Putting the soil in the flower bed into a porcelain bowl, Xiao Ba quickly ran back into the corridor. She took out the flower seed from the shallow world from her pocket and gently buried it in the soil.

Beautiful and simple eyes staring at the porcelain bowl, she squatted on the ground motionlessly, seeming to be curious about when will the bright flowers bloom on the soil that exudes yin and corpse smell.

"Little Eight..."

Wei Youfu stood beside the girl. When he saw the flower seed buried in the soil, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly felt very tired.

Looking at the city shrouded in darkness outside the corridor, Wei Youfu leaned back against the wall, recalling some recent memories.

A little light finally appeared in the life completely filled with despair. The figure was like a flower seed buried in the soil of the underworld. He wanted to bloom in the soil full of corpse smell and gloom.

Everyone finds it impossible, but he can always give everyone long-lost hope.

"Maybe he will never come back again."

Wei Youfu looked at the world outside the corridor and the boundless night, feeling very cold in his heart: "I thought that after I came here, I would never feel the pain of losing my family again. I didn't expect..."

"Boom!"

A loud noise broke the tranquility of the night, and Wei Youfu, who was a little sad in his heart, turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from, his eyes widened unbelievably!

Han Fei is back!

Han Fei, who had been missing for a day and night, came back with a coffin on his back!

"Fuck?!"

Wei Youfu could hardly believe his eyes, his vigorous posture was so familiar, even if he was carrying a coffin that was bleeding constantly, he still ran fast!

"Blessed! Open the door! Open the door!"

A roar came from Han Fei's mouth. Hearing this familiar voice, Wei Youfu immediately opened the corridor door.

"Boom!"

Han Fei rushed into the corridor and put the coffin on the ground: "Call someone! Go and call everyone over! I brought the convenience store owner!"

"Convenience store owner?" Wei Youfu was completely stunned. He was still immersed in pain ten seconds ago, and his emotions hadn't changed yet.

Backhand locked the corridor door, Han Fei ignored the wounds on his shoulder and back, and ran upstairs: "Forget it, you and Xiao Ba guard the coffin! Don't be careless!"

As he ran all the way, knocking on the door of the room, Han Fei's voice echoed throughout the building.

"Xu Qin!"

"Yingyue!"

A breath after another awakened, and more and more terrifying Yin Qi poured downstairs.

The coffin thrown on the first floor was still oozing blood, the thick coffin board made a sound, Xiao Ba and Wei Youfu stepped back a bit, they felt the monstrous anger from the coffin.

"What happened to the master?"

Blood stains covered the entire coffin along the cracks in the coffin, cracks appeared on the original intact coffin, and shocking curses and resentments rushed into the surrounding walls.

When everything reached the top, the coffin on the ground suddenly burst open!

A blood-red paper man stood among the flesh and blood corpses. It was covered in cuts and bruised, and its consciousness was a little fuzzy, and its eyes were filled with resentment that could not be washed away by the sea of ​​blood.

At the most critical moment of the death building's fight, his consciousness suddenly became confused, and it was instantly backlashed when it originally appeared as a surprise soldier, and was directly severely injured by the residents of the death building.

It knew that something went wrong in the convenience store, but its consciousness was dragged by the residents of the dead building and couldn't rush back immediately.

Until the end, the anxiety in its heart became stronger, and it rushed back at the cost of being seriously injured.

Consciousness returned to the body, but when it opened its eyes, an even more amazing scene appeared.

I'm not in a convenience store! The coffin containing the main body has been moved to a completely unfamiliar place!

Convenience store warehouses are full of curses. As long as outsiders enter, they will be besieged by all paper people. Convenience store staff are also cursed. Let alone resist, as long as they leave the store without their permission, they will suffer unimaginable pain of.

No one can move the coffin in this situation! Foolproof!

The store manager has also left the convenience store before, and there has never been an accident until this day.

With a splitting headache, the store manager stared at Wei Youfu and Xiao Ba. He couldn't figure out what went wrong.

After ten seconds, until the store manager saw Han Fei returning to the first floor, the blood in his whole body began to flow back, and his eyes were almost torn apart by anger.

"It's you!"

There was a curse wound left on Han Fei's back, and in the ghost veins entwined by the yin on his body, there was a ghost who kept screaming for mercy for the dead ghost.

"If you wake up one minute earlier, I guess you'll be over. What a pity, what a pity."

