My Healing Game

　　 "Hurry up and rush to reincarnation? Stop struggling. You will definitely not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. If you can be a bug in your next life, it will be a change of fate."

　　 Huang Ying is really not afraid of anything now, he even wants to catch the butterfly who is anxious to leave, but he is hurt so badly that he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

　　 In the nightmare, the woman's body changed a little bit. She wanted to torture Huang Ying directly with the most painful method of death, but now there is no time.

　　 The crack on her chest was slowly expanding, her face began to twist, and black and red blood vessels appeared in her pupils.

　　 Blood began to ooze under the clothes, and his twisted hands closed the cabinet door.

　　 Looking at a very ordinary wardrobe, after the woman entered, she quivered like a living heart, and blood vessels stretched out from it, running through the deepest part of the nightmare.

　　 Huang Ying’s nightmare began to collapse. The woman whose body had completely changed had strange lines on her skin, and those lines and blood vessels intertwined strange patterns on the wardrobe.

　　 It used to be locked in a closet for a long time. In this narrow and dark space, it imagined the world it thought it had, and accidentally saw the end of the nightmare.

　　 The cramped space was filled with darkness, spreading towards the area covered by consciousness. After the blood-red consciousness enveloped everything, the woman's body became completely blurred, and she pushed open the cabinet door behind the closet with all her strength.

　　 Huang Ying’s nightmare shattered in an instant, and the figure that imprisoned him entered a strange room through the closet deep in the nightmare.

　　 This room has no doors or windows. It is not so much a room as it is a long corridor with two wardrobes on both sides of the corridor.

　　 One of them is connected to the nightmare, and the other is connected to the deep world.

　　 At this time, a crack has appeared in the closet that is connected to the deep world, and the crack is still expanding.

　　 It is worth noting that the cracks in the closet also appeared on the woman's body. It seems that the woman and the closet are one body, and she and this special curse have been fused together.

　　 The long corridors are lined with bound souls and consciousnesses. They are like sacrificial offerings, waiting for the "gods" to enjoy them. Feng Ziyu, who has disappeared in the real world, is also displayed here.

　　 The blood covered the body, and the woman's face became horrible. She was no longer a person, but a monster.

　　 stopped at the end of the nightmare, it could not walk directly across the corridor, it seemed that the more powerful the soul, the greater the resistance it encountered.

　　 But soon there was an extradition soul bell outside the closet, and the soul-calling songs and the fear in their hearts slowly poured into this strange room.

　　 All the fear and fear of the butterfly wrapped around its body like a silk thread, dragging it to the other side of the corridor little by little.

　　 The vague body willfully swallowed the "sacrifice" around it. There are fewer and fewer similarities on its body, but the hatred in its heart is getting stronger and stronger.

　　 The situation was urgent. Its body only swallowed the most critical sacrifices, and was dragged down to the other side of the corridor by the extradition of the soul bell and fear.

　　 Swallowing frantically, turning its body into an irregular flesh and blood monster, but now it can't worry about so many things. The arms that were hooked by resentment and fear finally grabbed the closet door.

　　 The blood on the door melted instantly, dripping into the monster's body, and a house number on the cabinet door slowly became clear-room 4444.

　　 Room 4444 is not a room, but a butterfly wardrobe. For this monster who has been imprisoned in the wardrobe since childhood, the wardrobe is its own room.

　　 Carrying all the hatred and pain in the nightmare, that hand pushed open the door of room 4444!

　　 The battered wardrobe world was almost completely shattered at this moment, and monstrous hatred emanated from the wardrobe in the center of the wardrobe world.

　　 The nearest old ghost was swept away fiercely, and everyone was staring at the center of the world.

　　 The blood coat fell, like flying red paper money, the soul bell rang through the dead building, and the sky here seemed to collapse.

　　 A scarred arm stretched out the door of the cabinet, followed by the soul that was twisted to the extreme, it was like a fleshy ball with a little human shape.

　　The horrible breath appeared in the death building, and all the death curses were artificially triggered at the same time!

　　 The fear and resentment in the hearts of the owners erupted, and an ugly face gradually appeared on the monster's body. No one's obsession in this world is it, no one cares about it, and no one even wants to look at it more.

