My Healing Game

Anyway, he was immortal, and Han Fei had no need to stain Zhuang Wen's human hands with blood.

Taking the corpse of the baby covered in death curse, Han Fei's hideous ghost lines appeared on his body, his arm was bloody, and his five fingers firmly held the mortal butcher knife.

Butcher at midnight, killing is his profession.

"The suffering in this world is too heavy for him, I'm here to relieve him."

One hand grabbed the handle of the knife, and the bright blade became the only fire in the dead building.

With his arms swung down, the most beautiful force of human nature opened his arms above the blade and gently hugged the baby who was imprisoned in the depths of despair.

"cut!"

A blade thin as a cicada's wing slashed across the chest of the corpse, and the pitch-black text melted like snow, and the cursing needle thread that had penetrated the corpse was cut off. The extremely sharp knife finally landed on the incomplete butterfly wing.

Not far away, a large number of jumpers gushed out all around her body, and her eyes had been dyed black. At this time, she was completely enveloped in malice, and every inch of her skin was stained with death, emitting a rotten smell.

She rushed to Han Fei desperately, and at the same time there was a sharp cry from outside Building 1, as if someone had suddenly been stabbed with a knife.

"Don't you hate such a person the most? Why do you want to be like this?"

The little humanity stood in front of Han Fei. She opened her arms and looked at a huge ghost that was ten times larger than her, without dodge.

Under the control of some kind of power, the ghost of jumping from the building had already ignored her own humanity. Her broken arm shot directly, and countless death curses smashed the little girl and Han Fei.

At this moment, the Resurrection Knife melted the death curse and cut into the broken butterfly wing!

The fascinating and weird pattern shattered under the blade, and the butterfly wings were like a lock.

When it was smashed by the death knife, the heart of the jumper, the divorced mother, the syringe girl and the little girl all shed blood, and the things that imprison their hearts were chopped up, and the death curse no longer appeared on their bodies and was suppressed A certain subtle connection slowly emerged in several memories.

The **** palms stopped on the top of the little girl's head, the jumper covered with death curses, her outstretched arm was being broken a little bit, she screamed and wailed in pain, kept roaring in her mouth, and blood and tears flowed from her eyes. Obviously he is the strongest ghost in Building One, but he looks helpless like a child whose neck is locked by an iron chain.

The curse of death was still competing with the jumper for her body. The girl who symbolized the only remaining humanity caught the jumper. She was quickly thrown away. When she got up again, the syringe girl and the divorced mother also came over.

The same part of their bodies gradually appeared, a circle of scars appeared on their ankles, a strong smell was emitted from their bodies, their hair was scattered, their hearts were bleeding, their eyes were hollow, and they were numb to forget the pain.

One hand grabbed the **** body of the jumper, and the death curse spread to everyone. Anyone touched by the jumper would die. This is the death curse on her!

A vicious curse full of death has penetrated into the hearts of the divorced mother and the syringe girl. It is not so much that they were killed by the jumper, it is more that they gave up on themselves.

At the last moment when the memory dissipated, the black curse words that poured into their bodies were stained with their blood and their memories.

When the death curse returned to the body of the jumper ghost, her scattered memories and consciousness reintegrated, and her torn body and unrecognizable face were restored a little bit, revealing her original appearance.

"I still remember you at that time, you only have yourself."

In the end, the little girl who symbolized Zhuang Wen's humanity also opened her hand. She was like a child hugging her separated mother and ran into the arms of a jumper.

When he was held tightly by the death curse, he merged into the body of the jumper.

The last piece of the memory puzzle is finally complete, and a woman's face quietly appeared under the shocking death curse densely seen on the body of the jumper.

She didn't inherit the beauty of her mother, but she possessed a kind of temperament that belonged to her, and her green cheeks were twisted in extreme pain.

As Han Fei drew out the resurrection knife, when the baby's corpse and the butterfly's wings turned into ashes, the hatred of the sky burst out from the jumping ghost, like a knife about to split the dead building!

The death curse all over his body turned into black water, mixed with blood dripping to the ground, the incomplete body of the jumping ghost became intact, and the unrecognizable face had returned to normal.

Now there is no such scavenger jumping ghost in Building One, and there is another Zhuang Wen who exudes endless hatred.

Slowly raising her lowered head, Zhuang Wen looked at the window at the end of the corridor. Her completely black eyes seemed to be staring at something. After a while, black blood flowed out of her body, and the biting hatred twisted. The whole corridor.

"Father, you hurt me so badly!!!"

The glass on one floor was shattered, and the numbers on all the doors began to bleed. Zhuang Wen did not go to see anyone in the corridor, she walked directly downstairs.

Black and red stains appeared in all the places she walked through.

When she came to the first floor, her blood-stained palm patted the locked corridor door.

Colorful butterfly patterns appeared on the white painted door panel, Zhuang Wen laughed harshly in her mouth, and she touched the beautiful lines with her own blood.

"Mother becomes a lunatic because of you."

"I will be tortured into an animal because of you."

"My child will die. I don't have everything because of you."

"Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!"

The boundless hatred is like a tsunami~www.wuxiaspot.com~ crashing on the corridor door, the jumping ghost is now in a state of real failure to break through hatred, she is different from all the ghosts Han Fei has seen before, that biting Hatred is sharper than all the butcher knives in Animal Alley, and nothing can stop her.

The butterfly pattern on the corridor door shattered little by little, as if a pair of butterfly wings were slowly shattered.

The locked door was opened, Zhuang Wen did not stay at all, and went directly into the black fog outside the building.

The mist slowly drifted into the building, and Han Fei was standing on the first floor holding the Resurrection Knife. He couldn't find a chance to stop the opponent.

"The father in Zhuang Wen's mouth is definitely not an exorcist. Is her biological father a butterfly? If this is the case, then as long as you compare all the information left by Zhuang Wen's body, you can slowly lock the butterfly's identity in reality! "

The butterfly used to be a mystery, but now Han Fei has forced the monster hiding in the mist into a certain area.

Next will be the most dangerous moment, as long as it is not eaten by the monster, there is a chance to kill it!