My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 388 The Butterfly Must Die! (4000)

Chapter 388: Chapter 388 The Butterfly Must Die! (4000)

After the landlord died, his three children paid him tribute with three cigarettes, which eventually ended up in the hands of Han Fei.

Each of these cigarettes corresponded to one of the landlord’s children’s lingering thoughts; by lighting up the cigarette, it was possible to awaken the residual consciousness of the person, and to gain their protection before the smoke dissipated.

When Han Fei encountered Zhuang Ren in reality, he had entered the old house where the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical once lived and accidentally discovered a broken music box, a wooden puppet wearing a mask, and a piece of children’s clothing smeared with paint that bore words and blessings given to one’s own child.

Within the music box, there remained a song for soul-summoning, its melody almost identical to the Deep World’s song.

From this, Han Fei deduced that the song from the Deep World might be one of the landlord’s three children.

Even if the speculation was wrong, it really didn’t matter.

Han Fei had realized something, each time he lit a cigarette, the song would resonate emotionally.

The first time he lit a cigarette was in the Yimin Convenience Store, and not long after the cigarette began to burn, the song appeared on Yimin Street.

The second time was in the Death Building’s first tower; as soon as he lit the cigarette here, the song, as if stimulated, suddenly intensified.

The first two times Han Fei lit the cigarettes, he exited the game immediately, causing the song to lose its target, but this last time, Han Fei was not planning to hide; he had nowhere to hide.

With no escape, facing life and death, Han Fei displayed a breadth of spirit incomprehensible to the ordinary person; through the smoke, he looked at the Butterfly with an expression as if he were watching falling ash.

"I stand on your shrine and let a bug eat your heart. What can you do?"

The smoke curled around Han Fei, seemingly blurring the boundary between reality and illusion. Behind Han Fei, within the drifting smoke, a pair of indifferent eyes faintly opened.

If Han Fei turned around, he would find that these eyes closely resembled those he had seen inside the shrine at Happiness Residential Community.

Han Fei was unaware of what was behind him, he was just used to not showing his fear, and right now there was no trace of panic or fear on his face.

He looked completely at ease, as if everything was already settled, though he had nothing at all.

Regardless of how unfazed Han Fei appeared, it really had no significant impact on the Butterfly. The issue was that after Han Fei lit the cigarette, the song outside, as if suddenly jolted, tore through the black fog and Death Intent in layers, seeking to force its way into the Death Building!

The cigarette Han Fei had just lit seemed like a signal to commence, and none of this appeared to be a coincidence.

Now, with the Butterfly’s legs still unformed and the cupboard door behind it not yet fully restored, it absolutely would not allow an unspeakable horror to enter here.

"How long has it been since I encountered such a terrible situation? Everything has been moving along a predetermined trajectory, and it’s been so long since I’ve seen anything unexpected happen," the Butterfly murmured.

The building was shaking, as if it could collapse the next second. Under the song’s relentless onslaught, the black mist formed by Death Intent was torn open with a gap.

The sorrowful song rose in everyone’s ears, as if a pool of ice water were poured over the soul, cold from the inside out, bone-chilling.

Numerous blood vessels buried within the Death Building ruptured, the floors and walls oozed an abundance of black blood, and everything in sight was twisted under the pressure of that terrifying aura.

Even an unspeakable entity that had been seriously injured was far from something common hatred could stop.

The night sky of butterflies was tainted with a hue of blood, and the black expanse seemed on the verge of turning red. The Butterfly knew if it didn’t take action immediately, the Death Building would certainly be destroyed.

No one could defy the Unspeakable Will; those who enraged it faced annihilation, along with the structures they had dwelled in.

"This building is the altar where I change bodies. If you want to overthrow my table, then don’t blame me for smashing your shrine. By the way, you are grievously injured, and you probably don’t even have your own shrine, do you?" The Butterfly’s blood vessels that connected to the Death Building suddenly extended upwards, and while it manipulated all of the Death Intent to hinder Gesheng, it also dragged down the shrine belonging to the top floor.

Within the Death Building, there were two shrines: one at the top and one at the bottom.

Han Fei was now stepping on the shrine at the bottom floor, where a broken heart worshiped within was being gnawed on by the Big Evil. The Butterfly shifted its focus to the other shrine.

"The night of Soul-returning has arrived, and the shrine left by the previous manager is of no use to me now. Soon I will have a new body. Whether to be a human or a god, the choice is mine to make!"

The family portrait placed on the altar of the top floor was stuffed by the Butterfly into the shrine; it opened the top floor’s shrine before Gesheng could invade the Death Building completely.

