After the landlord died, his three children respected him three cigarettes, and then the three cigarettes were in Han Fei's hands.

　　 Each of these cigarettes corresponds to the remnant thoughts of a child of the landlord. By lighting the cigarette, the remaining consciousness of the other party can be awakened, and they can be protected before the smoke dissipates.

When encountering Zhuang Ren in reality, Han Fei once entered the old house where the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical used to live, and accidentally found a broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and one covered in it. Paint children's clothes, on it are written words and blessings for their children.

　　 There is still a song used to call souls in the music box, and the melody is almost the same as the singing of the deep world.

　　 From this, Han Fei inferred that the deep world’s singing may be one of the landlord’s three children.

　　 Even if the inference is wrong, it is nothing.

　　Han Fei has realized one thing, every time he lights a cigarette, he will feel the singing.

　　 The first time I lit a cigarette was in Yimin Convenience Store. It didn't take long for the cigarette to burn, and singing appeared in Yimin Street.

　　 The second time was in the first building of the dead building. Just as he lit a cigarette, his singing voice suddenly increased as if he had been stimulated.

　　 The first two times Han Fei ignited a cigarette, he quit the game for the first time, causing the singing to lose his goal, but this last time Han Fei was not prepared to hide, and he had nowhere to hide.

　　 There is no way to escape, Han Fei revealed a kind of Kuoda that ordinary people can't understand before life and death. His eyes looked at the butterfly through the smoke, and his eyes felt as if they were staring at the falling soot.

　　 I will step on your shrine and let a bug eat your heart, what can you do?

　　 The smoke hovered around Han Fei, as if blurring the boundary between reality and illusion. Behind Han Fei, where the smoke drifted, a pair of indifferent eyes were faintly opened.

　　 If Han Fei looks back, he will find that those eyes are very similar to those he saw in the shrine of the Happiness Community.

　　 Han Fei didn't know what was behind him. He was just used to not showing his fear. At this time, he couldn't find a trace of panic or fear on his face.

　　 There is nothing, but it seems that the overall situation is settled.

No matter how open-minded Han Fei’s performance is, it does not have much impact on the butterfly. The problem is that after Han Fei lit a cigarette, the singing outside the building seemed to be suddenly violently stimulated, tearing the black fog and death in layers. Want to forcibly enter the dead building!

　　 The cigarette that Han Fei just lit was like a signal to start his hands, and none of this seemed like a coincidence.

　　 Now the butterfly legs have not been formed, and the cabinet door behind him has not been completely repaired. It absolutely does not allow an unspeakable horror to enter here.

　　 "How long hasn't you encountered such a bad thing? Everything is going on a predetermined trajectory, and I haven't seen an accident happen for a long time."

　　 The building body was shaking, and it seemed that it would collapse in the next second. Under the attack of singing at all costs, the black mist condensed by death was torn open.

　　 The sad and euphemistic singing sounded in everyone's ears, as if a pool of ice water had been poured between the soul, which was cold to the bones from the inside out.

　　 The blood vessels buried in the dead building burst, and a large amount of black blood flowed out of the floor and walls. As far as I could see, all the items were distorted by the pressure of the terrifying breath.

　　 Even if it is seriously injured, it is far from being able to stop ordinary hatred.

　　Butterfly's night sky appeared bloody, and the black has a tendency to be dyed red. Butterflies knew that if they didn't do anything, the dead building would be destroyed.

　　 No one can violate the unspeakable will, and the end of their anger is to be wiped out together with the surviving buildings.

"This building is my altar for changing my body. If you want to lift my table, don't blame me for smashing your shrine. By the way, you are seriously injured, I am afraid that you don't even have your own shrine, right?" The blood vessels connected to the death building suddenly stretched upwards. While controlling all the death intentions to block the singing, it also dragged down the shrine that the top floor belonged to.

　　 There are two shrines in the dead building, one on the top floor and the other on the bottom floor.

　　 Now the lower shrine was stepped on by Han Fei, the broken heart enshrined in it was bitten by the evildoer, and the butterfly placed its focus on another shrine.

　　 "The night of soul-returning has arrived, and the shrine left by the previous manager is of no use to me. I will soon have a new body. I will choose whether to be a man or a god!"

　　 The family portrait placed on the altar table on the top floor was stuffed into the shrine by a butterfly. It opened the shrine on the top floor before the singing completely invaded the dead building.

　　 Among the ordinary shrines is a headless idol. The half-foot-tall idol seems to be an old man. He is tall and tall, but his body is engraved with countless death curses.

