My Iyashikei Game

There are twenty-four floors in the dead building, and the old ghost lives on the twenty-third floor. He is the ghost closest to the top floor and the ghost who has been in the building for the longest time.

The owner of the building has never seen him kill people or go crazy. This old ghost has always lived in his own house and has a good temper. Even if someone enters room 4234 by mistake, he will be pushed out by an inexplicable force.

If the twenty-fourth floor is the most dangerous floor in the building, then the twenty-third floor can be regarded as the safest floor in the building.

Everyone knows the existence of the old ghost, but just like the male students who had been redeemed by Yinghuo, they didn't feel how terrible the old ghost was.

Endured for countless years, until this day, the old ghost met the spirit of evil.

His only blood relative was summoned into the dead building, and the last trace of blood in the world was occupied by the evil soul and forcibly merged.

If he doesn't want to end, then he can only cooperate with the soul of evil.

At first, the old ghost was just looking for an opportunity to strip out the evil spirit, but as his contact deepened, he slowly found that the evil spirit was more adaptable to the dead building than himself.

Compared with the unfinished grandson, he hopes that his blood relatives are the souls of evil.

Looking at Feiyang, domineering and lawless, in fact, he is meticulous in his thoughts and decisive in his actions. All seemingly crazy behaviors are dominated by an absolutely cold reason.

Such a person can be said to be born for the deep world. If the evil spirit can stay on his grandson, then maybe the blood curse that plagues the old ghost family can be lifted one day.

In the endless darkness, the old ghost saw a glimmer of hope brought by the Evil Soul, so he decided to cooperate with the other party and use all his strength to seize this opportunity to escape.

Black and red blood spots appeared under his skinny skin, and each death curse was forced out of his body by him, and the "heart" that had been sleeping for an unknown number of years in the old ghost's chest began to beat again!

Pieces of blood scabs covered with curses fell, the black heart burst out with unimaginable terrifying yin, and the blood of the ancestors flowed through the body instantly!

The faces on his back screamed, the drooping hair of the old ghost was slowly dyed red with blood, his withered body swelled rapidly, and the deep wrinkles were smoothed out little by little.

Countless dead words drilled into the old ghost's body were forced out, and his black heart began to bleed as it kept beating.

When the first drop of blood slipped, a crack appeared in the black heart, and a hatred that had been suppressed and hidden for countless years erupted from it!

After the ancestors died, they could not rest in peace, and they all turned into monsters. How could the hatred of this annihilation be forgotten?

With his hands that swelled several times, he tore off the planks on the window. The old ghost finally stopped hiding his hatred. He became the first person in the dead building to challenge the manager.

His eyes were completely red, and the old ghost smashed the window that the administrator had banned. He looked at the surging gray fog, and without any hesitation, stepped out of the dead building with blood all over him!

The moment he left the dead building, the faces on the back of the old ghost began to scream in pain, and the dense words of death appeared on the faces of future generations.

The death curse that the manager planted on the old ghost has been triggered, and he may die if he leaves the dead building!

The blood-colored hatred in the black heart spread all over the body, and the gray mist could not stop the old ghost from leaving. At this time, strands of black mist floated from the vicinity of the singing.

"What are you still hesitating about? Give me all your hatred!"

All the cheeks above the old ghost's back have been twisted, but only one face has not collapsed due to pain at this time, but instead is full of evil light and screams!

The surface of the black heart was completely shattered, and the old ghost's hidden deepest hatred was like a flame, directly igniting his own blood.

The blood of the old ghost exploded in the gray fog, as if red fireworks fell into the black deep sea!

The old ghost's arms with the words "death" written on it forcibly ripped apart the lingering fog outside the building, and when most of his death intentions were attracted by the singing, he penetrated the weakest point of the dead building.

There was a gap in the fog, and the old ghost who had been trapped in the dead building for generations seemed to be free as long as he walked out of the gap in the fog.

The scene in these countless fantasies has become a reality. The old ghost endured the pain around him, resisted it with hatred, and dragged his body to the gap.

Before the fog closed again, he could definitely leave at his speed, but just as he was one step away from the gap, the old ghost suddenly stopped.

Inside the blood-red heart of the old ghost, in the deepest part of the old ghost's hatred, there was a cocoon filled with the word "death" slowly cracking open.

Maybe it was because the time didn't come and it broke out of the cocoon ahead of time. The butterfly in the cocoon was deformed and ugly, and its incomplete wings were engraved with the faces of all the descendants of the old ghost. All the blood of the descendants are connected, and it seems that as long as it flaps its wings, the descendants of the old ghost will die.

The death curse on the body is only a visible shackle, and the death curse in the heart is the reason why Butterfly let the old ghost go.

"Old guy, don't you know that your heart has been manipulated? Someone wants to use you and all your descendants to support a reptile!"

Butterfly has deceived the old ghost from the very beginning, and the thing that is inferior to the beast will never keep the threat on its side. Since it chooses to keep the old ghost, it must show that the old ghost is useful to it.

Blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and the old ghost's eyes were red.

The evil spirit controls the arm of the old ghost, and he wants to take off that hatred heart.

No one expected this crazy move. When his fingers were close to the heart, the butterfly's deformed wings flapped downward, the old ghost's back instantly became bloody, and the faces became deformed and ugly, as if at any time.

All may collapse.

After picking up the heart, the old ghost will be scattered, and all the descendants who deeply integrate with the old ghost will die, but the evil spirits that are not deeply integrated will not necessarily die.

At this time, the exit is in front, and the soul of evil has every opportunity to escape from the dead building community alone and get rid of the current predicament.

The cursed hand approached the heart, but hovered above the heart, the Evil Soul hesitated for a moment, but finally did not fall.

"I can't do it, I'm really a good person!"

The exit was slowly shrinking, and the evil spirit stared at the deformed butterfly in the old ghost's heart: "The real curse has always been in your heart, your deepest secrets have long been seen through by the managers, your poor even. I want to sympathize with you. But it doesn't matter, as long as it is a curse, there must be a way to lift it, such as killing the person who cast the curse."

The Soul of Evil spoke recklessly, as if he never knew how to be afraid: "You wanted to escape before, but they didn't give you a way to survive, so you understand what to do now, right?"

Standing one step away from the exit, but unable to escape.

Facing such a desperate scene, there was no discouragement on the face of the evil soul. He seemed to have guessed the ending long ago, but at this time, an even crazier killing intent ignited in his eyes.

"I told you a long time ago that power only makes sense if it is used. Since the manager has no intention of letting you live, there is no need for you to worry about anything."

The voice of the evil soul echoed in the gray fog, penetrating the soul.

"Kill it! Start the killing ring!" He shouted hysterically: "Enhance yourself with everything the manager has left behind! As long as we kill enough, we will be the death curse that no one in this building can break!"