My Healing Games

Chapter 391 Your Nightmare, I Will Realize It Myself!

In the area where Han Fei was located, the Death Building was the most terrifying building, and Animal Alley was the second most terrifying. He always remembered a sentence: the outsiders controlled by the butterfly never seemed to enter Animal Alley.

At the time, Han Fei thought Animal Alley was terrifying, and even butterflies dared not enter it easily. But when he actually ran into Animal Alley, he found that Animal Alley did not seem too dangerous, and there was not even any top-level resentment.

Upon careful recollection, Han Fei realized that throughout his journey into Animal Alley, he never actually saw a complete spider. The spider he saw was actually pieced together from countless pig-faced monsters in Animal Alley.

Whether it's the evil heart used to consecrate the knife or the good heart used by the doctor's personality to modify, it's essentially nothing more than the spider's heart.

The doctor's personality says that the spider's body was devoured by all the monsters in Animal Alley, but were those monsters really devouring the spider's body?
In the final showdown between the Spider and the Doctor, the Spider only used one ability: to manipulate and crush the flesh and blood of the entire Animal Alley. His web covered every inch of Animal Alley, and this one ability alone was enough to subdue the Doctor. But as the eternal manager of Animal Alley, is this simple and brutal crushing all he knows?

How could a spider that can fight a butterfly to a draw possibly be so easily controlled by its alternate personality?
The real spider is a madman who dares to kill eight of his own in order to ultimately defeat the butterfly.

Therefore, Han Fei vaguely guessed that all of this might be part of the Spider Plan, a play put on for the Butterfly to see.

Animal Alley retains the last vestiges of humanity in this area, just as butterflies constantly collect "flowerpots" to create outsiders, and spiders secretly search for wandering souls carrying humanity.

The butterfly desperately tries to create another version of itself to prevent the nightmare from becoming reality and being killed by the knife that can slaughter the butcher.

The spider, on the other hand, splits his heart between good and evil, gathering the deepest malice and the last bit of humanity that can be found in the deep world, all for the purpose of forging the knife in the butterfly's nightmare!

The two fought from the real world into the deeper world, neither of them succeeding in killing the other, until Han Fei appeared.

With Han Fei's help, the spider forged a sword unlike any other in the deep world, a sword that would slay monsters beyond just butterflies in the future.

The blood vessels contained sins, and that power was completely different from the resentment, hatred, and hatred in the body and heart. It was a power that Han Fei had never seen before in the deep world.

While most vengeful spirits and monsters are adept at manipulating negative emotions and despair, the spider's power stems more from a repentance for sins.

The talisman that had always hung on the writer's window frame was opened by Han Fei. The bloodstains stained with sins tore through the night sky of butterflies, weaving an inescapable spider web under its darkness.

Normally, a butterfly is perfectly capable of escaping a spider web, but now it has lost its ability to move, and the spiders are scattering in front of it.

The spider had been waiting for this moment for who knows how long. It was like a predator hidden deep within its web, only revealing its fangs at the most crucial moment.

Countless bloodstains fell on the butterfly, and the web of sin enveloped it. It desperately flapped its wings, which were made of nightmares, but no matter how intense the pain and despair on its wings were, it could not break the thin "spider silk".

The Death Curse can bring despair and can use all negative emotions to strengthen itself, but it cannot overcome repentance and redemption for sins.

Every strand of the spider's silk is forged by his consciousness, tempered and refined in his spiritual world. It is his longing that connects reality and illusion, and also his understanding of his killing and humanity.

Over the past decade or so, the Deep World has given the spider a place to contemplate. His eyes have seen what lies between life and death, and the spider of today is far more terrifying than any spider in reality.

"The biggest mistake I ever made was not killing you in reality." The more the butterfly struggled, the more the blood-red spider silk gathered on its body. Its wings, which seemed to have stolen all the colors of the deep world, flapped forcefully, and finally the butterfly stirred up its own darkness.

Black butterflies emerged from the night, indiscriminately attacking all the residents inside the building.

Some resentments were caught off guard and their souls were directly pierced by the black butterflies. After the black butterflies had absorbed their resentment, they flew back to the butterfly's body with the death curse on them.

Butterfly is the manager of the Dead Building, but it is completely different from Han Fei. It treats all the lonely ghosts in the Dead Building as its food and tools, and can kill them all when necessary to exchange for its own chance of survival.

In comparison, Han Fei, in order to save the people of Happiness Community, used himself as bait and deliberately used his level 13 body to lure away the unspeakable singing.

They are all managers, but people are completely different.

"You no longer have a chance to kill me." The blood-red light reflected off the spider's body. He hooked a finger on the blood-red spider silk, and the eight shadows following behind him seemed to receive some command, and began to expand rapidly.

Each of them had a bleeding butcher's knife stuck in their heart. At that moment, they grabbed the butterfly's wings, which were trapped in a spider web, and tore them in eight different directions!
After the butterfly's wings were caught by those shadows, Lao Gui and Zhuang Wen, who were originally affected by Meng Chen, were slowly regaining their rationality. Xiao Ba also took advantage of this excellent opportunity to frantically hammer the butterfly.

The once magnificent wings were now tattered, and the situation seemed to have shifted in the spider's favor. However, the spider was not careless at all, and his gaze fell on Han Fei.

Even in such an unfavorable situation, the butterfly still did not give up on Han Fei and was still thinking of performing a soul-summoning ritual, which shows that it had not reached the end of its rope.

The butterfly's eerily handsome face was now covered in lividity, and there was no longer any semblance of calm on its face; its eyes were filled with coldness.

