330: Chapter 330: The Soul Closest to Hatred 330: Chapter 330: The Soul Closest to Hatred Since it was already a case of “Undying and Endless,” Han Fei felt no need to stain Zhuang Wen’s humanity with fresh blood.
Taking over the baby’s body, covered with a Death Curse, ferocious Ghost Patterns erged on Han Fei’s body, and his arm stread with blood.
His five fingers tightly grasped the Rebirth Slaughter Saber.
The Midnight Butcher, taking lives was essentially his profession.
“The suffering in this world is too heavy for him.
I shall give him liberation.”
Hand after hand seized the handle, while the dazzling, bright blade beca the sole light of fire within the Death Building.
With a swing of his arm, the most beautiful power of humanity unfolded its arms upon the blade’s edge, gently embracing the baby trapped in the depths of despair.
“Slash!”
The thin-as-cicada-wing blade swept across the corpse’s chest, and the black characters like lting snow, the threads of the Curse Needle and Thread that had penetrated the corpse were cut off.
Finally, the extrely sharp blade rested on those fragnted butterfly wings.
Not far away, the Building-jumping Ghost’s body erupted with a vast amount of rot, her eyeballs having turned black, enveloped entirely by malice.
Every inch of her skin was coated with the Death Intent, emitting a putrid sll.
She charged at Han Fei recklessly, and at the sa ti, a piercing scream ca from outside Building One, as though a knife suddenly pierced soone’s heart.
“Wasn’t this kind of person the one you hated the most?
Why have you beco this?”
The little bit of humanity stood in front of Han Fei, opening her arms and facing the massive ghost shadow, which was dozens of tis her size, unflinching.
Under so force’s influence, the Building-jumping Ghost had already ignored her humanity.
Her fragnted arm smashed down, hurling nurous Death Curses towards the little girl and Han Fei.
It was at this mont that the Rebirth Saber lted the Death Curse and slashed into those torn butterfly wings!
The bizarrely ornate pattern shattered under the blade, and those butterfly wings were like a lock.
The Building-jumping Ghost, the Divorced Mother, the Needle Woman, and the little girl all bled from their hearts as the Rebirth Saber smashed the thing imprisoning their hearts.
The Death Curse no longer appeared on their bodies, and a subtle connection suppressed within their mories slowly erged.
The bloodied palm halted above the little girl’s head.
The Building-jumping Ghost, covered in Death Curses, reached out an arm that was slowly snapping, emitting painful screams and wails, constantly roaring, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.
Even though she was the most potent Ghost in Building One, she appeared as helpless as a child locked by an iron chain around the neck.
The Death Curse still struggled with the Building-jumping Ghost for control over her body while the girl, symbolizing the remnants of her humanity, grabbed onto the Building-jumping Ghost.
She was quickly thrown off but climbed back when the Needle Woman and the Divorced Mother also walked over.
Their bodies gradually displayed similar scars — bands of wounds appeared around their ankles, a strong foul sll emitted from them, their hair disheveled, blood flowing from their chests, and their empty, blank eyes had beco numb to the pain.
Hands after hands grabbed onto the bloody, mangled body of the Building-jumping Ghost.
The Death Curse spread to everyone touched by the Ghost, aning death was her curse.
A malicious curse filled with Death Intent burrowed into the hearts of the Divorced Mother and the Needle Woman.
It wasn’t so much that the Building-jumping Ghost had killed them as it was they had given up on themselves.
In the last monts before their mories faded, the black Curse Spells infusing their bodies stained those mories with their blood.
When the Death Curse returned to the Building-jumping Ghost, her scattered mories and consciousness rged once more.
Her fragnted body and disfigured face began gradually to heal, revealing her original appearance.
“I still rember you from that ti; you were all alone.”
At last, the little girl symbolizing Zhuang Wen’s humanity also spread her arms as if embracing her long-lost mother and ran into the Building-jumping Ghost’s embrace.
When she was tightly embraced by the Death Curse, she rged into the Building-jumping Ghost’s body.
The final piece of the mory puzzle fell into place, and beneath the densely packed and terrifying Death Curses on the Building-jumping Ghost, a woman’s face quietly erged.
She had not inherited her mother’s beauty, but she possessed her own distinctive charm; her inexperienced cheeks contorted in severe pain.
As Han Fei pulled out the Rebirth Saber, and the remains of the baby and butterfly wings turned to ash, a soaring hatred burst forth from the Building-jumping Ghost, like a blade that was about to split the Death Building apart!
The body of Death Curses turned into black water mixed with blood dribbling to the ground; the incomplete body of the Building-jumping Ghost beca whole, and that disfigured face had returned to normal.
Now in building No.
1, there was no longer the Scavenger Building-jumping Ghost, but rather a Zhuang Wen radiating endless hatred.
Hanging her head low, she slowly lifted it and stared toward the window at the end of the corridor.
Her eyes, completely turned black, seed to be fixated on sothing.
Monts later, black-colored blood flowed from her body, and the piercing hatred twisted the entire corridor.
“Father, you’ve made suffer so terribly!”
Glass from floors shattered, and blood started flowing from the numbers on all the doors.
Zhuang Wen didn’t look at anyone in the corridor; she just headed straight downstairs.
Everywhere she passed, dark red stains appeared.
When she reached the first floor, her blood-soaked palm hit the locked corridor door.
The white-painted door panel began to display colorful Butterfly Patterns, and a piercing laugh escaped Zhuang Wen’s lips as she touched the beautiful patterns with her own blood.
“Mother turned into a madwoman because of you.”
“I was tortured into an animal because of you.”
“My child died, I lost everything because of you.”
“Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!”
The boundless hatred hit the corridor door like a tsunami.
The Building-jumping Ghost had now truly breached the state of failure due to hatred, and unlike all other Fierce Ghosts Han Fei had encountered, her bone-piercing hatred was sharper than all the Slaughter Sabers in Beast Alley; nothing could stop her.
The Butterfly Patterns on the corridor door gradually cracked as if a pair of butterfly wings were being slowly crushed.
The locked door was opened, and Zhuang Wen did not hesitate, stepping directly into the fog outside.
The mist slowly drifted into the building.
Han Fei, holding the Rebirth Saber on the first floor, couldn’t find a chance to stop her.
“The father ntioned by Zhuang Wen is definitely not a Demon Exorcist, could her biological father really be the Butterfly?
If that’s the case, by comparing all the information left by Zhuang Wen’s body, it might be possible to slowly pinpoint the Butterfly’s identity in reality!”
The Butterfly used to be a mystery, but now Han Fei had driven this monster lurking in the fog into a specific area.
The most perilous monts were coming; as long as he wasn’t devoured by that Monster, there was a chance to kill it!
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