My Healing Games

Chapter 389 The Butterfly Must Die! (4000)

After the landlord died, his three children offered him three cigarettes, which later ended up in Han Fei's hands.

Each cigarette represents the lingering regret of one of the landlord's children. Lighting a cigarette is believed to awaken the remaining consciousness of the child and grant the landlord protection before the smoke dissipates.

When Han Fei met Zhuang Ren in real life, he entered the old house where the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals used to live. He unexpectedly discovered a broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and a piece of children's clothing covered in paint, on which were written words of blessing for his child.

The music box also contains a song used to summon spirits, the melody of which is almost identical to the songs of the Deep World.

From this, Han Fei deduced that the song in the deep world might belong to one of the landlord's three children.

Even if the inference is wrong, it's really not a big deal.

Han Fei had realized something: every time he lit a cigarette, the singing would resonate with him.

The first time I lit a cigarette was at Yimin Convenience Store. Not long after the cigarette started burning, singing began to play on Yimin Street.

The second time was in Building No. 1 of the Dead Building. He had just lit a cigarette when the singing suddenly increased as if it had been stimulated.

The first two times Han Fei lit a cigarette, he immediately quit the game, causing the song to lose its target. But this time, Han Fei wasn't going to hide, and he had nowhere to hide anyway.

With nowhere to run, Han Fei displayed a magnanimity in the face of life and death that was incomprehensible to ordinary people. His gaze passed through the smoke and looked at the butterfly, as if he were staring at the falling ashes.

I'll stand on your shrine and let a bug eat your heart, what can you do about it?
Smoke swirled around Han Fei, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion. Behind Han Fei, where the smoke dissipated, a pair of indifferent eyes vaguely opened.

If Han Fei turned around, he would find that the eyes were very similar to the eyes he had seen in the shrine in the Happiness Community.

Han Fei was unaware of what lay behind him; he was simply used to not showing his fear, and at this moment, there was not a trace of panic or apprehension on his face.

Despite having nothing, it seemed as if the outcome was already decided.

No matter how magnanimous Han Fei appeared, it didn't really have much of an impact on the butterfly. The problem was that after Han Fei lit a cigarette, the singing outside the building seemed to be suddenly and violently stimulated, tearing through the black mist and deathly intent layer by layer, trying to force its way into the dead building!

The cigarette Han Fei just lit seemed like a signal to start taking action; none of this seemed like a coincidence.

The butterfly's legs are not yet fully formed, and the cabinet door behind it is not completely repaired. It absolutely will not allow an unspeakable, terrifying being to enter this place.

"How long has it been since I've encountered something this bad? Everything was going according to plan, and I haven't seen anything unexpected happen in a long time."

The building was shaking, as if it would collapse at any moment. Under the relentless onslaught of the song, a gap was torn open in the black mist formed from the will to die.

The mournful song rang in everyone's ears, as if a pool of ice water had been poured into their souls, chilling them to the bone from the inside out.

Blood vessels buried in the dead building burst, and large amounts of black blood flowed from the floor and walls. Everything in sight was distorted by the terrifying aura.

Even if it's someone who has suffered severe injuries and is beyond the reach of ordinary hatred.

Blood crimson appeared in the night sky above the butterfly, threatening to stain the black sky red. The butterfly knew that if it didn't act soon, the Dead Building would surely be destroyed.

No one can defy the unspeakable will, and the consequence of their anger is the erasure of the buildings they once lived in.

"This building is my altar for changing bodies. If you want to overturn my altar, don't blame me for smashing your shrine. By the way, you're seriously injured, so you probably don't even have your own shrine anymore, right?" The blood vessels connecting the butterfly's feet to the dead building suddenly extended upwards. While controlling all its death intent to block the singing, it also dragged down its shrine on the top floor.

There are two shrines in the dead building, one on the top floor and one on the bottom floor.

Now, the bottom shrine is under Han Fei's feet, the broken heart enshrined inside is being gnawed on by the Great Evil, and the butterfly has shifted its focus to another shrine.

"The Night of Return of the Soul has arrived, and the shrine left by the previous administrator is of no use to me anymore. Soon I will have a new body, and whether I become a human or a god is entirely up to me!"

The family photo that was placed on the altar on the top floor was stuffed into the shrine by a butterfly. Before the singing completely invaded the dead building, it opened the shrine on the top floor.

Inside the ordinary shrine was a headless statue. The half-foot-tall statue looked like an old man with a tall and straight figure, but his body was marked with countless death curses.

