My Healing Games

Chapter 390 The Butterfly Falling into the Spider's Web

Seven tormented souls were entangled together, bound by despair and pain. Yet, even in this state, the seven of them still made room for an eighth soul deep within their souls.

Hidden deep within her soul, Hachi blinked, and all her resentment and pain poured into her body.

The seed in the palm fell to the ground, and a hideous and terrifying blood flower bloomed deep within the soul.

As the flowers opened in all directions, eight arms smashed through the walls and floor of the dead building, and the cute little girl and the seven souls tormented by despair merged into an enormous monster!

With murderous intent, without saying a word, the monster swung its arm and smashed it towards the butterfly's face.

When Zhuang Wen and Lao Gui attacked the butterfly, the butterfly did not react at all. The calm in its eyes was not broken until it saw Xiao Ba.

"A key? The human body puzzle is finished?"

The surprise on her face lingered for a long time. The butterfly's eyes were fixed on Hachi; it remembered the child's face!

"Oh!"

Having taken a direct punch from Xiao Ba, the butterfly, along with the fleshy sphere beneath its feet, crashed into cabinet number 4444. The already shattered crimson world completely disintegrated and dissolved at that moment.

I'll kill you eight times over!

Wei Youfu's body had been torn apart layer by layer, transforming into an enormous red ghostly shadow. With his last shred of sanity, he gave the out-of-control monster an order: attack the butterfly with all his might, until it was dead.

Its body was covered in blood, as if it had just crawled out of flesh and blood. The way this monster appeared was very similar to how a butterfly transforms into a butterfly in a cocoon of flesh and blood.

The only difference is that butterflies devour others as sacrifices, transforming from ugly monsters into perfect human form.

The victims of the human body mosaic pattern have their souls torn apart, and a monster emerges from the human form.

They are connected in some way. Xiao Ba was originally part of the Butterfly Project, but it was destroyed by Fu Sheng.

"I never thought I'd be so lucky. Today really is the day I'm reborn. After getting this key, I can go deeper and find more fragments of Fu Sheng's memories!" Butterfly's face twisted into a smile, but his joy only lasted a second or two before the berserk monster with eight arms attacked him again.

Before meeting Han Fei, the victims of the human body patchwork pattern had never truly merged together; their bodies were missing key parts, which Han Fei only recently managed to complete.

In other words, apart from the previous building manager, even Xiao Ba himself didn't know just how terrifying he really was.

The enormous body roamed freely within the Death Tower, shrouded in a layer of constantly flowing blood mist, preventing most death curses from penetrating its body.

The eight arms on the back each harbor a different kind of resentment, and what's even more terrifying is that the resentment of the eight people can be perfectly superimposed.

The appearance of Xiao Ba caused a noticeable change in the butterfly's eyes; it was not fear or panic, but greed and longing.

"You want to kill me? I love you so much, I've poured so much heart and soul into you, and I was heartbroken for a long time after losing contact with you." The butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster rushing towards it, speaking in a tone as if it were talking to its own child. Perhaps it really did regard Little Eight as its own child, but in its memory, the love of parents for their children was completely distorted and deformed.

The deeper the torment and pain, the more intense the love.

The monster that Xiaoba transformed into couldn't last too long, otherwise their hard-won sanity would dissipate. But this time, the victims of the human body mosaic pattern seemed to have reached a consensus: even if they lost all their sanity, they would perish together with the butterfly.

"I want to see your struggles. When I was locked in the closet before, I would find the bugs in the corner of the closet, dismantle them bit by bit, and slowly crush them to death. That was my only pleasure back then, and now that pleasure has become a kind of habit." The butterfly stood under its own night sky, with countless pitch-black butterflies fluttering their wings in the darkness. When Xiao Ba and Zhuang Wen approached, the skin and flesh on the butterfly's back exploded, revealing a pair of incomparably dazzling wings, inlaid with countless nightmares, unfolding behind it.

"You lost the moment that song was driven away."

Two enormous black eyes peek from the wings that seem to carry nightmares, with eerie patterns flowing across them like blood vessels connecting the eyeballs.

Compared to its long, livid body, the butterfly wings formed from torn flesh and blood seemed to be the true form of the butterfly.

Its soul and flesh had long since shattered in the nightmare; the handsome, humanoid body was probably just clothes it had found for itself, like the countless blood-stained clothes hanging in the world of the wardrobe.

Laughter rang out, and as those black eyes opened, countless gray-black particles flew off the wings. These things looked like dust from a nightmare, or like shrunken human cocoons.

A cloud of dream dust swept through the night, and those particles transformed into black butterflies in the air. They could easily burrow into the bodies of all the vengeful spirits and monsters marked by the Death Curse, and then affect their minds.

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

This ability is effective not only against resentment, but also against old ghosts who are about to break through to true hatred, and even against ghosts who have failed to break through to hatred and jumped off buildings.

"Your hatred comes from me. Now I've entered your bodies, and you're merging with the person you hate most. How does it feel to want to kill yourself?"

Butterflies are adept at manipulating human nature; manipulation has become their skill.

After being invaded by the black butterfly, the hatred of the ghost Zhuang Wen exploded in her mind. She attacked everything, including herself, like a madwoman. Her reason, which was already on the verge of collapse, was completely extinguished.

