My Healing Games

Chapter 387 The Manager of the Dead Building (4000 words)

"Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated? Don't struggle anymore. Someone like you will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Being a bedbug in your next life would be a miracle."

Huang Ying is now truly fearless. He even tried to catch the butterfly that was in a hurry to leave, but unfortunately, he was too badly injured to even lift his hand.

In the nightmare, the woman's body was changing little by little. She wanted to torture Huang Ying with the most painful way to die, but there was no time left.

The crack in her chest was slowly widening, her face began to contort, and dark red veins appeared in her pupils.

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

The seemingly ordinary wardrobe trembled gently like a living heart after the woman entered, with veins extending from it, piercing through the deepest part of the nightmare.

Huang Ying's nightmare began to collapse. The woman's body had completely changed, and strange patterns appeared on her skin. Those patterns and blood vessels intertwined to form eerie designs on the wardrobe.

It seemed as if it had been locked in a closet for a long time. In this narrow, dark space, it imagined the world it thought it was, and inadvertently saw the end of the nightmare.

The cramped space was filled with darkness, which spread towards the area where consciousness spread. After the blood-red consciousness enveloped everything, the woman's body became completely blurred. She used all her strength to push open the cabinet door behind the wardrobe.

Huang Ying's nightmare shattered instantly, and the figure that imprisoned him entered a strange room through the wardrobe deep within the nightmare.

The room had no doors or windows; it was more like a long corridor than a room, with two wardrobes standing on either side.

One is connected to nightmares, and the other is connected to the deeper world.

At this moment, cracks have appeared on the wardrobe that connects to the deeper world, and those cracks are continuing to widen.

It is worth noting that the cracks on the wardrobe also appeared on the woman's body, as if the woman and the wardrobe were originally one, and she and this special cursed object had merged together.

Along the long corridor are displayed bound souls and consciousnesses, like offerings awaiting the "gods" to devour them. Feng Ziyu, who disappeared in the real world, is also on display here.

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

Standing at one end of the nightmare, it cannot walk directly through the corridor; it seems that the stronger the soul, the greater the resistance it encounters.

However, soon the sound of a soul-summoning bell came from outside the wardrobe, and the chanting of soul-summoning songs from every household and the fear in their hearts slowly seeped into this strange room.

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

The blurry body devoured the surrounding "offerings" with abandon. The resemblance between it and a human diminished, while the hatred in its heart grew stronger.

In the urgency of the situation, its body only swallowed the most crucial few offerings before being led to the other side of the corridor by the soul bell and the pull of fear.

Its frenzied devouring had transformed its body into an irregular, fleshy monster, but now it couldn't care less about anything else. Its arms, bound together by resentment and fear, finally gripped the wardrobe door.

The bloodstains on the door instantly melted and dripped into the monster's body, and a room number on the cabinet door slowly 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 private room.

Carrying all the hatred and pain from the nightmare, that hand pushed open the cabinet door in room 4444!
The world of the wardrobe, riddled with holes, almost completely collapsed at this moment, and an overwhelming hatred emanated from the wardrobe at its very center.

The closest old ghost was violently swept away, and everyone stared intently at the center of the world.

Blood-stained clothes fluttered down like red paper money, and the sound of the soul bell echoed throughout the Death Tower, as if the sky here had collapsed.

A scarred arm emerged from the cabinet door, followed by a soul twisted to an extreme, resembling a fleshy ball with a slightly human shape.

A terrifying aura filled the Dead Building as all the death curses were triggered simultaneously!
The fear and resentment in the residents' hearts erupted, and an ugly face gradually emerged from the monster's body. No one in this world was obsessed with it, no one cared about it, and no one even wanted to glance at it.

In order to avoid being forgotten, it abandoned its humanity and planted hatred and pain in everyone's heart.

The Death Curse is drawing something from all the residents of the building. Each person has a different curse on them. While the vengeful ghosts in the building are suffering a fate worse than death, the same curse is also appearing on the monster's skin.

It is the source of all death curses; the more suffering the cursed ghost endures, the more powerful and terrifying it becomes.

As each death curse was activated, the monster's skin began to crack, and necrotic flesh fell away bit by bit, revealing a pair of fair, flawless arms piercing through its scarred skin.

Long, slender fingers tore open his skin, and a monster that looked like a human, whose gender was indistinguishable at first glance, crawled out of his flesh.

A soaring hatred swept through the entire wardrobe world, emerging from the corpses of the past like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, its blood and flesh splattering in all directions like unfolded butterfly wings.

Black death curses and fresh bloodstains painted the most eerie patterns on his wings. His fair skin was free of any scars, but countless death curses flowed beneath it.

However, perhaps because he did not consume enough offerings, or perhaps because the ritual was not performed properly, his legs were still encased in ugly flesh and blood and had not yet fully formed.

The world of the wardrobe is still collapsing, and the death curse on the old ghost is activated again. The blood-red butterfly deep in his hatred flutters its wings, wanting to take everything away from him.

The black flames in his eyes flickered, and the aura emanating from the old ghost rose and fell, but what remained constant was the reflection of himself in his pupils and the mad and domineering evil aura.

"The manager of the dead building?" The evil spirit did not retreat a step. It took over the old ghost's body, inherited the old ghost's bloodline, and also suffered the pain of the old ghost and his descendants.

The pain, branded deep into the blood, was enough to break any normal person, but the expression on the evil soul's face remained unchanged.

He could feel his own and Old Ghost's souls dissipating, the death curse was taking effect, and resisting it was tantamount to suicide.

However, he still had time on this path to his death.

