. 1 of the Dead Building. As soon as he lit a cigarette, his singing suddenly increased as if he was stimulated.

The first two times Han Fei quit the game after lighting the cigarette, making the song lose his target, but this time Han Fei was not going to hide, and he had nowhere to hide.

There was no way to escape, Han Fei showed a broadness that ordinary people could not understand before life and death. His eyes looked at the butterfly through the smoke, and his eyes felt as if he was staring at the falling soot.

I'll step on your shrine and let a bug eat your heart, what can you do?

The smoke lingered around Han Fei, as if blurring the boundary between reality and illusion. Behind Han Fei, where the smoke drifted, a pair of indifferent eyes opened faintly.

If Han Fei looked back, he would find that the eyes were very similar to the eyes he saw in the shrine of the happy community.

Han Fei didn't know what was behind him. He was just used to not expressing his fear. At this time, there was no trace of panic and fear on his face.

Obviously there is nothing, but it seems that the overall situation has been settled.

Han Fei's open-mindedness actually didn't have much impact on Butterfly. The problem was that after Han Fei lit the cigarette, the singing outside the building seemed to be suddenly stimulated violently, tearing through layers of black mist and death. Want to forcibly enter the dead building!

The cigarette that Han Fei lit just now was like a signal to start, and all this did not seem like a coincidence.

Now the butterfly's legs have not yet been formed, and the cabinet door behind it has not been fully repaired. It will definitely not allow an unspeakable horror to enter here.

"How long has it been so bad? Everything is going according to plan, and I haven't seen an accident happen in a long time."

The building was shaking, and it seemed that it would collapse in the next second. Under the attack of the singing at all costs, the black fog condensed by death was torn open.

The mournful singing sounded in everyone's ears, as if a pool of ice water had been poured between the souls, from the inside out, cold to the bone.

The blood vessels buried in the dead building burst, and a large amount of black blood flowed out from the floor and walls. As far as the eye could see, all the items were distorted by the terrifying aura.

Even if it is unspeakable who has been seriously injured, it is far from being blocked by ordinary hatred.

There was blood in the night sky of the butterfly, and the black color had a tendency to be dyed red. The butterfly knew that if he didn't do anything, the dead building would definitely be destroyed.

No one can go against the unspeakable will, and the result of their anger is that they will be wiped out together with the buildings that have survived.

"This building is the table for my body replacement. If you want to overturn my table, then don't blame me for smashing your shrine. By the way, you are seriously injured, I'm afraid you don't even have your own shrine, right?" The blood vessels connected to the dead building suddenly extended upwards, and while it controlled all the dead intentions to block the singing, it also dragged down the shrine to which the top floor belonged.

There are two shrines in the Dead Building, one on the top and one on the bottom.

Now the bottom shrine was stepped on by Han Fei, and the broken heart enshrined in it was bitten by the big evil. Butterfly put his focus on another shrine.

"The night of returning to the soul has come, and the shrine left by the previous manager is of no use to me. Immediately I will have a new body, be a human being, or be a god, it's all up to me to choose!"

The family portrait placed on the offering table on the top floor was stuffed into the shrine by the butterfly, which opened the shrine on the top floor before the singing completely invaded the death floor.

Among the ordinary shrines is a headless statue. The half-foot-tall statue looks like an old man. He is tall and straight, but countless death curses are engraved on his body.

When Butterfly's family portrait touched the statue, the deformed figure hidden in the family portrait instantly got into the statue, and the dense death curse was activated, and the butterfly began to frantically pour the death of the dead building into the statue.

At the same time, the countless statues that the Spirit of Evil drew from under the bed in Room 4144 all changed. They cried and screamed, and then burst open one by one.

The hair wrapped in white paper and the fine flesh and blood in the statue were scattered on the ground. They gathered from all directions and slowly formed the head of an old man.

The eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of that head were sewn up by countless death spells. He had eyes and ears, but he couldn't hear or see.

On the other side, Han Fei and everyone in Xingfu Community also saw the head, and he had the same face as the previous boss of Xingfu Community!