Within the ordinary-looking shrine was a headless God Statue about half a meter tall. It resembled an old man, tall and upright, but his body was carved with countless Death Curses.

As the Butterfly’s family photo touched the God Statue, the deformed figure hidden within the photo instantly burrowed into the statue, activating the dense Death Curses. The Butterfly frantically began to infuse the Death Intent of the Death Building into the statue.

At the same time, every God Statue drawn forth from beneath the bed in room 4144 by the Soul of Evil began to change. They wailed and screamed, and then burst one after another.

The heads wrapped in white paper and the fine pieces of flesh scattered across the floor from the statues, converged from all directions, slowly forming an elderly man’s head.

The eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of that head were sewn shut with numerous Death Curses. Despite having eyes and ears, it was deaf and blind.

Meanwhile, Han Fei and the people from the Happiness Residential Community saw the head too—it bore the face of the former Building Chief!

"Fragments of the former Building Chief’s memories!" Han Fei’s pupils shrank suddenly. The former Building Chief’s memories had been split into several parts, with the fragment holding the Black Box memories hidden in the Happiness Residential Community, and other Memory Fragments scattered across other structures in the Deep World.

Han Fei wanted to save the former Building Chief’s head, but he didn’t have the capability to do so.

"I’m too lazy to keep digging through your memories. Since you don’t want to tell me anything, then disappear forever with those secrets," the Butterfly said, grabbing the former Building Chief’s head sealed with the Death Curse and stuffing it back into the shrine. It then combined the God Statue’s body filled with Death Intent and the old man’s head.

Death Curses emerged from the old man’s body, piercing through his skin, carrying his Divinity, and spreading over the shrine.

The shrine that hosted the Divine Spirit of the old man was desecrated by the Death Curse; it seemed as though a taboo had been triggered. The seven orifices of the old man, sewn by the Death Curse, oozed black blood, and all the Curse Words within his body ultimately condensed into one character: "Death."

"Casting a spell with the Unspeakable memories and the shrine should injure it again, right?" Standing under the night sky, the Butterfly controlled all the black fog within the Death Building, tearing apart the God Statue of the old man and its head.

A tremendous black flower blossomed within the Death Intent, with all the black fog converging towards one point.

From a distance, Han Fei also witnessed this terrifying sight. After all the Death Intent was absorbed, he saw a blood-red giant hand amidst the Gesheng.

Previously, during his escape from the game, he had encountered this hand twice, nearly being caught by it each time.

"My eyes can’t see its full form?"

With only level thirteen abilities, Han Fei watched a battle far beyond his capabilities unfold, as the flower that had exhausted the building’s Death Intent bloomed amidst the Gesheng.

But what Han Fei and Butterfly hadn’t expected was that when the old man’s head and torso erupted with the most terrifying Death Curse, the huge hand of blood and the song behind it not only did not dodge but seemed to actively open its embrace, as if it wanted to place the old man’s head into its own heart.

The Death Curse erupted! Despair and pain seeped through the song, and everyone heard the sound of something shattering.

Blood rain began to fall from the sky, the black fog dissipated, and only Building Four in the Death Building complex remained normal, the other three buildings were now completely covered with flesh and curse.

Butterfly had used up the Death Intent accumulated under the Death Building for countless years, destroyed a Shrine and all of the Death Curses on it, and with this as the price, it seemed to have injured the song.

"Dead?"

After a brief pause, the song once again sounded in everyone’s ears, but even without the black fog, everyone still couldn’t locate it, as if it lived in people’s hearts, appearing at any time as long as the fear it brought couldn’t be forgotten.

"Prepare to rescue Han Fei," Mirror God spoke up, carried on Yinglong’s back, "The song has moved away, it took away the former Building Chief’s head and the defiled Shrine, when it returns, it might truly become Unspeakable."

"Won’t you wait a little longer? The situation is still unclear, and the Building Chief should be safe for the time being," Li Zai looked towards where Han Fei was.

All the butterflies that flew to Han Fei’s side lost their way in the smoke; Butterfly’s night enveloped everything, but it could not harm Han Fei at all.

At this moment, Han Fei was smoking, standing under Butterfly’s night sky, looking at the human nature spark imprisoned in the night, his eyes showing pity.

At such a time, he seemed more worried about others than his own safety. What kind of sentiment was this?

"We can’t wait any longer!" A voice rose from the back of the crowd, Wei Youfu took off his hat, his gaze freezing on Han Fei—he understood Han Fei too well: "Take action!"

At this moment, the Shrine on the top and the entire Death Intent of the Death Building had just erupted, the residual curses and the hatred that could scorch souls drifted about, but the people of the Happiness Residential Community did not hesitate.

