My Healing Game

　　 The seven painful souls are entangled together, they are bound by despair and pain, but in this case, the seven of them still make a home for the eighth soul in the depths of their souls.

　　 Hiding in the deepest part of the soul, Xiao Ba blinked his eyes, and all the resentment and pain poured into her body.

　　 The seed in the palm fell to the ground, and a terrifying blood flower bloomed in the depths of the soul.

　　 When the flowers opened to the surroundings, eight arms smashed the walls and the ground of the dead building. The cute little girl and the seven souls who were tortured by despair merged into a huge monster!

　　 Killing awe-inspiring, without saying anything, the monster directly waved his arm and smashed it at the butterfly's face.

　　 When Zhuang Wen and the old ghost shot the butterfly, the butterfly did not respond. The peace in its eyes was not broken until they saw Xiao Ba.

　　 "The key? Is the human body puzzle made?"

The surprise on 　　's face couldn't dissipate for a long time. Butterfly eyes stared at Xiao Ba. It remembered the child's face!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 was abruptly received a fist from Xiaoba, the butterfly and the flesh and blood sphere under its feet hit the door of cabinet No. 4444, and the blood-red world that was already shattered was completely disintegrated and melted at this moment.

　　 "I will kill you eight times!"

　　 Wei Youfu's body has been torn apart layer by layer, turning into a huge red ghost. He used his last reason to give the command to the out-of-control monster, that is, to attack the butterfly with all his strength and never stop dying.

　　 There was blood flowing all over his body, as if he had just emerged from the flesh and blood. The way this monster appeared was very similar to the way a butterfly transforms into a butterfly in a cocoon of flesh and blood.

　　The only difference is that the butterfly devours others to make sacrifices, transforming into a perfect human form from an ugly monster.

　　The victim of the human body spelling pattern tears the human soul, and a monster emerges from the human form.

　　 There is a certain connection between them. Xiao Ba was originally a part of the Butterfly Project, but it was destroyed by Fu Sheng.

"Unexpectedly, my luck was so good. Today is really the day when I regained my life. After getting this key, I can go deeper and find more memory fragments left by Fu Sheng!" Butterfly face raised. With a twisted smile, he was also happy for a second or two, and the violent monster with eight arms began to attack it again.

　　Before encountering Han Fei, the victims of the human body pattern had never really merged together. Their bodies were missing a key part, and it was not until a while ago that Han Fei filled them up.

　　 In other words, apart from being appointed as the building manager, even Xiao Ba himself doesn't know how terrifying he is.

　　 The huge body is rampant in the death building. His whole body is covered by a continuous flowing blood mist, and most of the death curses cannot penetrate his body.

On the eight arms behind 　　, each arm has a different kind of resentment. What's more terrifying is that the resentment of the eight people can be perfectly superimposed.

The appearance of 　　 Xiao Ba made the look in Butterfly's eyes obviously changed. It was not fear and panic, but greed and desire.

"Do you want to kill me? I obviously love you so much and devoted so much effort to you. After losing your news, I still feel distressed for a long time." Butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster that leaped towards him, using a kind of It seems to be talking to its own child, maybe it really regards Xiao Ba as its own child, but it has the impression that the parents' love for their children is completely distorted and deformed.

　　The deeper the torture and pain, the stronger the love.

The monster made by 　　 Xiaobahua can’t last too long, otherwise the sanity they finally found will dissipate, but this time the victims of the human body pattern seem to have reached a consensus that even if they lose all their sanity, they must die with the butterfly.

"I hope to see your struggles. When I was locked in the closet, I would find the bugs in the corner of the closet, disassemble them a little bit, and slowly crush them to death. This was my only pleasure at the time, and now this pleasure It has become a habit of mine." The butterfly stood under its own night sky, and countless dark butterflies flapped their wings in the darkness. When Xiao Ba and Zhuang Wen approached, the skin and flesh of the butterfly's back exploded together. A pair of incomparably gorgeous wings studded with countless nightmares spread out behind him.

　　 "Since the singing was driven away, you have already lost."

　　 There are two huge black eyes on the nightmare-circulating wings, and weird patterns flow on the wings, like blood vessels connected around the eyes.

　　 Compared to the longer body full of corpses, the butterfly wings formed by the fragmentation of flesh and blood seem to be the body of the butterfly.

　　 Its soul and flesh and blood have long been shattered in the nightmare. The beautiful humanoid body should be just the clothes it finds for itself, just like countless blood clothes hanging in the closet world.

　　 There was laughter. When those black eyes were opened, uncountable gray-black particles flew from the wings. Those things seemed to be dust in a nightmare, and they looked like shrunken human pupae.

In the dark night of 　　 butterflies, there was a burst of dream dust. Those particles morphed into black butterflies in the air. They could easily penetrate into the bodies of all ghosts and monsters marked by the death curse, and then affect their minds.

　　 With the increasing number of black butterflies, the butterflies can even directly control each other.

　　 This ability is not only useful for resentment, even the old ghosts who are about to break through into real hatred, and the jump-off ghosts who fail to break through hate are all hit.

　　 "Your hatred comes from me. Now that I have entered your body, you are fused with the person you hate the most. How does this feel like wanting to kill yourself?"

　　Butterfly is good at playing with human nature, and manipulation has become its ability.

　　 After being invaded by the Black Butterfly, the hatred of the jumping-off ghost Zhuang Wen exploded in her mind. She attacked everything including herself like a mad, and the reason that was on the verge of collapse was completely wiped out.

