My Iyashikei Game

The seven painful souls are entangled together, and 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.

Xiao Ba, who was hiding in the deepest part of her soul, blinked her 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 towards the surroundings, the eight arms smashed the walls and ground of the dead building, and the cute little girl and the seven souls suffering from despair merged into an incomparably huge monster!

Killing intent was awe-inspiring, without any words, the monster waved its arm directly and smashed the butterfly's face.

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

"The key? The human body puzzle is made?"

The surprise on his face could not be dissipated for a long time. Butterfly's eyes stared straight at Little Eight. He remembered the child's face!

"Bang!"

Abruptly received Xiao Bayi's punch, the butterfly slammed into the door of cabinet No. 4444 together with the flesh-and-blood sphere under its feet, and the blood-red world that was shattered completely disintegrated at this moment.

"I'm going to kill you eight times!"

Wei Youfu's body has been torn apart layer by layer, turning into an incomparably huge red ghost. He used the last reason to give the order to the out-of-control monster, that is, to attack the butterfly with all his strength, without 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 turned into a butterfly in a flesh and blood cocoon.

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

The victim of the human body puzzle is torn apart the human soul, and a monster emerges in the human form.

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

"I didn't expect my luck to be so good. Today is my day of rebirth. After I get this key, I can enter deeper places and find more memory fragments left by Fu Sheng!" Butterfly's face raised The distorted smile disappeared, but he was happy for a second or two, and the violent monster with eight arms began to attack it again.

Before meeting Han Fei, the victims of the human body puzzle had never really merged together, and their bodies were missing key parts, which Han Fei did not fill them up until some time ago.

In other words, apart from taking office as the head of the building, even Xiao Ba himself didn't know how terrifying he was.

The huge body ran rampant in the dead building, and he was covered in a layer of blood mist that was constantly flowing, and most of the death curses could not penetrate his body.

Behind the eight arms, each arm has a different kind of resentment, and what is even more terrifying is that the resentment of the eight people can be perfectly superimposed.

The appearance of Xiaoba made Butterfly's eyes change obviously. It was not fear and panic, but greed and desire.

"You want to kill me? I clearly love you so much, and I have devoted so much effort to you. After losing the news of you, I still feel distressed for a long time." Butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster that was rushing towards him, using a kind of As if talking to its own child, maybe it really treats Xiaoba as its own child, but in its impression, the parents' love for the child is completely distorted and deformed.

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

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

"I hope to see your struggles. When I was locked in a closet before, I would find bugs in the corner of the closet, disassemble them little by little, and slowly crush them to death. This was the only fun I had at the time, and now this fun It has become a habit of mine." Butterfly stood under his own night sky, countless dark butterflies were flapping their wings in the darkness, and when Xiao Ba and Zhuang Wen approached, the skin and flesh on the butterfly's back burst open together, A pair of extremely gorgeous wings inlaid with countless nightmares spread out behind him.

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

There are two huge black eyes on the wings that circulate the nightmare, and strange patterns flow on the wings, like blood vessels implicated around the eyes.

Compared to the longer body full of corpse spots, 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, and the handsome humanoid body should be just the clothes it is looking for, just like the countless blood clothes hanging in the wardrobe world.

Laughter came, and when those black eyes opened, innumerable gray-black particles flew from the wings. Those things seemed to be dust in a nightmare, and they were like shrunken human chrysalis.

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

As the number of black butterflies increases, butterflies can even directly control each other.

This ability is not only useful for resentment, even the old ghost who is about to break through to real hatred, and the ghost who jumped from the building who failed to break through hatred will all be recruited.

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

Butterflies are good at playing with human nature, and manipulation has become its ability.

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

The situation of the old ghost is slightly better, the Soul of Evil is completely unaffected by the black butterfly, and the bloodline 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 disappears.

"You are the only one left now, but I will not kill you. I will take away the body and soul of the person you care about most in front of your face, and then become the new him." Butterfly's legs have not yet formed, You can't get too far from the 4444 wardrobe door. After it resisted Xiaoba's attack, it pushed the blood vessels under its body and dragged Han Fei, who was still smoking in the distance, towards him.

Butterfly has already attached great importance to Han Fei, but he didn't expect that the dead building was still in a mess.

In order to seriously hurt the indescribable singing, it paid the price of all the shrine and the dead building. Now there is only one shrine left in the dead building. If it wants to get rid of the shackles of hatred and go further, it must protect the last shrine.

At the moment, no one in the dead building can interfere with it, and it is clear where all the ghosts are, and there is only one Han Fei left between it and the shrine.

How could a mere living person stop the butterfly incarnated by hatred?

The wings were flapping, and the black butterfly was still gushing out, and the cracks on the wardrobe door behind the butterfly were gradually increasing. It also had to pay a certain price for using its own abilities.

But the overall situation has been set, and the butterflies can afford these prices.

The cigarette in Han Fei's hand was about to burn out. At the moment when the smoke dissipated, there was no need for Butterfly to do it himself. The black butterfly flying all over the sky would make Han Fei unable to survive.

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

But what Butterfly didn't expect was that Xiao Ba, who was already out of control, saw that Han Fei was in danger, and his first choice was to stop attacking and save Han Fei.

Its huge body wants to grab the giant cocoon, but unfortunately the shrine in the giant cocoon echoes the butterfly, and there is some kind of connection between them.

"If you break through and become hatred, 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 cultivating you well. He and Like me, I'm just using you."

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

Looking at the butterfly that was getting closer, Han Fei's eyes were bloodshot. He bit the cigarette that was only a little bit left, grabbed the shrine with one hand, and clenched the knife of death with the other.

"It's useless, the future in nightmares will only happen in nightmares after all." The black eyes on the butterfly's wings stared at the reincarnation knife in Han Fei's hand.

Everything seems to be unable to be changed. Even if the death knife can kill butterflies, Han Fei does not have the ability to swing the knife.

One is an ordinary person, and the other is a monster who has turned into hatred many years ago. The gap in strength is enough to wipe out all strategies.

"The eyes on my wings are always on you, in reality and here. I will use your body well and be the version of yourself you hate the most."

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

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

The wings trapped the old ghost and Zhuang Wen, and the deformed body fought with the little eight. At the same time, it was still manipulating the blood vessels to bring Han Fei and the shrine to him.

Until now, everything has not been out of Butterfly's control.

When it saw that Han Fei's death knife fell, a smile appeared on Butterfly's twisted face, the destined future had been rewritten, and it was it who had the last laugh.

Sad music resounded in the dead building again, and paper figures climbed out of the ruins, preparing for the last ceremony of the night of returning to the soul.

The butterfly dragged Han Fei in front of him. It needed Han Fei's body. It wanted to be reborn as Han Fei, and then seize all the memory fragments left by Fu Sheng to obtain the most mysterious things in the deep world.

After being divided, Han Fei got closer and closer to the butterfly. When the butterfly reached out and caught the shrine and Han Fei, Han Fei, who had a desperate and painful face, had a special emotion in his eyes.

He had been hiding an amulet in the hand that didn't hold the knife before, but he didn't open the amulet that he brought out from Beast Alley until he really got close to the butterfly.

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

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

He was filled with the stench of flesh and blood, and his chest was also empty. He seemed to put his heart elsewhere. At this moment, there was only endless hatred for butterflies in his chest!

"It's really not easy to deceive 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 said two words through gnashing of teeth.

Character.

"spider!"

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