　　In order not to let itself be forgotten, it abandons humanity and planted hatred and pain in everyone's hearts.

　　 Death Curse is extracting something from all the owners in the building. The curses on each person are different. When the ghosts in the building are not as good as dead, the same curses appear on the skin of the monsters.

　　 It is the source of all death curses. The more painful the cursed ghost is, the more powerful and terrifying it is.

　　 As the death curses were activated, the monster's skin began to crack, and the necrotic flesh and blood fell little by little, and a pair of white arms without any blemish penetrated the skin full of scars.

　　'S slender fingers tore open his own skin, and a monster that looked similar to a human and could not tell the gender at first glance crawled out of flesh and blood.

　　 The hatred soaring swept the entire wardrobe world. It broke into a cocoon from the corpse of the past and turned into a butterfly.

　　 The black death curse and fresh blood stains painted the most enchanting lines on his wings. There is no scar on its white skin, but there are countless death curses flowing under its skin.

　　 But it may be because he did not swallow enough of the best, or because the ritual was not performed normally, and his legs were still in the ugly flesh and blood, not fully formed.

　　 The wardrobe world is still collapsing, the death curse on the old ghost is activated again, the blood-colored butterfly in the depths of his hatred flutters, trying to take everything from him.

The black fire in 　　's eyes is uncertain, the old ghost's breath is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and what remains unchanged is the figure reflected in his pupils and the crazy and overbearing evil spirit.

　　 "Dead building manager?" The Evil Soul did not take a step back. He took over the old ghost's body, inherited the blood of the old ghost, and endured the pain of the old ghost and his descendants.

　　 The pain imprinted into the blood is enough to make any normal person collapse, but the expression of the evil spirit has not changed.

　　 He can feel that the souls of himself and the old ghost are passing, and the death curse is on. The confrontation is equivalent to sending death.

　　 But he still has time on his way to death.

　　 He wants to kill the manager of the dead building while rushing to death!

　　 The Evil Soul never thought of retreating and compromise. Since the caster would not take the initiative to release the death curse, there was only one way left.

"Old guy, the next few minutes may be our last time. I have a few words to tell you in advance that your grandson is too weak to keep his soul awake, but I can feel it in his heart. The thoughts of you and his father. You often reprimanded him for being timid and weak. In fact, he was able to take the initiative to respond to your spiritual call, and he has spent his life's courage. I know you love him very much, but don’t forget, since spiritual call can be successful , That means that his love for you is no less than you. He has never blamed you or hated you. He only misses and is grateful for you."

"He can't speak, so I will tell you everything in his heart." After saying this, the evil spirit reached out and grabbed the old ghost's heart: "Such a person shouldn't die now. We have to find a way out for him. "

　　 Finger pierced his chest, pain, memory, despair, everything turned into the fuel of hatred, the evil spirits will make the fire in the old ghost's heart burn more violently!

　　 The butterfly standing in front of the closet stared at the crazy old ghost, her beautiful eyes seemed to be staring at a dying crawler.

　　 From its point of view, the only possibility that he may be defeated is not being able to return to the dead building.

　　As the manager of the dead building, when it is here, everything is over.

　　 The ceremony was not completed and the time started forty-four minutes earlier, but these effects were not significant.

　　 Butterfly's gaze slowly moved to the face of the evil soul, and he prepared for himself that the body was still there, which was enough.

　　It's not easy to find a suitable body, and there is no one in existence who can carry oneself, and there is no waste of preparations over the past few years.

　　 aware of the old ghost burning his soul, the butterfly's slender fingers lightly touched his heart.

　　 The death curse engraved on his chest appeared on the skin, as if a sharp knife had cut the skin on his chest.

　　 A blue butterfly flew out of its body. It was a soul containing his own consciousness, and it could also be regarded as its substitute.

　　A similar blue butterfly happiness community has been seen by everyone in the past, and they are inexplicably familiar.

　　 After the blue butterfly approached, the evil spirit was highly vigilant, but the butterflies did not enter his body, but flew past him and left the wardrobe world.