"You will regret it. It was all just a nightmare, but you won't even have a chance to beat me in the nightmare." The butterfly's words seemed to contain some profound meaning. After it finished speaking, several veins emerged from its empty chest.

Those veins echoed the shrine beneath Han Fei's feet, connecting to the broken heart.

Unable to remove the evil spirit from its heart using its blood vessels, the butterfly simply stuffed the heart and the evil spirit together into its own chest.

The shrine, which had endured countless years, shattered within the giant cocoon. The butterfly's hope of breaking free from its hatred had vanished, and it frantically devoured all the deadly curses within the Death Tower, drawing upon the power within its heart.

The ghosts and monsters of every household were drawn into its darkness. The woman in the wedding dress who had been hiding in the corner, the female anchor who was blocked outside Building 4, the madman in Building 1, the old lady on the top floor, and even Zhuang Ren's eldest daughter in room 4144 were all caught up in the death curse. If she hadn't been holding a broken statue in her hand, she would probably have been crushed to pieces.

The butterflies frantically devoured everything in the dead building, causing the apartment buildings to collapse layer by layer. Everyone wailed in despair, but the paper figures made by the butterflies beat drums and gongs, making the mournful music resound throughout the dead building.

"You will die in my nightmares, and I will become your new nightmare, rising from your corpses!"

The butterfly withstood all the attacks and, before its wings were torn apart, strangled the old woman's neck with its veins.

Of all the residents in the dead building, only this old woman had no intention of resisting the butterfly.

“Grandma, there are over thirty people in my family, and they all treat me like a joke and a monster. Only you have ever said a word for me.”

The old woman was struggling to breathe; her neck was deformed, and her eyes, already filled with impurities, were brimming with murky tears.

“But I know you’ve never loved me either, you don’t even know my name.” The vein tightened, pulling the old man towards its heart: “These words cost you ten years of your lifespan, but now you should reunite with them.”

The old woman's remnant soul was stuffed into that broken heart. The heart split open, revealing the faces of the butterfly family of over thirty people. They were crushed and stuck together, living in that broken heart chamber.

After the old man passed away, his broken heart began to beat again, and veins, like buds sprouting from a healing wound, emerged from the butterfly's chest.

The butterfly, which had summoned most of the Death Curses from the Dead Tower, grabbed the wardrobe door behind it. It gave a cold smile to everyone, then exploded the incredibly ugly, huge tumor beneath it. It then grabbed Han Fei's body and pushed open the door of wardrobe 4444.

With its tattered wings flapping wildly, the butterfly brought Han Fei close to the broken heart before entering the room, and newly grown blood vessels began to burrow into Han Fei's body.

The butterfly wanted to forcibly complete the soul-returning ritual; it wanted to possess Han Fei's consciousness and body, and then leave through nightmares.

Perhaps because of Da Nie's interference, the blood vessels moved very slowly. Taking advantage of the time Da Nie bought, Spider, Xiao Ba, and the people of Happiness Community rushed towards cabinet number 4444.

The spider web restricted the butterfly's movement, and it could not directly swallow Han Fei to complete the final step of returning to life.

Both sides were racing against time. The spider's eight figures had already torn the butterfly's wings, and the countless death curses had severely injured everyone in the Death Tower.

Just as the battle reached its final moment, a hand picked up the Rebirth Knife that had fallen into the darkness.

The evil spirit, its face half-covered in blood, picked up the knife from the ground.

Old Ghost's body had been completely destroyed by the Death Curse, his faces were blurred, his skin was like the bark of a hundred-year-old tree, and his long hair had turned completely white.

The black flames of hatred had vanished completely, but the butterfly curse within that hatred remained active.

"Does this mean that our descendants must carry this mark on their lives?"

With his last bit of strength, the old ghost straightened his body. His aged hand gripped the Rebirth Blade, and the souls on his back shattered one by one, all disappearing into the hilt of the blade.

Moving silently among the corpses and wreckage, the old ghost gripped the bladeless knife.

With each step he took, a piece of his back would break off, and his enormous soul body would shrink little by little, while the black flames of hatred that were about to be extinguished stubbornly burned on.

When only the face of the evil soul remained on his back, the taciturn old ghost spoke: "I can no longer use your sword. Now it's your turn to take over everything of this bloodline."

Will we meet again in the future?

"As long as our bloodline continues, we will forever live on your back, supporting you."

"I will relay these words to your child. Is there anything else you would like to say?"

"Gone." The old ghost's own face and the face of the evil spirit on his back both became blurred at the same time. After an incredibly large and clear soul entered the Rebirth Blade, the face on the old ghost's back completely disappeared, and his own face turned into the appearance of the evil spirit.

"Your eyes are a little wet, are you crying? Knowing how good your family is to you, why did you run away from home in the first place? But you were lucky enough to escape the massacre of your entire family because of that." The evil spirit gripped the Rebirth Blade tightly, the black fire of hatred in his heart began to burn, he gradually accelerated, and the expression on his face changed from calm to utter madness!
As he sprinted with all his might, an old arm slowly emerged from the hilt of the knife he was gripping tightly, and then hands joined him in grabbing the hilt!
The dazzling blade sliced ​​through the butterfly's darkness almost instantly. The old ghost burned his own soul, exchanging his evil spirit for strength equal to his hatred!
This brief moment of light illuminated everyone.

The evil spirit dragged the Rebirth Blade and used the blade made of humanity to cleave open the butterfly's broken heart!

"I will personally fulfill your nightmare!"

(End of this chapter)