"Previous Chief

Memories left behind! "Han Fei's pupils shrank instantly, and the memory of the head of the building was divided into several parts. The part that hides the black box memory is hidden in the happy community, and the other memory fragments are scattered in other buildings in the deep world.

Han Fei wanted to save the head of the head of the building, but he didn't have the ability.

"I'm too lazy to continue digging up your memories. Since you don't want to tell me anything, then disappear with those secrets forever." Butterfly grabbed the head of the previous building director, which was sealed by the death curse, and recreated it. Stuffed into the shrine, and then spliced ​​the body of the statue filled with death with the head of the old man.

Strings of death curses drilled out of the old man's body, pierced his skin, carried his divinity, and stained the shrine.

The shrine enshrining the statue of the old man was tainted by the death curse, and some kind of taboo seemed to be triggered. Black blood oozes out of the seven orifices stitched by the death curse, and all the curse words in his body finally turned into a word of death.

"Using the unspeakable memory and the shrine to cast a spell, this should be able to seriously injure it again, right?" Butterfly, standing under the dark night, manipulated all the dark fog in the death building, tearing the statue and head of the old man to pieces.

A huge black flower bloomed in death, and all the black mist converged to one point.

Han Fei in the distance also saw this terrifying scene. After all the will of death was absorbed, he saw a huge blood-red hand in the singing.

In the process of exiting the game before, he encountered this hand twice and was almost caught by the opponent.

"Can't my eyes see the whole of it?"

Only Han Fei, who was only at the thirteenth level, witnessed a fight that was far beyond his ability, and the flowers that had exhausted the death in the building bloomed in the singing.

But what Han Fei and Butterfly didn't expect was that when the old man's head and body burst with the most terrifying death curse, the huge bloody hand and the singing behind it not only did not dodge, but seemed to open their arms actively. It was as if he wanted to put the head of the old man into his heart.

The curse of death broke out! There was deep despair and pain in the singing, and everyone heard the sound of something shattering.

The sky rained blood, and the black fog dissipated. In the entire dead building community, only Building No. 4 was normal, and the other three buildings were completely covered with flesh and blood and curses.

Butterfly consumed the death intent that had been deposited underground for countless years, abolished a shrine and all the death spells on it, and seemed to hurt the singing at the cost.

"died?"

After a short pause, the singing sounded in everyone's ears again, but even if there was no black fog blocking it, everyone still couldn't find its location, as if it lived in people's hearts, as long as they couldn't forget the fear it brought. , it will appear anytime.

"Prepare to save Han Fei." The Mirror God, who was carried behind Yinglong's back, said: "The singing has gone away, and it took away the head of the former head of the building and the defiled shrine. When it comes back, it may be the real one. Indescribable."

"Don't wait any longer? The situation is still unclear. The building manager should be safe for the time being." Li Zhan looked at where Han Fei was.

All the butterflies that flew to Han Fei lost their way in the smoke. The night of butterflies covered everything, but they couldn't hurt Han Fei in the slightest.

At this time, Han Fei was smoking a cigarette, standing under the night sky of butterflies, looking at the light spot of humanity imprisoned in the night, showing pity in his eyes.

At this time, he seems to be more worried about others than his own safety. What kind of sentiment is this?

"Can't wait any longer!" There was a voice at the end of the crowd. Wei Youfu took off his hat and fixed his eyes on Han Fei. He knew Han Fei too well: "Do it!"

At this time, the death intent of the shrine on the top floor and the entire dead building just broke out, and the residual curse and hatred that can burn the soul floated around, but everyone in the happy community did not hesitate.

Those figures entered directly into the dark night of the butterfly. Perhaps the dark night of the butterfly contained a lot of nightmares and gathered the most terrifying things in the world, but none of them retreated.

"Are you in a hurry to die?"

There were a lot of corpse spots on the butterfly's skin, and its handsome face seemed to be an inferior puzzle, and the intention of death continued to emerge from the skin.

The collision just now also had a great impact on the butterfly. A lot of the blood vessels it controlled had been broken, but in his opinion, paying such a price to drive away an unspeakable person was still very profitable.

