My Healing Games

Chapter 388 Who is whose trump card?
"All the deathly aura beneath the Dead Building originates from that cocoon?"

The deathly intent that had rotted underground for countless years was completely stirred by the butterfly. The black mist formed entirely from the deathly intent engulfed everyone present. The intense deathly intent assaulted each soul, etching the deepest despair into everyone's heart.

Nightmares flowed through the black veins, intertwined in a dense mass, the enormous cocoon resembling a sea monster emerging from the deep waters.

"Is that Butterfly's trump card? His real secret weapon that allows him to confront the unspeakable?"

The foundation of the Dead Building was taken out by the butterfly. When the giant cocoon of flesh and blood emerged, the wardrobe world shattered completely and merged with the deeper world.

Those blood-stained clothes hanging in the wardrobe world have become lonely souls covered in blood. They have long lost their own consciousness. Although they still exist, they seem to be just clothes that can be worn by anyone at will.

The monsters in the wardrobe world became nourishment for the butterflies. All the wardrobes shattered under the death curse, and the butterflies used their power to repair the cracks in the wardrobes behind them.

The wounds inflicted by the old ghost with all his might were healing rapidly, and the butterfly's legs were slowly emerging from the deformed flesh. Coupled with the shock brought by the giant cocoon, no one present dared to make a move.

Perhaps the butterfly wasn't lying; everything was under its control.

As the manager of the dead building, it knows every blade of grass and every tree here like the back of its hand. All the ghosts and monsters are just puppets in its hands. How can a puppet rebel against its master?
As death seeped into his body, Butterfly's handsome face regained its composure.

"Everything must get back on track!"

Its empty chest faced the giant cocoon, and it murmured, calling out a strange name.

Countless blood vessels pulled the giant cocoon out from the depths of the ground. Everyone could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the giant cocoon. That aura was mixed with the will to die, far exceeding hatred. The terrifying feeling was indescribable!
"The future you see in your nightmares is ultimately just a nightmare."

The butterfly spoke these words to the giant cocoon, and a twisted smile appeared on its face, which could be described as bewitching. Then, its slender hands plunged fiercely into the giant cocoon.

The blood vessels flowing with nightmares slowly open like flower petals, and the flower containing the nightmares of countless children blooms in the deep world. The most terrifying thing in this entire dead building is about to appear!
No one was not afraid and nervous; all eyes were fixed on the center of the giant cocoon.

The aura of death dissipated, and the several-meter-long, deep black blood vessels were merely veins on the branches and leaves; the real blood flowers were hidden in the very center of the giant cocoon.

When that splash of red appeared, everyone's gaze, including the butterfly's, changed.

A colossal red figure rose from the deepest part of the cocoon of blood vessels, her entire body burning with hatred and death. Before this colossal red figure, a man, holding a knife in one hand, half-squatted on the shrine where the gods resided, coldly observing everything around him.

"Han Fei?"

Everyone reacted differently upon seeing that figure.

The residents of Xingfu Community recognized Han Fei almost instantly. While they were taken aback, they subconsciously began to move closer to where Han Fei was. There was nothing to be afraid of, because their building manager was standing there.

The Death Curse was activated, and the old ghost, who didn't have much time left, also saw Han Fei. His evil soul's eyes, full of wickedness, held a hint of confusion.

Through the butterfly's previous words, he knew that his soul had been split. After communicating with the old ghost, he also understood that a person's soul can be divided into different souls based on memories, some of which are good souls and some of which are evil souls.

Gazing at the madman who was trampling the shrine with his living body, the Evil Soul narrowed his eyes slightly. He compared the two repeatedly and finally came to a conclusion: "Is that my Evil Soul? He is indeed insane!"

Upon hearing the laughter of the evil spirit, terrifying scars resembling lividity appeared on Butterfly's handsome face, and the chill in its eyes caused the temperature of the Death Tower to drop.

No living person can enter the bottom floor of the Dead Building, and no one knows the location of the shrine except for himself.

How did he withstand the deathly aura emanating from the deepest part of the Death Tower? Why was he completely unharmed despite being cursed with death? Normally, losing one's childhood and understanding of good and evil should slowly erase one's memories, but he seems completely unaffected. How did that useless person from Building One, who failed to break through the hatred barrier, end up with him? Why do all the ghosts seem to enjoy being with this ugly thing?!
The butterfly had too many questions in its heart. It had planned everything and spent years laying out its plans from the human world to the underworld. But in just a few weeks, an ordinary person stood on the shrine that it had prepared for itself!

The torn chest yearned for something, and the depths of its soul felt like a knife slowly cutting into its flesh. The lividity on the butterfly's face increased; it hadn't felt this emotion in a long time.

"When I become you, I will make you kill everyone who cares about you with your own hands, and make you live in pain and despair for all eternity!"

Boundless hatred surged from the torn chest; it was clear that the hatred emanating from Butterfly far surpassed that of the old ghost and the ghost who jumped off the building.

Veins stretched toward the shrine. As the giant cocoon was dragged toward the butterfly, the shrine, shrouded in layers of blood, was exposed to everyone's eyes. Everyone saw the broken heart in the shrine, and the great evil that was struggling to gnaw at it!

If it was barely acceptable for Han Fei to be half-squatting on the shrine that the butterfly had prepared for him, then the fact that the heart inside the shrine was being gnawed at by a hideous and ugly worm had completely crossed the butterfly's bottom line!

Lividity marks kept appearing on the flawless skin, and the shapes of those marks were very similar to the bite marks on a human heart.

As the manager of the dead building, Butterfly had long been able to perfectly hide its emotions and not be disturbed by anything from the outside world, until today when it met Han Fei.

With a flick of the wrist, a night sky filled with deep blue hatred, belonging to a butterfly, pointed in the direction where Han Fei was!

An indescribable sense of terror crept rapidly along the veins on the ground; the butterfly's hatred formed its own night sky, and the humanity it imprisoned and manipulated was the starlight of the deep night.

Countless black butterflies fluttered in the night sky, and upon closer inspection, their densely packed wings bore the most desperate expressions of people at the moment of death.

Those butterflies formed a nightmare, flying directly towards where Han Fei was.

Zhuang Wen's hatred couldn't stop all the butterflies; she herself was shrouded in the darkness of the butterflies. They were too close, and it seemed that no one could save Han Fei.

A faint flame lit up the shrine, and wisps of smoke drifted in the air. Han Fei stood up straight, stepping on the shrine, and gently flicked off the ashes.

As the last cigarette was lit, a heart-wrenching song rang out from outside the building.

(End of this chapter)