Chapter 330: 330 Reature Losest To Hatred
330 Creature Closest to Hatred
If possible, Han Fei didn't want to get the girl's hands bloody. Picking up the dead baby, the ghost tattoo surfaced on Han Fei's body, his arms turned red as his fingers closed around the hilt of Rest in peace. He was a butcher, killing was his job. "The pain of the world is too heavy on someone so small, I will set him free." The hands gathered around the hilt and the brilliant blade became the only light inside Ziggurat. The power of the blade sliced through the dead body. The warmth of humanity embraced the young soul which was trapped within the deepest depths of despair.
The thin blade sliced through the baby's chest, the dark characters melted like snow. The cursed threads that bound around the body were severed. The blade eventually reached the broken butterfly wing. The jumper woman who was not far away radiated the Death Curse out of her body. Her pupils turned black. She was dominated by hatred, every inch of her skin was painted with death and its ugly scent. She charged at Han Fei. At the same time, a shrill wail came from outside of Building 1, like someone was crying as a sharp blade punctured into its heart.
"Why have you become the kind of person you despise the most?" The little girl moved to block before Han Fei. She opened her arms and regarded the ghost which was at least 10 times larger than her. Controlled by some kind of malignant power, the jumper woman slammed her broken palm on the little girl and Han Fei. At that moment, Rest in Peace melted through the Death Curse, and severed the broken butterfly wing!
The macabre yet beautiful butterfly wing was shattered and so did the lock that it represented. As the butterfly wing vanished, the heart of the jumper woman, the divorced mother, the syringe woman and the little girl bled. The shackles around their hearts broke. The Death Curse stopped appearing on the surface of their skin. The connection which was suppressed started to emerge in their memories. The bloody palm halted above the little girl's head. The jumper woman's arm was disintegrating. She howled in pain and bloody tears leaked out from her eyes. She was the scariest ghost in Building 1 but at that moment, she was powerless like a child. The Death Curse was rebelling inside her body. The little girl grabbed the jumper woman but her tiny body was immediately flung away. When the girl crawled up from the ground, the syringe woman and the divorced mother came to help her.
Their bodies started to change. A wounded ring appeared around their ankles. A horrible stench leaked out from their unkempt hair. Their eyes were dull, their souls already numb to the pain in their hearts. The hands reached out to steady the jumper woman's muddled body. The Death Curse travelled to everyone. Anyone touched by the jumper woman would die, that was her Death Curse!
The Death Curse infiltrated into the divorced mother and syringe woman's hearts. Instead of saying they were killed, it was more like they sacrificed themselves for the jumper woman. When their memories collapsed, the Death Curse that surged into their bodies became dyed with their blood and memories. When the Death Curse returned to the jumper woman, the fractured memories reunited. Her broken body and face was slowly recovering.
"You are never alone. You have to know that." The little girl opened her arms wide and ran into the jumper woman's embrace like a child running towards her mother. As she was enveloped by the Death Curse, she melted into the jumper woman's body. The last piece of the memory puzzle was found. Underneath the jumper woman's Death Curse, a woman's face surfaced. She didn't inherit her mother's ethereal beauty but she had an arresting presence. Her young face twisted from extreme pain.
When the dead baby dissolved into ashes alongside the butterfly wing, the hatred exploded out from the jumper woman, it shook the entire Ziggurat!
The Death Curse melted into black water and dripped to the ground. The jumper woman's body reformed itself and the broken face slowly returned to normal. The cleaner of Building 1 officially stepped down from her post. Zhuang Wen with intense hatred had returned to the cryptic world.
The lowered head lifted. Zhuang Wen stared at the window at the end of the corridor. Her black eyes stared at something. Moments later, bloody liquid leaked out from her skin. Her penetrating hatred twisted the whole corridor. "Father, what have you done to me?!!"
The windows on every floor of Building 1 shattered and each room number bled. Zhuang Ren ignored everyone else in the corridor and strode downstairs. Every spot that she walked past would be stained black. She came to the first floor and placed her bloody palm on the locked building entrance. A beautiful butterfly pattern traced out on the previously white door. Zhuang Wen cackled shrilly. Her bloody hands caressed the beautiful pattern.
"Mother lost her mind because of you."
"I was tortured like an animal because of you."
"My child died because of you."
"I lost everything because of you."
"Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!"
Hatred blasted at the door. Now Zhuang Wen was a true Lingering Hatred, she was different from any of the ghosts Han Fei had encountered before. Her hatred was sharper than any knife at Cattle Alley. Nothing would be able to stop her. The butterfly pattern on the door cracked little by little. The locked door eventually caved. Zhuang Wen didn't hesitate and walked out into the black mist. The mist rolled into the building. Han Fei held Rest in Peace. He wanted to stop Zhuang Wen but he couldn't find the chance.
'The father Zhuang Wen mentioned doesn't sound like the Exorcist. Could her biological father be the Butterfly? If that's true, I can trace the Butterfly's real identity in real life through Zhuang Wen!' Butterfly had always been a mystery but now Han Fei had slowly cornered it. What followed next would be extremely dangerous. If Han Fei survived, he would have the chance to kill the Butterfly!