When the butterfly's family portrait touched the statue, the deformed figure hidden in the family portrait instantly burrowed into the statue, and the dense death curses were activated. The butterfly began to frantically pour the death intent of the Death Tower into the statue.

At the same time, all the countless idols that the evil spirit had summoned from under the bed in room 4144 underwent changes. They wailed and screamed, and then exploded one by one.

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

The head's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were sewn shut with countless death curses. It had eyes and ears, but could neither hear nor see.

Han Fei and the others in Xingfu Community also saw the head. It had the same face as the previous building manager of Xingfu Community!
"Fragments of memories left behind by the previous building manager!" Han Fei's pupils shrank instantly. The previous building manager's memories had been divided into several parts. The part containing the black box memories was hidden in Happiness Community, while the other fragments of memories were scattered in other buildings in the Deep World.

Han Fei desperately wanted to save the former building manager's head, but he lacked the ability to do so.

"I'm too lazy to dig into your memories anymore. Since you don't want to tell me anything, then just take those secrets and disappear forever." Butterfly grabbed the head of the previous building manager, which had been sealed by the death curse, and stuffed it back into the shrine. Then she pieced together the statue's body, which was filled with death energy, with the old man's head.

One after another, death curses emerged from the old man's body, piercing his skin and carrying his divinity, staining the shrine.

The shrine enshrining the old man's statue was defiled by the Death Curse. Some taboo seemed to be triggered, and black blood seeped from the seven orifices of the old man that had been stitched together by the Death Curse. In the end, all the curses in his body turned into the word "death".

"Using unspeakable memories and curses from the shrine, that should be enough to severely injure it again, right?" The butterfly standing in the darkness manipulated all the black mist within the dead building, tearing apart the old man's statue and head.

A giant black flower bloomed amidst the deathly aura, and all the black mist converged at a single point.

Han Fei, who was far away, also witnessed this terrifying scene. After the death aura was completely absorbed, he saw a giant, blood-red hand in the song.

He encountered this hand twice while exiting the game, and was almost grabbed both times.

"Can't my eyes see the whole picture?"

Han Fei, who was only at level thirteen, witnessed a battle far beyond his capabilities, and the flowers that had exhausted the deathly intent within the building bloomed amidst the song.

But what Han Fei and Butterfly didn't expect was that when the old man's head and body unleashed the most terrifying death curse, the huge bloody hand and the song behind it not only didn't dodge, but seemed to open its arms on its own initiative, as if it wanted to put the old man's head into its heart.

The Death Curse erupted! The song was filled with despair and pain, and everyone heard the sound of something shattering.

Blood rained down from the sky, the black mist dissipated, and only Building No. 4 in the entire Dead Building complex remained normal; the other three buildings were completely covered in flesh and blood and curses.

The butterfly consumed the deathly aura that had accumulated beneath the Dead Tower for countless years, destroying a shrine and all the death curses upon it. In return, it seemed to have damaged the song.

"died?"

After a brief pause, the song rang in everyone's ears again, but even without the black mist blocking their way, they still couldn't find its location. It was as if it lived in their hearts, and as long as they couldn't forget the fear it brought, it would appear at any time.

"Prepare to rescue Han Fei." The Mirror God, carried on the back of the Firefly Dragon, spoke: "The song has faded away. It took the head of the previous building manager and that defiled shrine. When it returns, it may be something truly unspeakable."

"Shouldn't we wait a little longer? The situation is still unclear, and the building manager should be safe for now." Li Zai looked towards where Han Fei was.

All the butterflies that flew to Han Fei's side lost their way in the smoke. The butterflies' darkness enveloped everything, but they could not harm Han Fei in the slightest.

At this moment, Han Fei stood under the night sky above the butterflies, smoking a cigarette, looking at the specks of humanity imprisoned in the darkness, his eyes filled with pity.

Even at this point, he seemed more concerned about others than his own safety. What a noble sentiment!

"We can't wait any longer!" A voice rang out from the back of the crowd. Wei Youfu took off his hat, his gaze fixed on Han Fei. He knew Han Fei too well: "Make your move!"

At this moment, the deathly aura of the shrine on the top floor and the entire dead building had just erupted, and the remaining curses and hatred that could burn the soul drifted everywhere, but the people of Happiness Community did not hesitate.

Those figures went straight into the Butterfly Night. Perhaps the Butterfly Night contained many nightmares and gathered the most terrifying things in the world, but none of them retreated.