He intends to kill the building's manager on his way to death!
The evil spirit never considered retreating or compromising. Since the caster would not voluntarily lift the death curse, this was the only remaining option.

“Old man, these next few minutes may be our last. There are a few things I need to tell you beforehand. Your grandson is too weak; he can't even keep his soul conscious. But I can feel his longing for you and his father. You often scolded him for being timid and weak when you were alive, but the fact that he responded to your summoning of his soul took all his courage. I know you love him very much, but don't forget, since the summoning was successful, it means that his love for you is no less than yours. He has never blamed you, never hated you, and only feels longing and gratitude for you.”

“He can’t speak, so I’ll relay everything in his heart.” After saying this, the evil spirit reached out and grabbed the old ghost’s heart: “This kind of person shouldn’t die now. We must find a way out for him.”

A finger pierced his chest; pain, memories, despair—all of it fueled his hatred. The evil spirit wanted 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 crazed old ghost, its beautiful eyes seeming to be fixed on a dying reptile.

In its view, the only thing it might be unable to do was to be unable to return to the Dead Tower.

As the manager of this dead building, everything ended the moment it arrived here.

The ceremony was not completed and started 44 minutes earlier, but these factors did not have a significant impact.

The butterfly's gaze slowly moved to the face of the evil spirit. He prepared himself, knowing that as long as his body remained, that was enough.

A suitable body is not easy to find, and a living person who can support you is one in ten thousand. The preparations over the years have not been in vain.

Sensing that the old ghost was beginning to burn his soul, Butterfly gently touched her heart with her slender fingers.

The Death Curse, etched on his chest, appeared on his skin as if a sharp knife had sliced ​​through it.

Blue butterflies flew out of its body; they were souls containing its own consciousness, or it could be seen as its substitutes.

The residents of the Happiness Community had seen similar blue butterflies before, and they felt inexplicably familiar with them.

The evil spirit became highly alert as the blue butterflies approached, but instead of entering his body, they flew past him and left the wardrobe world.

A butterfly does not have a heart in its thorax, and it is far from being at its strongest.

The evil spirit also realized this, and without any more scruples, it prepared to be completely destroyed and attacked the butterfly with all its might!
This is the first person who dared to stand up and challenge Butterfly in the Dead Building since she became its manager.

"The soul-returning ritual has begun. I've divided you into different souls to make it easier to devour you." The butterfly's handsome, almost inhuman face remained expressionless, as if everything was still under its control.

As the old ghost charged toward it, the butterfly made no move. It stared into the eyes of the evil spirit, and the emotions contained in its own pupils slowly began to resemble those of the evil spirit. This freak was imitating everything about the evil spirit.

“Your soul has been imprisoned in someone else’s body. If you want to merge with it, you must kill them with your own hands. Once you kill any one of them, you will be no different from me.”

Only when the old ghost's arm, covered in black flames, reached out before her did the patterns on the butterfly's body suddenly erupt with surging hatred.

That hatred was like a tidal wave, far surpassing that of the old ghost.

The blood of his ancestors flowed through his body, and the fire in the old ghost's heart flickered like a candle flame under the wash of the waves, but it was not extinguished.

The joints on their backs gradually opened, and all the younger generation opened their eyes. The murderer who had wiped out their family was right in front of them, and all their hatred coalesced.

The butterfly's legs were not yet fully formed and were still connected to its ugly flesh, so it could not stray too far from the wardrobe, but this did not have a significant impact on it.

More than its limited mobility, it was concerned that it had not become a handsome person and remained a strange deformity.

"I'm keeping you around because you're useful to me, and now it's time for you to put your skills to use."

The butterfly's arms stretched outwards, and countless butterflies had already flown all over the Dead Building. Countless blood vessels extended from the Dead Building, piercing 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 cast a curse on you and gave you three months. I didn't expect you to dare to enter the Death Tower in less than half a month. Is that singing outside your confidence to enter the Death Tower ahead of time?" Butterfly's voice hid a deep anger. Everything had been planned. Even the most abnormal person would at least be well prepared before entering the Death Tower, but Han Fei was an exception.

From the moment Han Fei began participating in the human body puzzle, Butterfly noticed him, both in the Deep World and in reality.

It was well aware of Han Fei's weakness; it simply regarded Han Fei as one of its own potential candidates.

But to its utter surprise, only a few weeks had passed, not even months, and that once weak person had run into the dead building, attracting an unspeakable, incredibly furious ghost!
These are normal, unspeakable beings with their own shrines, and even mentioning their names is cursed. It's truly unbelievable that such high and mighty "demons" would go mad to this extent.

The blue butterfly is a fragment of the dead building's manager's soul, containing its consciousness and despair, and also serving as its eyes and ears.

At this moment, blue butterflies flew all over the Dead Building. As the manager of the Dead Building, the butterflies also saw the tragic state of the Dead Building.

If we had come back any later, this building might not have survived.

The deathly aura and the singing that enveloped the community were intertwined. There was an unspeakable threat from the outside, and what made it even more uneasy was that the foundation of the dead building had been shaken. Its greatest secret seemed to have been compromised.

"The Unspeakable is indeed a problem, but the thing outside the building seems to have been seriously injured, and is very different from the normal Unspeakable. If you think that it can stop the soul-returning ritual, you are being too naive."

A drop of black blood dripped from the butterfly's empty chest. It smashed all the blood vessels connected to itself into the ground, causing the ground to crack and collapse layer by layer. Death surged from the depths of the earth like an endless ocean!
In that sea of ​​death, floated countless children's nightmares, withering blood flowers, and a giant cocoon woven from 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 the first thing he wanted to do after entering the Dead Building was to check it out.

(End of this chapter)