My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 389: The Butterfly Caught in the Spider Web

Chapter 389: Chapter 389: The Butterfly Caught in the Spider Web

Seven tormented souls intertwined, bound by despair and agony, yet even in such a state, they managed to make room for an eighth soul deep within their own.

Hidden in the deepest part of their souls, Little Eight blinked her eyes as all the grudge and pain flooded into her body.

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

As the flower opened all around, eight arms smashed the walls and ground of the Death Building. The cute little girl and those seven souls tortured by despair merged into an immensely large monster!

With a chilling murderous intent and without a word, the monster swung its arms, smashing toward the Butterfly’s face.

When Zhuang Wen and the Old Ghost struck at the Butterfly, it showed no reaction, its calmness only breaking upon seeing Little Eight.

"The key? Is the Human-body Puzzle complete?"

The surprise on its face lingered for a long time as Butterfly’s eyes fiercely fixed on Little Eight, remembering that child’s face!

"Bang!"

Struck hard by Little Eight’s punch, Butterfly, along with the flesh sphere beneath its feet, crashed into locker number 4444, and the already shattered blood-red world completely disintegrated at that moment.

"I will kill you eight times!"

Wei Youfu’s body had been torn apart layer by layer, turning into a tremendously large red ghost shadow. He issued a final rational command to the uncontrollable monster: to attack Butterfly relentlessly, undying and endless.

Blood flowing all over its body, as if it had just burrowed out of flesh, the monster’s emergence mirrored the Butterfly’s transformation in the flesh insect cocoon.

The difference lies in the fact that the Butterfly consumes others as sacrificial offerings to transform from an ugly beast into a perfect human form.

Victims of the Human-body Puzzle, however, tear apart a person’s soul and step out as a monster from a human form.

There was indeed a connection between them; Little Eight had originally been part of the Butterfly’s plan, only to have it disrupted by Fu Sheng.

"Who would have thought my luck would be so good? Today is indeed the day I am reborn. With this key, I can go deeper and find more Memory Fragments left behind by Fu Sheng!" Butterfly’s face twisted into a smile, but it only lasted a second or two before the eight-armed ferocious monster resumed its assault.

Before encountering Han Fei, the victims of the Human-body Puzzle had never truly merged together; their bodies lacked critical parts until Han Fei completed them recently.

In other words, aside from the former Building Chief, even Little Eight herself didn’t realize how terrifying she was.

The massive body rampaged unfettered in the Death Building, shrouded in a continuously flowing mist of blood, immune to most Death Curses.

Behind it, each of the eight arms harbored a different grudge. More terrifyingly, the hatred of the eight could perfectly stack together.

The appearance of Little Eight significantly altered the expression in Butterfly’s eyes, not fear or panic, but greed and desire.

"You want to kill me? I loved you so much, poured so much into you. After losing contact with you, I was heartbroken for a long time." Butterfly looked at the eight-armed monster rushing toward it, speaking in a tone as if talking to its own child. Perhaps it truly saw Little Eight as its child, although its notion of parental love was completely twisted and deformed.

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

The monster that Little Eight transformed into couldn’t be maintained for too long, or else the hard-earned sanity they had recently reclaimed would scatter, but this time the victims of the Human-body Puzzle seemed to have reached a consensus. Even if they lost all their sanity, they resolved to perish together with the Butterfly.

"I want to see your struggle. When I was locked in the closet, I would find insects in the corners and slowly disassemble them, crushing them slowly, which was my only pleasure back then, and now this pleasure has become a habit of mine." Butterfly stood under its own night sky, the darkness filled with countless black butterflies flapping their wings. As Little Eight and Zhuang Wen approached, the skin and flesh on Butterfly’s back burst open, and a pair of incredibly splendid wings embedded with numerous nightmares unfolded behind it.

"Ever since the singing was driven away, you have already lost."

On the nightmarish wings with two giant black eyes, bizarre patterns flowed like the blood vessels around an eyeball.

Compared to the body covered in death blotches, the butterfly wings formed from shattered flesh and blood seemed to be the true entity of the Butterfly.

Its soul and flesh had long been shattered in nightmares, and the seemingly handsome human-like body was just a garment it had sought for itself, much like the numerous Blood Clothes hanging in the Closet World.

Laughter echoed as the pair of black eyes opened, countless gray-black particles falling from the wings, resembling either the dust of nightmares or miniature Human Pupae.

In the black night of the Butterfly, a gust of Dream Dust arose. The particles transformed in the air into numerous Black Butterflies, which could easily penetrate the bodies of all Fierce Ghosts and Monsters marked by the Death Curse, then altering their minds.

As more and more Black Butterflies appeared, Butterfly could even directly control others.

This ability was useful not only against grudges, but even the Old Ghosts on the verge of evolving into pure Hatred, and the Building-jumping Ghost who failed to transition to Hatred, were all affected.

"Your hatred stems from me. Now that I have entered your bodies, you have merged with the person you despise the most. How does it feel to want to kill yourself?"

Butterfly excelled at manipulating human nature, control having become its ability.

After being invaded by the Black Butterflies, the hatred within Zhuang Wen, the Building-jumping Ghost, exploded in her mind, attacking everything around her, including herself, as her sanity on the brink of collapse completely disintegrated.

The Old Ghost was in a slightly better situation, the Soul of Evil completely unaffected by the Black Butterfly, as the bloodline he inherited was tenaciously resisting the Black Butterfly.

However, the Death Curse on the Old Ghost had already been triggered, and his soul scattering was only a matter of time.