Those figures entered directly into Butterfly’s night; perhaps Butterfly’s night concealed many nightmares, gathering the most terrifying things in the world, but none of them turned back.

"Eager to die?"

Large livor mortis spots appeared on Butterfly’s skin; its handsome face was like a piece of inferior jigsaw puzzle, with Death Intent continuously emerging from beneath its skin.

The collision just now also had a significant impact on Butterfly, with many of the blood vessels it controlled breaking, but in its view, paying such a price to drive away an Unspeakable was still worth it.

"Back when I was still alive, everyone wanted me dead. I tried very hard to please them, but in the end, I received only double the revulsion," Butterfly said.

"I’ve always been wondering about one thing. If I pretended to have amnesia, would they have thrown me away as a stranger? Maybe I wouldn’t even qualify as a stranger, but just an object?"

The residents of Happiness Residential Community walked through Butterfly’s night, no matter how dangerous it was ahead, they kept moving towards where Han Fei was.

These were pitiful people, lovable people, and also a bunch that infuriated and disgusted Butterfly.

"You want to save him? Then I’ll do just the opposite of what you wish. The only thing that brings me joy in this world is to see all of you struggle hard and then reap despair," Butterfly declared.

With each word Butterfly spoke, the human nature spark in the darkness behind it screamed.

When that painful sound reached everyone’s ears, everyone realized that those sparks imprisoned a large number of souls at the brink of death!

The butterfly was constantly torturing them, deriving twisted pleasure from listening to their wails and suffering!

Those shimmering specks of light would fill the butterfly’s night with despair when they emitted in pain, making its night grow even darker and more sinister.

"Be careful, the blackness is composed of butterflies that hatched from human pupae, the worst of humanity’s nature concentrated in this disgusting thing," the Mirror God knew a great deal. His mirror couldn’t reflect the night but only showed dense, overlapping black butterflies, "Hatred can influence the surroundings, but it’s not enough for this monster to transform into the night."

The butterflies that made up the night fluttered around, and the ones standing in the flesh couldn’t help attacking the people from the Happiness Residential Community. However, when it lifted its arm, a hideous ghostly figure with a sinister aura grabbed the butterfly’s wrist.

"You think you can kill my soul?"

The old ghost’s eyes burned with hatred, while the longing in its veins surged into its hands, intertwining with the hatred in its heart.

Its ten fingers turned blood red, and any dead soul it touched would rapidly age and decay.

This was the old ghost’s deepest hidden ability; he and the souls he touched would age together.

The legacy passed down through generations lay within the spine; when the elder of the family died, the skull at the top of the spine would wither like a flower. But the old ghost wouldn’t die; a successor would emerge from the spine to become the new pillar.

In less than a second of contact, two faces in the old ghost’s spine were erased forever, while the butterfly’s wrist just gained more wrinkles, and the livor mortis spread further.

Without killing the spell caster, the death curse wouldn’t stop; everyone had to die. For the continuation of the clan, there was not a single face on the old ghost’s back that knew fear or retreat.

Marching fearlessly one after another, just to preserve the last shred of their lineage!

"I didn’t raise you, this old dog, to bite me," the butterfly’s fingers slowly closed in. The points of light in the night burst one by one, and the negative emotions wrought from torment swiftly entered the butterfly’s body, aiding in its recovery and slowly forming a new death curse that crept toward the old ghost’s arm.

The old ghost alone was far from a match for the butterfly; even with a resolve to die, he could only delay the butterfly’s advance. However, there was more than just the old ghost who detested the butterfly to the bone at the scene.

A scream erupted, and a huge red shadow, covered in blood, charged at the butterfly.

Zhuang Wen had gone mad — seeing the butterfly’s face made her murderous intent utterly uncontrollable. She felt her entire existence was to tear the monstrous aberration before her into a thousand pieces.

Forced by the Death Building Manager to jump from the building to create another butterfly, Zhuang Wen’s despair and agony fermented into a completely twisted hatred.

As Zhuang Wen rushed toward the butterfly, Wei Youfu from the crowd also began to move forward.

The frail Wei Youfu walked step by step through the remaining black mist and hatred.

He looked at the battered Han Fei, at the numerous residual souls imprisoned in the night by the butterfly, and finally at himself.

"To it, the Human-body Puzzle might just be a fun toy, but it made us eight lose everything."

Pale hands reached up towards the butterfly, the always agreeable Wei Youfu’s eyes slowly began to bleed.

"No matter the reason, the butterfly must die!"

Blood surged across his back in an instant, and eight arms, godlike, ripped open Wei Youfu’s body, crashing heavily to the ground!