"Dead!" The paper store manager has never been so angry since he had his own consciousness.

Han Fei is the clerk it hired by hand a few hours ago. It felt a strong humanity in Han Fei. It wanted to take everything about Han Fei as its own, but it underestimated the terrible humanity.

It only took a few hours, not even the first night! His body, along with the coffin, was sent into the trap and dead end!

"Die to me!"

Seeing the crazy store manager, Han Fei stepped back: "Sister, it took me a lot of effort to get this for you."

The sharp knife pierced the blood red curse, and there was another wound on the slapped paper man.

The store manager couldn't get close to Han Fei. He felt the same aura on Xu Qin's body. They were all curses!

"Death, you all will die!"

The coffin exploded, and the remaining flesh and blood gathered on the paper man shop manager. Its body continued to grow, and grimaces began to appear on the blood-red paper.

When its body swelled to more than two meters, it rushed to Han Fei desperately.

The store manager has been mad, even if he is dead, he will pull Han Fei with him.

The paper was torn by the knife, but it had no effect on the store manager. Its body could be changed at will. As long as it didn't hurt the core position, it could be said to be immortal.

"While his consciousness has been affected and he has been seriously injured, can this guy resist so fiercely?"

The shop manager’s arm stretched towards Han Fei, his arm was cut off by a knife, but a paper arm grew out of the fracture in an instant, and the broken arm that fell on the ground did not disappear, and it turned into a paper man. Rush to Han Fei.

The knife kept shredding the shopkeeper's body, and the white paper was scattered like snowflakes, but they were not dead, but turned into smaller paper people, staring at Han Fei with a spiteful expression.

"The paper man is good at curses, I can't care about it." Han Fei urged the ghost pattern to fill his body with Yin Qi. He also took out a cigarette from his inventory, ready to light it at any time.

There were so many paper men that Xu Qin couldn't prevent him by himself, but when those paper men rushed towards Han Fei with a smile, a faint cry sounded in the corridor, and a thin little boy walked out.

He looked thin and pitiful, but his ability was very strange. All the paper figures touched by it collapsed to the ground, the resentment in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a miserable crying face.

The child seemed to be able to forcibly inject sad emotions into the bodies of Curse and Li Gui, causing them harm.

Not far from the little boy, a huge eye suddenly opened on the mottled wall.

There seemed to be another world hidden in the dark eyes, and all the paper figures close to Han Fei would be locked into the black prison deep in those eyes.

"A curse aggregate? Two grievances?"

The paper man store manager was shocked, but it has no way back now.

The resentment in his eyes was so strong that it almost turned into substance. The manager of the paper man knew that he was going to be bad enough tonight, so he stared at all the residents of Building One.

"If you want to kill me, you have to pay the price! I will leave you nothing but a curse!"

After squeezing out all the power in the corpse in the coffin, the paper man shop manager's body quickly grew, and black characters appeared quietly, and then it was dipped in his own blood, and he wanted to paint the faces of several people in the building on it. Body.

"Stop it! It wants to curse us! This is the last killer move of the cursed thing!" Xu Qin shouted loudly, but her knife couldn't hurt the core position of the paper man in the first place.

When she was anxious, a terrifying resentment that far exceeded everyone else slowly appeared.

"Boom!"

Eight thick arms fell to the ground, and the blood-colored evil spirit nearly three stories high grabbed the paper man. He used the most primitive and violent method~lightnovelpub.net~ punch after punch, hard. Shengsheng smashes the self-awareness of paper people~lightnovelpub.net~Welfare] Pay attention to the public.. [Book Friends Base Camp], read books and draw cash/points every day!

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Despair kept gathering, each punch of that blood-colored evil spirit carried eight different kinds of pain.

The building was shaking, and it took only five seconds, and the paper figures all over the floor had been turned into flying ashes, leaving only the palm-sized blood-colored paper figures at the beginning.

The majestic yin and evil spirits escaped from the cracked body of the paper man, and they were all absorbed by the surrounding neighbors.

The yin qi that the manager of the paper man has accumulated since the birth of consciousness to the present, was eaten by the neighbors in Building One, and everyone showed a satisfied expression.

After a long time, when the neighbors swallowed the yin in the shopkeeper's body, they surrounded the paperman shopkeeper.

The manager's self-consciousness has been completely destroyed, and the blood-colored paper man is just a curse item.