　　 The situation of the old ghost is a little better, the evil soul is completely unaffected by the black butterfly, and the blood line inherited by him is stubbornly resisting the black butterfly.

　　 However, the death curse on the old ghost has been triggered, and it is only a matter of time before the soul flies away.

"Now you are the only one left, but I will not kill you. I will take away the body and soul of the person you care about most in front of you, and then become the new person." Butterflies' legs have not yet formed. Can't leave the 4444 wardrobe door too far. After resisting Xiao Ba's attack, it urged the blood vessels under the body to drag Han Fei, who was still smoking in the distance, towards him.

　　 Butterfly has already attached great importance to Han Fei, but he did not expect that the dead building would still be messed up. It said that it didn't matter, but it was already bleeding in its heart.

　　 In order to seriously hurt the unspeakable singing, it paid the price of all the death intentions of the shrine and the death building. Now there is only one shrine in the death building. It wants to get rid of the shackles of hate and go one step further. It must protect the last shrine.

　　 At the moment, no one in the dead building can interfere with it. The position of all Li ghosts is clear, and there is only one Han Fei between it and the shrine.

　　How can a living person stop the butterfly incarnate in hatred?

　　 With flapping wings, the black butterfly is still pouring out wildly, and the cracks on the closet door behind the butterfly are slowly increasing. It also requires a certain price to use its abilities.

　　 But the overall situation is set, the price butterfly can afford.

　　 The smoke in Han Fei's hand was almost burnt out. When the smoke dissipated, there was no need for a butterfly to do it himself. The black butterflies flying all over the sky would make Han Fei unable to survive.

　　 When Han Fei encountered a life-and-death crisis, everyone in the happy community did not hesitate and climbed directly into the cocoon. They wanted to stop the butterfly, but from the current situation, they were more like to die together with Han Fei.

　　 What Butterfly didn't expect was that Xiao Ba, who had already lost control, saw that Han Fei was in danger, his first choice was to stop the attack and save Han Fei.

　　 Its huge body wants to grab the giant cocoon, but unfortunately the shrine in the giant cocoon echoes with the butterfly, and there is a certain connection between them.

"If you break through and become hate, maybe you can really save him from me, but unfortunately you are just a key. The person who stole you from me didn't even think about nurturing you well, he and Like me, I'm just using you."

　　The giant cocoon of intertwined blood vessels burst open under the control of the butterfly. Several blood vessels connected to its body grabbed the shrine while in chaos, and dragged Han Fei together in front of him.

　　 Looking at the butterfly getting closer and closer, Han Fei's eyes were bloodshot. He bit the remaining smoke, grabbed the shrine in one hand, and held the rebirth knife in the other.

　　 "It's useless, the future in the nightmare will only happen in the nightmare after all." The black eyes on the butterfly's wings fixedly stared at the death knife in Han Fei's hand, and as the wings flapped, countless black butterflies attacked like a black tide.

　　 Everything seems to be unable to be changed anymore, even if the resurrection knife can kill the butterfly, but Han Fei does not have the ability to swing the knife.

　　 One is an ordinary person, and the other is a monster who has transformed into a hate many years ago. The gap in strength is enough to smooth out all tactics.

　　 "The eyes on my wings are always looking at you, whether in reality or here. I will use your body well and become the self you hate the most."

　　 The smoke dissipated, and the black butterfly pierced Han Fei's limbs like a chain. He tried his best to grab the death knife, but the butterfly's most feared knife fell into the dark night.

　　 "What else do you have now?" Even if the butterfly cannot move, even if it has been injured, it is a genuine hatred after all, and it is still a more terrifying existence in hatred.

　　 Wings trapped the old ghost and Zhuang Wen, the fleshy and deformed body and the small eight were killed together, while it was still manipulating the blood vessels to bring Han Fei and the shrine to its side.

　　 Until now, everything has not been out of the control of the butterfly.

　　 When it saw Han Fei's death knife drop, a smile appeared on Butterfly's twisted face. The doomed future has been rewritten, and it was it who laughed last.

　　Sorrow and joy sounded again in the dead building, one by one, the paper figures climbed out of the ruins, preparing for the last ritual of returning to the soul night.

The butterfly dragged Han Fei in front of it. It needs Han Fei's body. It wants to regenerate into Han Fei, and then seize all the memory fragments left by Fu Sheng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to get the most mysterious thing in the deep world. .

　　Han Fei got closer and closer to the butterfly after being separated. When the butterfly reached out to catch the shrine and Han Fei, the desperate and painful Han Fei had a special emotion in his eyes.

　　 There was a talisman hidden in the hand that he didn't hold the knife before, but he didn't open the talisman that he brought out from the beast lane until he really got close to the butterfly.

　　 The rancid smell instantly filled the dead building, and bloodshots cut through the butterfly night sky like a spider's web.

　　 When the amulet was completely opened, a man wearing a pig face mask with eight different shadows behind walked out of the amulet.

　　 His whole body is full of the stench of flesh and blood, and his chest is also empty. He seems to put his heart in other places. At this moment, there is only endless hatred for butterflies in his chest!

　　 "It's really not easy to fool you. It took me ten years to hide myself."

　　 A familiar voice rang in his ears, and the smile on Butterfly's face instantly solidified, and it gritted its teeth and said two words.

"Spider!"

　　 Huang Ying is the only man who has won Butterfly, and before Huang Ying, there was another man and Butterfly who fought from reality to the deep world, and there was no difference between them.

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