　　 When the family portrait of Butterfly touched the idol, the deformed figure hidden in the family portrait instantly got into the idol. The dense curse of death was activated, and the butterfly began to frantically pour the death will of the dead building into the idol.

　　 At the same time, all the countless idols drawn by the evil spirits from under the bed in Room 4144 changed. They cried and screamed, and then exploded one by one.

　　The hair wrapped in white paper and the fine flesh and blood in the statue of God were scattered on the ground. They gathered from all directions and slowly formed the head of an old man.

　　 The eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of that head are sewn by countless death curses. He has eyes and ears, but he can't hear or see.

　　 Han Fei on the other side and the people in Xingfu Community also saw the head. He has the same face as the head of the Xingfu Community!

"The memory fragments left behind by the previous manager!" Han Fei's pupils shrank instantly, and the memory of the previous manager was divided into several pieces. The one with the black box memory was hidden in the happy community, and the other memory fragments were. Scattered among other buildings in the deep world.

　　 Han Fei wanted to save the head of the head of the building, but he didn't have the ability.

"I'm already lazy to continue digging up your memory. Since you don't want to tell me anything, then take those secrets and disappear forever." Butterfly grabbed the head of the previous building manager that was sealed by the death curse and re-opened it. Tucked into the shrine, and then put the body of the **** full of death and the head of the old man together.

　　 A death curse came out of the old man's body, pierced his skin, carried his divinity, and stained the shrine.

　　 The shrine enshrining the old man's idol was tainted by the death curse, and a certain taboo seemed to be triggered. The seven orifices stitched by the old man by the death curse ooze black blood, and all the curses in his body finally turned into a dead word.

　　 "Spell it with unspeakable memories and shrines, this should be able to hurt it again, right?" The butterfly standing under the night controlled all the black fog in the dead building, tearing apart the old man's idol and head.

　　 A huge black flower bloomed in death, and all the black mist gathered to one point.

　　Han Fei in the distance also saw this horrible scene. When his death was completely absorbed, he saw a blood-red giant hand in the singing.

　　 When he quit the game before, he encountered this hand twice and was almost caught by the opponent.

　　 "Can't my eyes see the whole picture?"

　　 Han Fei, who was only at level thirteen, witnessed a fight far beyond his ability, and the flowers that had exhausted the death in the building bloomed amidst the singing.

But what Han Fei and Butterfly did not expect was that when the old man’s head and body carrying the most terrifying death curse broke out, the huge **** hand and the singing behind it did not dodge, but seemed to take the initiative to open their arms. As if wanting to fit the old man's head into his own heart.

　　The death curse broke out! There was a lot of despair and pain in the singing, and everyone heard the sound of something cracking in their ears.

　　 There was a rain of blood in the sky, and the black fog dissipated. Only the fourth building in the entire dead building community was normal, and the other three buildings were completely covered by flesh and blood and curses.

　　Butterfly consumed countless years of death in the underground of the death building, abolished a shrine and all the death curses on it, and seemed to hurt the singing at the cost.

"died?"

After a short pause, the song rang in everyone’s ears again, but even if there is no black mist blocking it, everyone still can’t find its place, as if it lives in people’s hearts, as long as it can’t forget the fear it brings. , It will appear at any time.

"Prepare to save Han Fei." The Jingshen who was backed by Yinglong said: "The singing has gone. It took away the head of the previous building manager and the defiled shrine. When it comes back, it may be the real one. Unspeakable."

　　 "Don't wait anymore? The situation is still unclear, the building manager should be safe for the time being." Li Zhao looked at where Han Fei was.

　　All the butterflies that flew to Han Fei lost their way in the smoke. The dark night of butterflies covered everything, but they couldn't hurt Han Fei.

　　 At this time, Han Fei was smoking a cigarette, standing under the night sky of butterflies, looking at the light spots of human nature imprisoned in the night, showing pity.

　　 is already at this time, he seems to be more worried about others than his own safety, what kind of sentiment is this?

　　 "Can't wait any longer!" There was a voice at the end of the crowd. Wei Youfu took off his hat and fixed his eyes on Han Fei. He knew Han Fei too well: "Do it!"

　　 At this time, the death will of the shrine on the top floor and the whole dead building has just erupted. The remaining curses and the hatred that can burn the soul are floating around, but the people in the happy community did not hesitate.

　　 Those silhouettes went directly into the night of butterflies. Perhaps the night of butterflies contained a lot of nightmares, gathering the scariest things in the world, but none of them backed away.

　　 "Are you in a hurry to die?"