"When I was alive before, everyone wanted me to die. I tried very hard to please them, but in the end I got double the disgust."

"I've been thinking about a question, if I pretend to have amnesia, will they be thrown away as a stranger? Maybe I'm not even a stranger, right? Just a thing?"

The residents of Xingfu Community are walking in the dark night of butterflies. No matter how dangerous the front is, they are still moving in the direction of Han Fei.

This is a group of poor people, but also a group of lovely people, but also a group of people who make butterflies annoyed and disgusting.

"You want to save him? Then I just can't do what you want. The only thing that makes me happy in this world is to see all of you struggling hard, and you will be disappointed."

Every time the butterfly said a word, the human light spot in the dark night behind it would scream.

When the painful voice reached everyone's ears, everyone discovered that a large number of dying souls were imprisoned in those light spots!

The butterflies have been tormenting them, listening to their wailing and pain for the twisted thrill!

Those shining points of light, when the pain and wailing, the despair emanating from the body will be injected into the butterfly.

In the dark night of the butterfly, its night became more gloomy and dark.

"Be careful, this piece of black is made of butterflies hatched from human chrysalis. The worst butterflies in countless human natures have converged into this disgusting thing." Mirror God knows a lot, and his mirror cannot reflect the night. , can only show the densely overlapping black butterflies: "Hate can affect the surrounding, but if you want to turn into night, the strength of this monster is not enough."

The butterflies that make up the night are flying, and the butterfly standing in the flesh can't help but shoot at everyone in the happy community, but when it raised its arm, a ferocious ghost full of evil spirits grabbed the butterfly's wrist.

"You still want to kill my soul?"

The hatred in the eyes of the old ghost was like fire, and the thoughts in the blood flowed into his hands, intertwined with the hatred in his heart.

Its ten fingers turned blood red, and any soul touched by him would rapidly age and rot.

This is the deepest hidden ability of the old ghost, and he and the soul he touches will age together.

The inheritance of the ancestors from generation to generation is in the spine. When the parent dies of old age, the head at the top of the spine will wither like a flower, but the old ghost will not die, and the younger generation will emerge from the spine and become a new pillar.

With a touch of less than a second, two faces in the old ghost's spine have been erased forever, and there are only a few more wrinkles on Butterfly's wrist, and the corpse spot has expanded again.

If you don't kill the caster, the death spell will not touch, and everyone will die. For the continuation of the family, there is no face on the back of the old ghost who is afraid and shrinks.

Going forward and succeeding, just to keep the last trace of blood!

"I didn't raise you, an old dog, to let you bite me." Butterfly's five fingers slowly closed, the light spots in the night burst open one by one, and the negative emotions that were tortured in human nature quickly penetrated into Butterfly's body , while helping it recover, it also slowly formed a new death curse, crawling towards the old ghost's arm.

The old ghost is far from the Butterfly's opponent. Even if he holds the belief of mortal death, he can only delay the Butterfly's footsteps, but the old ghost is not the only one who hates Butterfly.

Screams sounded, and a giant red shadow charged towards the butterfly with bloodstains all over its body.

Zhuang Wen has gone crazy. When she saw Butterfly's face, her killing intent was completely uncontrollable. She felt that all the meaning of her existence was to slash the deformed monster in front of her.

In order to create another butterfly, the manager of the dead building forced Zhuang Wen to jump off the building. The despair and pain bred a completely twisted hatred.

When Zhuang Wen rushed towards the butterfly, Wei Youfu in the crowd also began to walk forward.

Weak, he walked step by step in the remaining black fog and hatred.

He looked at the scarred Han Fei, looked at the countless remnant souls imprisoned by butterflies in the dark night, and finally looked at himself.

"The human body puzzle might have been a fun toy for it, but it cost the eight of us everything."

The pale hand stretched out to the high butterfly, Wei Youfu, who has always been very talkative, his eyes slowly began to bleed.

"Whatever the reason, the butterfly must die!"

The blood spread on the back instantly, and the eight arms tore open Wei Youfu's body like a god, and slammed it to the ground!