My Iyashikei Game

My Healing System Chapter 330 The soul closest to hatred is already immortal anyway, so there is no need for Han Fei to stain Zhuang Wen's human hand with blood.

After taking the baby's corpse covered in death curse, Han Fei had ferocious ghost lines on his body, his arm was bloody, and his five fingers firmly grasped the butcher's knife.

Midnight butcher, killing is his profession.

The suffering in this world is too heavy for him, I'm here to free him.

One hand grabbed the handle of the knife, and the bright and bright blade became the only fire in the dead building.

The arm swung down, and the most beautiful power of human nature opened its arms above the blade, gently hugging the baby who was imprisoned in the depths of despair.

cut!

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing slashed across the corpse's chest, the dark words melted like snow, and the cursed needle and thread that ran through the corpse were cut off, and the extremely sharp knife finally landed on the incomplete butterfly wing.

Not far away, the ghost who jumped from the building gushed out a lot around her body, and her eyes were dyed black. At this time, she was completely wrapped in malice, and every inch of her skin was stained with death, emitting a rotten smell.

She rushed towards Han Fei desperately, and at the same time, there was a sharp cry from outside Building 1, as if a knife had suddenly been stabbed in the heart of a person.

Don't you hate people like this the most? Why do you want to be like this?

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The little humanity stood in front of Han Fei, she opened her arms and looked at the huge ghost more than ten times her size, neither dodging nor dodging.

Under the domination of some kind of power, the ghost who jumped from the building had neglected her own humanity. Her broken arm was shot directly, and countless death curses fell on the little girl and Han Fei.

It was at this time that the Death Sword melted the death curse and cut into the broken butterfly wings!

The coquettish and weird patterns were broken under the blade, and the butterfly wings were like a lock.

When it was chopped to pieces by the knife of death, the hearts of the ghost who jumped off the building, the divorced mother, the girl with a syringe and the little girl all bleed out, the things that imprisoned them were chopped up, and the death curse no longer appeared on their bodies, and they were suppressed. Some kind of subtle connection between them slowly emerged in several memories.

The bloody palm rested on the top of the little girl's head. The ghost who jumped from the building covered in the death curse, her outstretched arm was being broken little by little, she screamed and wailed in pain, her mouth kept roaring, and bloody tears flowed from her eyes. He is obviously the strongest ghost in Building No. 1, but he is helpless like a child with chains around his neck.

The death curse was still vying for the body with the jumping ghost. It symbolized that the girl with only human nature caught the jumping ghost. She was quickly thrown away. When she got up again, the needle girl and the divorced mother also came over.

The same parts gradually appeared on their bodies, a circle of scars appeared on their ankles, their bodies exuded a strong stench, their hair was loose, their hearts were bleeding, their eyes were empty and blank, and they were numb to the point of forgetting the pain.

One hand grabbed the bloody body of the ghost who jumped from the building, and the death curse spread to everyone, and everyone touched by the ghost would die. This was the death curse on her body!

A vicious curse full of lethality penetrated into the hearts of the divorced mother and the woman with a syringe. It was not so much that they were killed by the ghost who jumped off the building, but that they gave up on themselves.

In the last moments of the memory dissipating, the black curse words that poured into their bodies stained their blood and their memories.

When the death curse returned to the ghost's body, her scattered memories and consciousness reunited, and her torn body and unrecognizable face recovered little by little, revealing her original appearance.

I still remember you at that time, you only have yourself.

Finally, the little girl who symbolized Zhuang Wen's humanity also opened her hand. She was like a child hugging her lost mother and running into the arms of the ghost who jumped off the building.

When he was hugged by the death curse, he merged into the body of the jumping ghost.

The last piece of the puzzle of memory was finally complete, and under the frightening death curse, a woman's face appeared on the ghost's body.

She did not inherit the beauty of her mother, but had a temperament of her own, and her green cheeks were twisted in extreme pain.

As Han Fei drew out his death knife, when the baby's corpse and the butterfly's wings turned into ashes, Chong Xiao's hatred erupted from the ghost who jumped from the building, like a blade that was about to split the dead building!

The death curse all over his body turned into black water, mixed with blood and dripped to the ground, the man who jumped from the building's mutilated body became complete, and the face beyond recognition has returned to normal.

There is no more scavenger jumping off the building in Building 1 now, and there is a Zhuang Wen who exudes endless hatred.

The lowered head slowly lifted, Zhuang Wen looked at the window at the end of the corridor, her completely black eyes seemed to be staring at something, after a while, black blood flowed out of her body, and the biting hatred twisted. the whole corridor.

Father, you hurt me so bad!!!

The glass on each floor was shattered, and the numbers on all the doors began to bleed. Zhuang Wen didn't look at anyone in the corridor, she walked directly downstairs.

All the places she walked by were black and red smudges.

When she came to the first floor, her blood-stained palm slapped on the locked corridor door.

A colorful butterfly pattern appeared on the white-painted door panel, Zhuang Wen let out a harsh laugh, and she touched the beautiful pattern with her own blood.

Mother becomes crazy because of you.

I will be tortured into an animal because of you.

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My child will die, and I have nothing, because of you.

Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!

The boundless hatred was like a tsunami, crashing on the corridor door. The ghost who jumped from the building is now in a state of failure to break through the hatred. She is different from all the ghosts Han Fei had seen before. All butcher knives must be sharp, and nothing can stop her.

The butterfly pattern on the corridor door shattered a little bit, like a pair of butterfly wings being slowly smashed into pieces.

The locked door was opened, Zhuang Wen didn't stop at all, and entered the black mist outside the building directly.

The mist slowly drifted into the building, and Han Fei stood on the first floor holding the death knife. He wanted to stop the other party but couldn't find a chance.

The father in Zhuang Wen's mouth is definitely not an exorcist. Could it be that her biological father is a butterfly? If this is the case, then as long as you compare all the information left by Zhuang Wen's body, you can slowly lock the butterfly's identity in reality!

The butterfly was a mystery before, but now Han Fei has forced the monster hiding in the mist into a certain area.

Next will be the most dangerous moment, as long as it is not eaten by the monster, there is a chance to kill it!