My Iyashikei Game

Are you rushing to reincarnate in a hurry? Don't struggle. You definitely won't be able to enter reincarnation. Being a bedbug in your next life is a change of fate.

Huang Ying is really not afraid of anything now, he even wanted to catch the butterfly who was anxious to leave, but unfortunately he was so injured that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

In the nightmare, the woman's body was changing little by little. She wanted to torture Huang Ying directly with the most painful death method, but now there is no time.

The crack on her chest was slowly expanding, her face began to twist, and black and red blood vessels appeared in her pupils.

Blood began to seep from under the clothes, and twisted hands closed the cabinet door.

The seemingly ordinary wardrobe, after the woman entered, trembled like the heart of a living person, and blood vessels extended from it, running through the deepest part of the nightmare.

Huang Ying's nightmare began to collapse. The woman whose body had completely changed had strange lines on her skin, and those lines and blood vessels interweaved strange patterns on the wardrobe.

It once seemed to be locked in a closet for a long time. In this narrow and dark space, it imagined the world that it thought, and inadvertently saw the end of the nightmare.

The cramped space was filled with darkness and spread toward the place covered by consciousness. After the blood-red consciousness enveloped everything, the woman's body became completely blurred, and she pushed open the door behind the wardrobe with all her strength.

Huang Ying's nightmare was instantly shattered, and the figure that imprisoned him entered a strange room through the wardrobe in the depths of the nightmare.

This room has no doors or windows. It is not so much a room as it is a long corridor with two wardrobes standing on both sides of the corridor.

One is connected to the nightmare, one is connected to the deep world.

At this time, a crack has appeared in the wardrobe connected to the deep world, and the crack is still expanding.

It is worth noting that the cracks on the wardrobe also appeared on the woman's body. It seems that the woman and the wardrobe are one body, and she and this special curse have been fused together.

In the long corridor, there are bounded souls and consciousnesses. They are like offerings, waiting for the God to enjoy them. Feng Ziyu, who disappeared in the real world, is also displayed here.

Blood covered the body, the woman's face became terrifying, she was no longer a person, but a monster.

Stopping at the end of the nightmare, it can't walk directly through the corridor. It seems that the stronger the soul, the greater the resistance it will encounter.

But soon the spirit bell of extradition came from outside the closet, and the soul-calling songs recited by every household and the fear in their hearts slowly poured into this strange room.

All the fear and fear of butterflies wrapped around its body like silk threads, dragging it little by little to the other side of the corridor.

The vague body devoured the surrounding sacrificial offerings recklessly. There were fewer and fewer resemblances to people on its body, but the hatred in its heart became stronger and stronger.

The situation was urgent, and its body only swallowed the most crucial sacrifices, and it was led to the other side of the corridor by the extradition of Soul Bell and the fear.

Devouring it frantically, it turned its body into an irregular flesh-and-blood monster, but now it can't care about so many things, and its arms, hooked by resentment and fear, finally grabbed the door of the wardrobe.

The blood on the door melted instantly, dripping into the monster's body, and a house number on the cabinet door gradually became clear - room 4444.

Room 4444 is not a room, but a butterfly's wardrobe. For this monster who has been imprisoned in the wardrobe since childhood, the wardrobe is its own room.

Carrying all the hatred and pain in the nightmare, that hand pushed open the cabinet door of room 4444!

At this moment, the riddled wardrobe world was almost completely shattered, and the monstrous hatred emanated from the wardrobe at the very center of the wardrobe world.

The nearest old ghost was swept away, and everyone was staring at the center of the world.

The bloody clothes fell, like red paper money flying, the soul bell rang through the dead building, and the sky here seemed to be cracked.

A scarred arm stretched out of the cabinet door, followed by a soul that was twisted to the extreme, like a human-shaped flesh ball.

A terrifying breath appeared in the dead building, and all the death curses were artificially triggered at the same time!

