375: Chapter 375 I am the Death Curse 375: Chapter 375 I am the Death Curse The Death Building had twenty-four floors, and the Old Ghost lived on the twenty-third floor, making him the ghost closest to the top floor and the one who had existed in the building for the longest ti.
The owners of the building had never seen him kill anyone or go mad; the Old Ghost had always resided in his own room, possessing a relatively good temperant.
Even if soone mistakenly entered room 4234, they would be pushed out by an inexplicable force.
If the twenty-fourth floor was considered the most dangerous in the building, then the twenty-third floor could be considered the safest.
Everyone knew of the Old Ghost’s existence, but just like the boy once saved by Yinghuo, they didn’t find the Old Ghost particularly terrifying.
He had endured for countless years, until this day when the Old Ghost encountered the Soul of Evil.
His only relative had been soul-summoned into the Death Building, the last of his mortal bloodline taken over by the Soul of Evil and forcibly rged.
If he did not want his line to end, then he had to cooperate with the Soul of Evil.
Initially, the Old Ghost was only looking for an opportunity to peel the Soul of Evil from himself, but as their contact deepened, he gradually realized that the Soul of Evil was better suited to the Death Building than he was.
Compared to his good-for-nothing grandson, he preferred his blood relative to be the Soul of Evil.
Watching a proud and lawless entity that was, in fact, ticulously thoughtful and decisive in its actions, all seemingly insane behaviors were dominated by an absolute cold rationality.
Such a person could be said to have been born for the Deep World, and if the Soul of Evil could remain within his grandson, then perhaps the bloodline curse that had troubled his family could one day be lifted.
In the endless darkness, the Old Ghost saw a glimr of hope brought by the Soul of Evil, so he decided to cooperate with it and seize this fleeting chance for escape with all his might.
His gaunt skin showed patches of black-red bloodstains, and one by one, death curses were forced out of his body, the “heart” that had been dormant in the chest of the Old Ghost for who knows how many years began to beat again!
Pieces of curse-laden scabs fell off, his black heart burst forth with an unimaginable surge of dark energy, and blood of ancestral lines instantly flowed through his body!
The faces on his spine scread sharply, as the Old Ghost’s hanging hair slowly reddened with blood, his shriveled body quickly swelled, and those deep wrinkles were gradually smoothed out.
Countless “death” characters dwelling within the soul body of the Old Ghost were forced out, and his black heart started to bleed as it continued to beat.
When the first drop of blood slid down, cracks appeared in the black heart, and a repressed hatred that had been hidden for countless years burst forth!
Ancestral generations turned into monsters after death, a vengeful hatred for annihilation—how could such a thing be forgotten?
His hands, now several tis larger, tore the boards off the window, and the Old Ghost no longer hid his hatred; he beca the first person in the Death Building to challenge the Manager.
His eyes had completely turned red; the Old Ghost smashed the Manager-sealed window, looking at the surging grey mist without any hesitation, he stepped out of the Death Building sared with blood all over!
The mont he left the Death Building, the faces on the Old Ghost’s back began to emit painful shrieks, and dense “death” characters appeared on the faces of his descendants.
The death curse planted by the Manager in the Old Ghost had been triggered; leaving the Death Building might cause his death!
The blood-red hatred spread throughout his body from his black heart, and the grey mist could not stop the Old Ghost’s departing footsteps; at that mont, wisps of black mist drifted from near Gesheng.
“What are you hesitating for?
Give all your hatred to !”
All the cheeks on the Old Ghost’s spine were twisted, but only one face, instead of collapsing from pain, was filled with malicious gleam, savagely screaming!
The black heart had completely shattered, and the Old Ghost’s deepest hatred flared up like a fla, igniting his own bloodline.
The Old Ghost’s blood burst open in the gray mist, like red fireworks falling into the dark Shenhai!
The Old Ghost’s arms, covered in letters spelling “death,” violently tore through the unyielding fog outside the building.
While most of the Death Intent was drawn away by Gesheng, he pierced through the weakest spot of the Death Building.
A gap appeared in the fog, and the Old Ghost, imprisoned generation after generation in the Death Building, seed to gain freedom just by passing through this break in the mist.
This scene, so often imagined, beca reality.
The Old Ghost, enduring excruciating pain from all around, used hatred to fight it, dragging his body toward the breach.
He could have escaped before the fog closed again, but just as he was a step away from the gap, the Old Ghost suddenly stopped.
Inside the blood-red heart of the Old Ghost, deep within his hatred, a cocoon, inscribed with the word “death,” slowly split open.
Perhaps because it was not yet ti, the prematurely erged butterfly from the Insect Cocoon was deford and ugly, its incomplete wings were etched with faces of all the Old Ghost’s descendants, born from the hatred of the Old Ghost’s family, connected to all their bloodlines—as if with each flap of its wings, all of Old Ghost’s descendants would perish.
The Death Curse visible on the body was just a shackling sight; the true Death Curse in the heart was the reason the butterfly allowed the Old Ghost autonomy.
“Old fellow, don’t you know soone tampered with your heart?
Soone wants to use you and all your descendants to nourish a reptile!”
The butterfly had deceived the Old Ghost from the very beginning, never keeping threats close to itself.
If it chose to leave the Old Ghost, it surely ant the Old Ghost was of so use to it.
With tears of blood flowing from his eyes, the eyeballs of the Old Ghost were blood red.
The Soul of Evil manipulated the Old Ghost’s arms, trying to remove the heart filled with hatred.
This unthinkable action ca when his fingertips neared the heart.
As the deford wings of the butterfly moved downward, the Old Ghost’s spine turned into a bloody ss, those faces becoming grotesquely distorted as though they could crumble at any mont.
Removing the heart would result in the Old Ghost’s soul scattering, all his deeply rged descendants would die, but the only superficially rged Soul of Evil might not.
Now, the exit was just ahead, the Soul of Evil had a perfect opportunity to escape alone from the Death Building, getting out of this situation.
A curse-soaked hand neared the heart but hovered just above it.
The Soul of Evil hesitated for a mont and in the end chose not to strike down.
“I can’t bring myself to do it.
I really am a good person!”
The exit was slowly closing, the Soul of Evil’s sinister gaze fiercely fixed on the deford butterfly inside the Old Ghost’s heart: “The real curse has always been in your heart.
Your deepest secret has long been seen through by the Manager, you’re so pitiful that even I feel sorry for you.
But no worries, there’s always a way to break a curse, like killing the Spell Caster.
The Soul of Evil spoke recklessly, as if he never knew fear: “You were so focused on escaping, but they never planned to let you live, so you understand what you need to do now, right?”
Standing just a step away from the exit, yet unable to flee.
Facing such a hopeless situation, the Soul of Evil’s face showed no discouragent; he seed to have anticipated this outco, his eyes now alight with even more intense killing intent.
“I’ve told you before, power needs to be used to have aning.
Since the Manager had no intention to let you live, you don’t need to hold back anymore.”
The voice of the Soul of Evil echoed in the gray mist, piercing through the soul.
“Kill!
Start a massacre!” he scread hysterically: “Use everything the Manager left to enhance yourself!
As long as you kill enough, we’ll beco the Death Curse that no one in this building can defy!”
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