A lot of corpse spots appeared on the skin of 　　 Butterfly. Its handsome face is like a piece of inferior jigsaw puzzle, with death intentions constantly emerging from under the skin.

　　 The collision just now also had a great impact on the butterfly. A large number of blood vessels it manipulates have been broken, but in his opinion, it is still very profitable to pay such a price to drive away an unspeakable one.

　　 "When I was still alive, everyone wanted me to die. I tried very hard to please them, but in the end it was double disgust."

　　 "I have been thinking about a question, if I pretend to have amnesia, will they be thrown away as a stranger? Maybe I am not even a stranger? Just a thing?"

The residents of 　　 Happiness Community are walking in the dark night of butterflies. No matter how dangerous the front is, they are still moving in the direction where Han Fei is.

　　 This is a group of poor people, but also a group of lovely people, but also a group of people who make the butterfly irritated and disgusting.

　　 "You want to save him? Then I just can't do what you want. The only thing that makes me happy in this world is that after seeing all of you struggling hard, you gain despair."

　　 Every time the butterfly said a word, the human light spot in the dark night behind it would scream.

　　 When the painful sound reached everyone's ears, everyone discovered that those light spots actually imprisoned a large number of souls who were still dying!

　　 Butterflies have been torturing them, listening to their wailing and pain, in order to get a twisted pleasure!

　　 Those shining light spots, when painful and wailing, the despair exuding from the body will be injected into the butterfly night, making its night more gloomy and dark.

"Be careful, this piece of black is made up of butterflies hatched from human pupas. The worst butterflies among countless human natures have gathered into this disgusting thing." Jingshen understands a lot, and the night cannot be reflected in his mirror. , Can only photograph the densely overlapping black butterflies: "Hate can affect the surroundings, but if you want to turn into a dark night, the strength of this monster is far from enough."

　　 The butterflies that make up the night are flying, and the butterflies standing in the flesh can't help but attack everyone in the happiness community, but when it raises its arm, a hideous ghost with evil spirits grabs the butterfly's wrist.

　　 "Just do you want to kill my soul?"

　　The hatred in the eyes of the old ghost is like fire, and the thoughts in the blood flow to his hands, intertwined with the hatred in his heart.

　　 Its ten fingers turned blood red, and any souls touched by him would quickly age and decay.

　　 This is the deepest hidden ability of the old ghost. He and the soul touched by him will age together.

　　The inheritance of the ancestors from generation to generation is in the spine. When the parents die old, the head at the top of the spine will wither like a flower, but the old ghost will not die. The younger generations will emerge from the spine and become the new crown pillar.

　　 In less than a second, two human faces in the old ghost's spine have been erased forever, but there are only a few more wrinkles on the butterfly's wrist, and the corpse spots have expanded again.

　　 If the curse caster is not killed, the death curse will not be touched. Everyone will die. For the continuation of the family, there is no face on the back of the old ghost to be afraid or flinch.

　　 went forward and succeeded, just to keep the last trace of blood!

"I raised your old dog, not for you to bite me." The butterfly's five fingers slowly gathered, and the light spots in the night exploded one by one, and the tortured negative emotions in the human nature quickly penetrated into the butterfly's body. While helping it to recover, it slowly formed a new death curse and crawled towards the old ghost's arm.

　　 The old ghost is far from the opponent of the butterfly. Even with the belief in death ~lightnovelpub.net~, he can only delay the pace of the butterfly, but the old ghost is not the only one who hates the butterfly.

　　 screams sounded, and a huge red shadow rushed towards the butterfly with blood stains all over it.

　　 Zhuang Wen was already crazy. When she saw Butterfly's face, she couldn't control her killing intent. She felt that all the meaning of her existence was to slash the deformed monster in front of her.

　　 In order to create another butterfly, the manager of the dead building forced Zhuang Wen to jump off the building. The despair and pain produced a completely distorted hatred.

　　 When Zhuang Wen rushed towards the butterfly, Wei Youfu in the crowd also started to walk forward.

　　 Being weak, he walked step by step in the remaining black mist and hatred.

　　 He looked at Han Fei, who was scarred, and the countless remnants of souls imprisoned by butterflies in the dark, and finally looked at himself.

　　 "The human body puzzle may be just a fun toy for it, but it made the eight of us lose everything."

　　The pale hand stretched out to the high butterfly. Wei Youfu, who had been talking very well, slowly began to bleed.

　　 "Whatever the reason, the butterfly must die!"

　　 The blood spread across the back instantly, and the eight arms tore apart Wei Youfu's body like a god, and fell heavily to the ground!

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