Are you in such a hurry to die?

The butterfly's skin was covered in lividity, and its handsome face looked like a poorly made puzzle piece, with a sense of death constantly emanating from beneath its skin.

The collision had also greatly affected the butterfly; many of the blood vessels it controlled had been severed. However, in its view, paying such a price to drive away the unspeakable was still a worthwhile trade-off.

“When I was still alive, everyone wanted me dead. I tried very hard to please them, but in the end, all I got in return was doubled disgust.”

"I've been thinking about this: if I pretend to have amnesia, will they just throw me away like a stranger? Maybe I'm not even a stranger? Just an object?"

The residents of Happiness Community walked through the darkness of the butterfly-shaped night, and no matter how dangerous it was, they continued to move towards Han Fei's direction.

This is a pitiful group of people, a lovely group of people, and a group of people who annoy and disgust the butterfly.

“You want to save him? Then I won’t let you have your way. The only thing that makes me happy in this world is seeing all of you struggle and then be met with despair.”

Every time the butterfly utters a word, the glimmer of humanity in the darkness behind it screams in agony.

When the painful sounds reached everyone's ears, they discovered that those points of light actually imprisoned a large number of souls on their deathbeds!
The butterflies tormented them, listening to their cries and pain, deriving a twisted pleasure from it!
Those shimmering points of light, emanating despair from their painful cries, infuse the butterfly's night with their own, making its darkness even more somber and gloomy.

"Be careful, this blackness is made up of butterflies hatched from human cocoons, countless butterflies of the worst aspects of human nature, gathered together to form this disgusting thing." The Mirror God knew a great deal; his mirror could not reflect the night, only the densely packed, overlapping black butterflies: "Hatred can affect the surroundings, but to turn into night, this monster's strength is far from enough."

The butterflies that make up the night are fluttering, and the butterfly standing in the flesh and blood can't help but attack the people in the Happiness Community. But when it raises its arm, a hideous ghostly figure full of evil energy grabs the butterfly's wrist.

"You think you can kill my soul?"

The old ghost's eyes burned with hatred, and the longing in his blood surged to his hands, intertwining with the hatred in his heart.

Its ten fingers turned blood red, and any souls it touched would quickly age and rot.

This is the old ghost's deepest hidden ability: he and the souls he touches will age together.

The legacy passed down through generations resides in the spine. When the patriarch dies, the head at the top of the spine withers like a flower, but the old ghost does not die; the next generation will emerge from the spine and become the new pillar.

In less than a second of touch, two faces in the old ghost's spine were permanently erased, while the butterfly's wrist only gained some wrinkles and the lividity expanded again.

If the caster is not killed, the death curse will not be broken, and everyone will die. For the sake of the family's continuation, there is no fear or retreat on the old ghost's back.

One after another, they risked their lives to preserve the last vestige of their bloodline!
"I raised you, you old dog, not so you could bite me." Butterfly's five fingers slowly closed, and the points of light in the night exploded one by one. The negative emotions tormented by humanity quickly entered Butterfly's body, helping it recover while slowly forming a new death curse that crawled toward the old ghost's arm.

Old Ghost alone was no match for Butterfly. Even with the belief that he was doomed, he could only delay Butterfly's advance. However, Old Ghost was not the only one who hated Butterfly to the core.

A scream rang out, and a huge red shadow, covered in blood, charged toward the butterfly.

Zhuang Wen had gone mad. When she saw Butterfly's face, she completely lost control of her killing intent. She felt that the only meaning of her existence was to tear the deformed monster in front of her to pieces.

In order to create another butterfly, the manager of the dead building drove Zhuang Wen to jump off the building. That despair and pain brewed into a completely twisted hatred.

As Zhuang Wen rushed toward the butterfly, Wei Youfu, who was in the crowd, also began to walk forward.

He walked step by step through the remaining black mist and hatred, his body frail and weak.

He looked at the wounded Han Fei, at the countless remnant souls imprisoned in the darkness by butterflies, and finally at himself.

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

A pale hand reached out towards the butterfly high above. Wei Youfu, who had always been easy to talk to, slowly began to bleed from his eyes.

"Whatever the reason, the butterfly must die!"

Blood instantly spread across his back, and eight arms tore through Wei Youfu's body like gods, slamming him heavily to the ground!

Thank you to White Night Aurora, the leader! Thank you to Big Fat Buddha Immortal, the leader!

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