CH 387

‘The source of the Death Curses comes from the underground cocoon?’ The black mist formed by death was evoked by the Butterfly and it swallowed everyone present. The thick scent of death assaulted every soul, branding the deepest despair into everyone’s hearts. The nightmare flowed through the black capillaries which were heavily intertwined together. The giant cocoon floated out from the deep sea like a leviathan. ‘That is the Butterfly’s trump card? Why is it so confident to take on the Unmentionable?’

The foundation of the Ziggurat was taken out by the Butterfly. When the flesh cocoon surfaced, the dresser world fully collapsed and melted into the cryptic world. The bloody clothes turned into spirits covered in blood. They had no consciousness. They existed as tools, like clothes that could be worn by anyone. The monsters inside the dresser world became Butterfly’s nutrients. All the dresser monsters shattered and Butterfly used their remnants to heal the cracks on the dresser behind it.

The wounds created by the senior monster were rapidly healing. Butterfly also slowly moved its feet out from the deformed blob of flesh and blood. No one present dared to make sudden moves. Perhaps the Butterfly had not been lying after all, everything was in its control.

As the manager of Ziggurat, it knew every single thing at this place. All the monsters and ghosts were puppets in its control, how could they have the chance to rebel against their owners? As the black mist soaked into its body, Butterfly’s handsome face took on a façade of serenity. “Everything is back on track!”

Its empty chest turned towards the giant cocoon. It mumbled an unfamiliar name under its breath. Blood vessels dragged the giant cocoon further from the underground. Everyone could feel the dangerous presence hidden inside the giant cocoon. The presence was mixed with death, it was more terrifying than Pure Hatred, they sensed an Unmentionable inside it!

“The future that you saw inside the nightmare is still a nightmare.” Butterfly told the giant cocoon. A seductive smile appeared on its face and then it poked its tapered hands into the giant cocoon. The blood vessels flowing with nightmares opened like petals. The flower that contained the nightmare of endless children bloomed in the cryptic world. The scariest thing at the Ziggurat was about to show itself!

Everyone was consumed by fear and nervousness as they stared at the content of the giant cocoon. Black mist rolled out. The metres long black capillaries were merely the veins on the leaf, the real bloody bud was hidden deep inside the giant cocoon. When the shade of redness appeared, everyone, including Butterfly’s gaze changed.

A giant red figure stood in the deepest part of the giant cocoon. Her body was burning with hatred, and before this giant figure stood a man holding a knife. He half-squatted before the altar, taking in everything with emotionless eyes.

“Han Fei?”

When they saw that man, everyone responded differently. The tenants from Happiness Neighbourhood recognized Han Fei immediately. While they were surprised, they moved subconsciously towards Han Fei. They didn’t feel fear, after all, he was their building manager.

The senior monster who was dying also turned to Han Fei. The Evil Soul’s sinister eyes flashed with confusion. Based on what the Butterfly said, he knew his soul had been split. After conversing with the senior monster, he also knew that a person’s splintered souls would manifest differently depending on the main soul’s memory, some souls would be kind, others would be evil. Staring at the living madman who stepped on the altar, the Evil Soul narrowed his eyes. He made the mental comparison and came to the conclusion, ‘So that is my Evil Soul? Bravo! A madman indeed!’

With the Evil Soul cackling, the Butterfly’s face surfaced with scars that looked terrifyingly like death spots. The chill in its eyes dropped the temperature inside Ziggurat. No living human would be able to enter the deepest floor of Ziggurat and other than itself, no one knew about the altar’s location.

‘So how did this man resist the black mist under the Ziggurat? How come the Death Curse has no effect on him? After losing his souls of childhood and kindness, his memory should have turned blank so how come it doesn’t look like he’s been affected at all? How did he manage to get the failure from Building 1 to work with him? Why do all the ghosts like to stick close to this ugly thing?!’ There were so many questions in Butterfly’s mind. It had planned everything, using years to plot everything from the real world to the cryptic world. However at the last moment, a normal human was standing on the altar it had prepared for itself!

The torn chest was yearning for something. A knife deep inside its soul cut at its flesh. More death spots surfaced on the Butterfly’s body, it hadn’t had such emotions in a long time already. “When I become you, I will have you personally murder everything you care about, so that you’ll forever live in pain and despair!”

Endless hatred gushed out from the torn open chest. It was clear that the hatred from the Butterfly was much more intense than the senior monster and the jumper woman. The blood vessels reached towards the altar. As the giant cocoon was dragged towards the Butterfly, everyone could get a better view of the altar hidden inside the layers of blood flowers. They could see the broken heart inside the altar as well as Big Sin who was munching on it!

The Butterfly could stand Han Fei squatting on its altar but having an ugly bug chewing on its heart, that was the Butterfly’s bottomline!

The Butterfly’s flawless skin colored with death spots, they looked like the bite traces on the heart. As the manager of Ziggurat, Butterfly had mastered how to hide its emotions… that was until it met Han Fei.

It waved its finger. The deep blue hatred contained a night sky belonging to the butterflies. It pointed right at Han Fei!

Indescribable terror crawled on the ground. The Butterfly’s hatred constructed its own night sky. The humanity trapped by it became the stars in the sky. Under the night sky, endless dark butterflies fluttered about. On their wings was the horror of the Butterfly’s victims. The butterflies formed nightmares and flew towards Han Fei.

Zhuang Wen was unable to stop all the butterflies. Even herself was covered by the butterflies. No one was able to save Han Fei.

A weak flicker of light lit around the altar. The smoke dissipated into the air. Han Fei stood on the altar and straightened himself as he tapped at the cigarette. When the last cigarette was ignited, a blood-curdling song came from outside the building.