"Now, only you are left, but I won’t kill you, I will take the body and soul of the person you care about most right in front of you, then become the new him," said the Butterfly, its legs not yet fully formed, unable to move too far from the closet door 4444. After fending off Little Eight’s attack, it activated the blood vessels beneath its body and dragged Han Fei, who was still smoking in the distance, towards itself.

The Butterfly had already paid a lot of attention to Han Fei, but it didn’t expect that the Death Building would still end up a mess, and while it verbally didn’t care, its heart was already bleeding.

In order to severely injure the Unspeakable Gesheng, it had sacrificed all the Death Intent of the Shrine and the Death Building, now only one Shrine remained inside the Death Building, it wanted to rid itself further from the bonds of Hatred, it had to protect that last Shrine.

Currently, there was no one in the Death Building that could interfere with it, it knew the exact location of all the Fierce Ghosts, only Han Fei stood between it and the Shrine.

A mere living person, how could he possibly stop the incarnation of Hatred, the Butterfly?

Wings flapping, the Black Butterfly still surged out wildly, the cracks on the closet door behind the Butterfly also gradually increased, using its own ability also required a certain price to be paid.

But the overall situation was already determined, these costs the Butterfly could afford.

The cigarette in Han Fei’s hand was about to burn out, the moment the smoke dispersed, Han Fei wouldn’t need the Butterfly to take action personally, those swarms of Black Butterflies would make Han Fei neither able to live nor die.

When Han Fei faced a life-and-death crisis, the people of Happiness Residential Community did not hesitate, they directly climbed onto the Insect Cocoon, they wanted to stop the Butterfly, but looking at the current situation, they seemed more like they were joining Han Fei in a shared demise.

What the Butterfly also hadn’t expected was that Little Eight, which had previously lost control, chose to stop attacking and save Han Fei the moment it saw him in danger.

Its enormous body tried to grab the Giant Cocoon, unfortunately, the Shrine inside the Giant Cocoon resonated distantly with the Butterfly, there was already some connection between them.

"If you had transformed into Hatred, maybe you really could have saved him from my hands, but unfortunately, you are just a key. The person who stole you from my side also never thought to properly foster you. Like me, he was just using you."

The Giant Cocoon interwoven with blood vessels exploded under the Butterfly’s control, several blood vessels connected to its body took the opportunity to grab the Shrine, pulling Han Fei together with it towards itself.

Watching the Butterfly drawing closer, Han Fei’s eyes were bloodshot, he bit down on the last bit of his cigarette, one hand grabbed the Shrine, the other clenched the Rebirth Saber tightly.

"It’s useless, the future in the nightmare will only occur within the nightmare," the Black Butterfly’s wings with black eyeballs fixedly stared at the Rebirth Saber in Han Fei’s hand, as the wings flapped, countless Black Butterflies attacked like a black tide.

All seemed unchangeable, even if the Rebirth Saber could slay the Butterfly, Han Fei no longer had the strength to wield the saber.

One was a common man, the other had transformed into a monstrous embodiment of Hatred years ago, the gulf in their strength was enough to obliterate all schemes.

"The eyes on my wings have been watching you all along, whether in reality or here. I will make good use of your body, becoming the version of yourself you most despise."

The smoke cleared, the Black Butterflies like chains pierced directly through Han Fei’s limbs, he exerted his last strength to grasp the Rebirth Saber, but that saber, most dreaded by the Butterfly, still fell into the night.

"What do you have now?" Even if the Butterfly couldn’t move and was already injured, after all, it was genuinely an embodiment of Hatred, and moreover, it was among the most terrifying.

Its wings pinned down the Old Ghost and Zhuang Wen, its grotesquely fleshed body fighting with Little Eight, as it simultaneously controlled the blood vessels dragging Han Fei and the Shrine towards itself.

Until now, everything had not escaped the control of the Butterfly.

When it saw Han Fei’s Rebirth Saber fall, a smile appeared on the Butterfly’s distorted face, the predetermined future had been rewritten, the final laughter belonged to it.

Mournful music once again resounded within the Death Building, one Paperman after another crawled out of the ruins, preparing for the final ceremony of the Soul-returning Night.

The Butterfly dragged Han Fei in front of it, it needed Han Fei’s body, it wanted to rebirth as Han Fei, then take all the Memory Fragments left by Fu Sheng, obtaining the most mysterious thing in Deep World.

After the Soul Split, Han Fei was drawn closer and closer to the Butterfly, when the Butterfly could almost reach the Shrine and Han Fei, a particular emotion emerged in the despairing and painful expression of Han Fei.

In his other hand that had not been holding the saber, he had been hiding an amulet, but he only opened that amulet brought from Beast Alley when he truly approached the Butterfly.

The foul stench immediately filled the Death Building, streaks of Blood Silk like a spider’s web slashed through the Butterfly’s night sky.

As the amulet was completely opened, a man wearing a Pig-faced Mask, followed by eight different shadows, emerged from the amulet.

His body was filled with the stench of flesh and blood, his chest was also hollow; he seemed to have placed his heart somewhere else, at this moment his chest contained only endless Hatred towards the Butterfly!

"Tricking you really wasn’t easy, I spent ten years hiding myself well."

A familiar voice rang in the Butterfly’s ear, the smile on the Butterfly’s face instantly solidified, grinding its teeth, it uttered two words.

"Spider!"

Huang Ying was the only man who had ever defeated the Butterfly, and before Huang Ying, there was another man who fought the Butterfly from reality into Deep World, they had never concluded their battle.