The fear and resentment in the hearts of the owners erupted, and an ugly face gradually emerged from the monster's body. No one in this world is obsessed with it, no one cares about it, and no one even wants to take a second look at it.

In order not to let itself be forgotten, it abandoned humanity and planted hatred and pain in everyone's heart.

The death curse was extracting something from all the owners in the building, and the curse on each person was different. When the ghost in the building was worse than death, the same curse appeared on the monster's skin.

It is the source of all death curses, and the more painful the cursed ghost, the more powerful and terrifying it is.

As the death curse was activated, the monster's skin began to crack, the necrotic flesh fell little by little, and a pair of fair and flawless arms penetrated the scarred skin.

The slender fingers tore open his own skin, and a monster who looked like a human and could not tell the gender at first glance crawled out of his flesh and blood.

The hatred to the sky swept the entire wardrobe world, it broke into a butterfly in the past corpse, and the flesh and blood splashed around like the wings of a butterfly.

The black death curse and fresh blood have drawn the most enchanting lines on his wings. There is no scar on its fair skin, but there are countless death curses flowing under its skin.

But maybe it's because I didn't swallow

The food was of the best quality, or because the ritual did not proceed normally, his legs were still in ugly flesh and not fully formed.

The wardrobe world is still collapsing, the death curse on the old ghost is activated again, and the bloody butterfly in the depths of his hatred flutters and wants to take everything from him.

The black fire in his eyes is uncertain, the aura on the old ghost's body is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but what remains unchanged is the figure reflected in his pupils, as well as the crazy and domineering evil spirit.

Dead Building Manager? The evil spirit did not take a step back. He took over the old ghost's body, inherited the old ghost's blood, and also suffered the pain of the old ghost and his descendants.

The pain that was branded deep into the blood was enough to make any normal person collapse, but the expression of Evil Soul did not change.

He could feel that the souls of himself and the old ghost were passing, and the death curse struck, and confrontation was equivalent to death.

But on the way to death, he still has time.

He wants to kill the manager of the dead building in the process of rushing to death!

The Soul of Evil has never thought about retreating and compromising. Since the caster will not take the initiative to lift the death curse, there is only one way left.

Old guy, the next few minutes may be our last time. I have a few words to tell you in advance, your grandson is too weak to keep his soul awake, but I can feel it in his heart. I miss you and his father. You often reprimanded him for being timid and weak during his lifetime. In fact, he was able to take the initiative to respond to your conjuration. It took a lifetime of courage. I know you love him very much, but don't forget that since the conjuration can be successful , that shows that he loves you no less than you in his heart, he has never blamed you, never hated you, and only misses and is grateful to you.

He couldn't speak, so I'll recite everything in his heart. After saying this, the evil spirit reached out and grabbed the old ghost's heart: Such a person should not die now, we have to find a way out for him.

The finger pierced the chest, pain, memory, despair, all turned into the fuel of hatred, the soul of evil wants to make the fire in the old ghost's heart burn even more fiercely!

The butterfly standing in front of the wardrobe stared at the crazy old ghost, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be staring at a dying reptile.

In its view, the only possibility of being defeated is that he cannot return to the dead building.

As the manager of the dead building, when it's here, it's over.

The ceremony was not complete, and the time started forty-four minutes earlier, but these had little impact.

Butterfly's eyes slowly moved to the face of the evil spirit, and he prepared his body for himself, and that was enough.

A suitable body is not easy to find, and there are no living people who can carry him. The preparations over the past few years have not been wasted.

Sensing that the old ghost was starting to burn his soul, Butterfly's slender fingers gently tapped on his heart.

The death curse engraved on his chest appeared on the skin, as if a sharp knife had cut through the skin on his chest.

A blue butterfly flew out of its body, which was a soul containing his own consciousness, and it could also be regarded as its substitute.

People in the blue butterfly happiness community have seen similar ones, and they feel familiar for some reason.