　　 There is no heart in the butterfly's chest, and it is far from its strongest state now.

　　 The Evil Soul also noticed this, he no longer had any scruples, he was ready to fly away and deal with the butterfly with all his strength!

　　 This is the first person who dares to stand up in the dead building and challenge it since Butterfly became the manager of the dead building.

"The soul-returning ceremony has begun. I divided you into different souls, so that it is more convenient to swallow." The butterfly is so beautiful that there is no expression on its face, it seems that everything is still under its control. .

　　 Seeing the old ghost rushing, the butterfly did not move. It stared at the eyes of the evil spirit, and the emotion contained in its pupils gradually became the same as that of the evil spirit. This freak was imitating everything about the evil spirit.

　　 "Your soul has been imprisoned in other people's bodies. If you want to fuse, you have to kill them yourself. As long as you kill any of them, then you will be no different from me."

　　 Until the old ghost's arms full of black fire stretched out in front of his eyes, the lines on the butterfly's body suddenly burst into turbulent hatred.

　　 The hatred is like a wave, far surpassing the old ghost.

　　 The blood of the ancestors flowed through the body, the fire in the old ghost's heart was like candlelight, swaying under the washing of the waves, but it did not go out.

　　 The joints on his spine opened a little bit, all the younger generations' eyes were opened, and the murderer who killed the door was right in front of them, and the hatred of all of them was gathered together.

　　 The butterfly's legs have not been fully formed yet, and they are still connected with the ugly flesh and blood. It cannot leave the closet too far, but it does not have much impact on it.

　　 Compared to restricted movement, it cares more about not becoming a handsome person after all, but still a weird deformity.

　　 "I keep you because you are useful to me, and now it's time for you to make a difference."

　　 Butterfly stretched out his hands, and the butterfly had already flown all over the dead building, and uncounted blood vessels protruded from the dead building, piercing through the cracks in the wardrobe world, and connected to the butterfly's body.

　　 It seemed to perceive something and glanced in a certain direction.

"I personally cursed you and gave you three months. I didn't expect that you would dare to enter the death building before half a month. Is the singing outside the confidence to enter the death building ahead of time?" Hidden in the butterfly's voice With a trace of deep anger, everything had been planned, even if it was an abnormal person, at least he would be prepared enough to enter the dead building, but Han Fei was an exception.

　　 From the time Han Fei started to participate in the patterning of the human body, the butterfly has noticed Han Fei, whether in the deep world or in reality.

　　 It clearly knows Han Fei's weakness, and it just treats Han Fei as one of its own body choices.

But it never expected that only a few weeks have passed, and it can't even be calculated by months. The once weak person has ran into the dead building and attracted an indescribable and extremely angry ghost. !

　　Normal indescribable existence, with their own shrines, even mentioning their names will be cursed. But such a superior "ghost" will go crazy to the point where it is now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is incredible.

　　 The blue butterfly is the soul of the manager of the dead building. It hides its consciousness and despair, as well as its eyes and ears.

　　 At this time, the blue butterfly flew all over the dead building. As the administrator of the dead building, the butterfly also saw the tragedy of the dead building.

　　 If you come back one step later, I am afraid that this building will not be kept.

　　 The death will envelop the community is entangled with the singing, and there are unspeakable threats outside. What makes it even more disturbing is that the foundation of the dead building has also been shaken. It seems that there is a problem with its biggest secret.

　　 "Unspeakable is indeed a trouble, but the thing outside the building seems to have been seriously injured, and it is far from the normal unspeakable. If you think that it can prevent the soul-returning ceremony, it would be naive."

　　 A drop of black blood dripped from the empty chest of 　　 Butterfly, and it smashed all the blood vessels connected to itself into the ground. Layers of ground cracked and collapsed, and death was like an endless ocean gushing from the depths of the ground!

　　 In the ocean of death, there are countless nightmares of children, withered blood, and a giant cocoon interwoven with countless blood vessels.

　　 "I have waited too long for this moment, no one can stop me!"

　　Butterfly worried the most about the underground shrine, so he wanted to check it out the first time he entered the dead building.

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