Old Ghost's situation is slightly better; his evil soul is completely unaffected by Black Butterfly, and the bloodline he inherited is stubbornly resisting Black Butterfly.

However, the death curse on the old ghost has been triggered, and it's only a matter of time before his soul is scattered.

"Now you're the only one left, but I won't kill you. I'll take away the body and soul of the person you care about most right in front of you, and then become the new him." The butterfly's legs were not yet fully formed, so it couldn't stray too far from the 4444 wardrobe door. After blocking Xiao Ba's attack, it activated the blood vessels under its body and dragged Han Fei, who was still smoking in the distance, toward itself.

Butterfly already valued Han Fei highly, but she didn't expect the Dead Tower to still be in such a mess. She said she didn't care, but her heart was already bleeding.

In order to severely wound the unspeakable song, it paid the price of the shrine and the entire Death Tower's death intent. Now, only one shrine remains in the Death Tower. If it wants to break free from the shackles of hatred and go further, it must protect the last shrine.

Currently, no one in the Dead Building can disturb it. It knows the location of all the vengeful ghosts clearly, and only Han Fei remains between it and the shrine.

How could a mere living person possibly stop a butterfly born of hatred?
With flapping wings, the black butterflies continued to surge forth. The cracks on the wardrobe door behind the butterflies were also slowly widening, indicating that using their abilities came at a price.

However, the outcome is already decided, and the butterfly can afford to pay these costs.

The cigarette in Han Fei's hand was almost burned out. The moment the smoke dissipated, even without the butterfly's intervention, the swarms of black butterflies would make Han Fei wish he were dead.

When Han Fei faced a life-or-death crisis, the residents of Happiness Community did not hesitate and climbed onto the cocoon. They wanted to stop the butterfly, but judging from the current situation, it seemed more like they were going to their deaths with Han Fei.

What Butterfly didn't expect was that Xiao Ba, who had already lost control, would stop attacking and go to save Han Fei when he saw that Han Fei was in danger.

Its enormous body tried to grasp the giant cocoon, but the shrine and butterfly inside the cocoon echoed each other, and there was some kind of connection between them.

"If you break through to become hatred, you might actually be able to save him from me. Unfortunately, you are just a key. The person who stole you from me never intended to nurture you properly. He and I were just using you."

The giant cocoon, intertwined with blood vessels, burst open under the butterfly's control. Several blood vessels connected to its body seized the opportunity to grab the shrine in the chaos, dragging Han Fei along with them to its front.

As the butterfly drew ever closer, Han Fei's eyes became bloodshot. He bit down on the last bit of cigarette he had left, grabbed the shrine with one hand, and gripped the Rebirth Blade tightly with the other.

"It's useless. The future in a nightmare will only happen in a nightmare." The black eyes on the butterfly's wings were fixed on the Rebirth Blade in Han Fei's hand. With the flapping of its wings, countless black butterflies surged like a black tide.

Everything seemed beyond change. Even though the Rebirth Blade could slay butterflies, Han Fei no longer had the ability to wield it.

One is an ordinary person, and the other is a monster of hatred that has been transformed many years ago. The gap in strength is enough to erase all schemes.

"The eyes on my wings have always been watching you, whether in reality or here. I will make good use of your body and become the person you hate the most."

As the smoke dissipated, the black butterfly, like a chain, pierced through Han Fei's limbs. He tried his best to grab the Rebirth Blade, but the blade that the butterfly feared most still fell into the darkness.

"What do you have left now?" Even if the butterfly can't move, even if it's injured, it is still genuine hatred, and a rather terrifying kind of hatred at that.

The wings trapped Lao Gui and Zhuang Wen, while the deformed body fought with Xiao Ba. At the same time, it was also manipulating blood vessels to bring Han Fei and the shrine to its side.

To this day, everything remains under the butterfly's control.

When it saw Han Fei's Rebirth Blade fall, a smile appeared on the butterfly's twisted face. Its destined future had been rewritten, and it was the one who would have the last laugh.

Funeral music filled the dead building once more, and paper figures crawled out of the ruins, preparing for the final ritual of the night of returning souls.

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

After his soul was split, Han Fei got closer and closer to the butterfly. When the butterfly could reach out and grab the shrine and Han Fei, a special emotion appeared in Han Fei's eyes, despite his desperate and painful expression.

He had been hiding a talisman in the hand that wasn't holding the knife, but he didn't open it until he was really close to the butterfly.

The stench of decay instantly filled the dead building, and streaks of blood, like spider webs, tore through the night sky.

When the amulet was fully opened, a man wearing a pig-face mask and followed by eight different shadows stepped out of the amulet.

He reeked of the stench of blood and flesh, and his chest felt empty. It seemed that he had placed his heart elsewhere; at this moment, his chest was filled only with endless hatred for the butterfly!

"It's really not easy to fool you. It took me ten years to hide myself properly."

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and the smile on the butterfly's face froze instantly. She gritted her teeth and uttered two words.

"spider!"

Huang Ying is the only man who has ever defeated Butterfly. Before Huang Ying, there was another man who fought Butterfly from the real world to the deeper world, and they never reached a conclusion.

(End of this chapter)