After the blue butterfly approached, the evil spirit was highly vigilant, but the butterflies did not enter his body, but flew past him and left the wardrobe world.

Butterfly has no heart in its thorax, and it is far from its strongest state now.

The Soul of Evil has also noticed this, he no longer has any scruples, he is ready to scatter his soul, and he will do his best to attack the butterfly!

This is the first person who dared to stand up and challenge it in the dead building since Butterfly became the manager of the dead building.

The soul-returning ceremony has already begun. I divided you into different souls to make it easier to swallow. Butterfly is so handsome that there is no expression on his face, it seems that everything is still under his control. .

Seeing the old ghost rushing in, Butterfly did not make any movement. It stared at the eyes of Evil Soul, and the emotions contained in its pupils gradually became the same as Evil Soul. This freak was imitating everything about Evil Soul.

Your soul has been imprisoned in other people's bodies. If you want to merge, you have to kill them with your own hands. As long as you kill any of them, then you are no different from me.

It wasn't until the old ghost's arm full of black fire reached out to his eyes that the lines on Butterfly's body suddenly burst into surging hatred.

That hatred is like waves, far surpassing the old ghost.

The blood of the ancestors flowed in the body, and the fire in the old ghost's heart was like candlelight, swaying under the washing of the waves, but it did not go out.

The joints on the back were stretched a little bit, the eyes of all the juniors were opened, the murderer who destroyed the door was in front of them, and the hatred of all of them was condensed together.

Butterfly's legs are not yet fully formed, and they are still connected with ugly flesh and blood. It can't get too far from the wardrobe, but this does not affect it too much.

Rather than being restricted in movement, it is more concerned that it has not turned into a handsome person after all, and is still a weird deformity.

I kept you because you were useful to me, and it's time for you to make a difference.

Butterfly's hands stretched out, the butterflies have flown all over the dead building, and countless blood vessels stretched out from the dead building, running through the cracks in the wardrobe world, and connecting with the butterfly's body.

It seemed to sense something and glanced in a certain direction.

I personally cursed you and gave you three months, but I didn't expect half a month.

You dare to enter the dead building before you arrive. Is the singing outside the confidence for you to enter the dead building in advance? There was a trace of deep anger hidden in Butterfly's voice. Everything had already been planned, even if it was an abnormal person, at least he would be well prepared before entering the dead building, but Han Fei was an exception.

Since Han Fei started participating in the human body puzzle, Butterfly has noticed Han Fei, whether in the deep world or in reality.

It clearly knows Han Fei's weakness, and it just treats Han Fei as its own optional body.

But it never imagined that only a few weeks had passed, and it could not even be counted in months, that the once weak person had run into the dead building, and also attracted an indescribable and extremely furious ghost. !

Normal unspeakable existences, having their own shrines, and even mentioning their names would be cursed. But it is incredible that such a high-level ghost can go mad to this point.

The blue butterfly is the soul of the manager of the dead building, hiding its consciousness and despair, as well as its eyes and ears.

At this time, the blue butterfly flew all over the dead building. As the manager of the dead building, the butterfly also saw the tragic situation of the dead building.

If you come back one step later, this building may not be preserved.

The death intent that enveloped the community was entangled with the singing, and there was an unspeakable threat outside. What made it even more disturbing was that the foundation of the dead building had also been shaken, and its biggest secret seemed to have a problem.

The ineffable is indeed a trouble, but the thing outside the building seems to have been seriously injured, which is far from the normal ineffable. If you think that you can stop the soul-returning ceremony with it, you are too naive.

A drop of black blood dripped from the empty chest of the butterfly, and it smashed all the blood vessels connected to itself into the ground.

In the sea of ​​death, there are the nightmares of countless children, withered blood flowers, and a giant cocoon intertwined by countless blood vessels.

I've waited too long for this moment, and no one can stop me!

Butterfly was most worried about the underground shrine, so after he entered the dead building, he wanted to check it as soon as possible.