Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 11

It's completely black, even though the eyes are wide open, even if they try hard to focus their gaze, but... nothing... nothing...

Totally black, desperate colors...

Fumbling across the steps, the slender and slender pale fingers stained with sickly colors reflexively squeezed the edges of the pure white dress that covered the knees, and the excessive force caused a little wrinkle on the originally straight skirt. Suppressing the sudden surge of fear, facing the boundless darkness...forward.

He staggered, trying to stop his unbalanced body but failed in the end. Under the action of gravity that Newton first noticed, a little pain from his knees filled his nostrils with a bloody smell that smelled like rust. , Excessive density makes people feel sick instinctively.

Gradually there was light, and the range slowly expanded, and it was a little bright, causing the eyes that had been in the closed darkness for a long time to feel dizzy for a moment, blurry, and not clear.

"Tick."

There was a sound like drops of water falling, the sticky feeling from between the fingers, and the hem of the skirt felt a little wet...

The light became brighter, and the ground that had already adapted to the light was reflected on the ground...

The mutilated limbs, as if the gaps that have been bitten, the skin that was ruthlessly torn open, glowing dark red, with brightly colored liquid slowly overflowing, dry and stiff blood clots, as if they had become a part of the ground. Separate again, heavy, tight, pasted together...

The pupils of the opened eyes are fixed in a contracted state due to the early arrival of the god of death, and there is no longer any change. The eyes are fierce, showing blatant hatred, and the face that has lost its adjustment is ferocious, which is... hate...

He turned his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and stayed on the pale and sickly lips, as if he could block all the shouts that wanted to rush out, obstruct the voice, and resist fear...

Slowly, slowly, I recognized the human form...

"Mother... Dear...!" He called out in a low voice, his voice was trembling unbelievably, the changed voice lost its previous softness, and it looked miserable...

The black long hair that is unique to Chinese women was cut off by sharp tools, and the head was messy, the eyes were wide open, the pupils contracted violently and appeared to be shrinking, and the bright red lips were always wearing the best lipstick It is open, as if you can glimpse the last words before dying...

'Kill that child...that...demon...'

"No, no, no..." Shaking his head, he stepped back, negating, negating everything...

Suddenly his heel was caught by something, and he reflexively looked back...

"Father... Dear..." It may be due to the angle of view. The pure white dress that does not match the darkness suddenly has a coquettish color, changing the angle, rotating the pupils, and following the rotation of the pupils, one can see it.

Some gray hair, a handsome face full of blood, red... such a dazzling color... the distinctive black eyes have unbelievable, and... helpless...

'Shallow water...'

An instant of light, an instant of brilliance...

Then... dead bodies everywhere... eyes full of... blood red...

"Miss Qianshui...it's you, kill us..." Lala's voice was a little low, not very thick, but...it was very pleasant to hear.

"Sister Qianshui is an angel~ so we won't die, we will be saved, because sister Qianshui is an angel, isn't she?" Luo Fang's face suddenly appeared, with a broken head and blood splashing everywhere...

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Stepping back, curling up, squatting down, flipping the hands outstretched to cover the voice, covering the eyes and burying the cheeks at the same time...

Can't see, can't see... sorry, sorry...

"Senior sister..." The voice is not very pleasant, but unexpectedly has an ethereal feeling, the scent of nostalgia, and the... figure that I used to accompany every day...

He raised his head, and the sight of one eye landed...

Cinnabar Roman... The hem of the clothes is swaying... The hazy figure, the light steps...

"Sister...why don't you come back?"

Pulling up the line of sight...

"I've been waiting for Senior Sister..."

The gloomy white bones, the rotting face, the swaying pieces of meat that seemed about to fall...

"Mingjing... I'm sorry..."

sorry Sorry sorry……

The crystal sweat flows, overflows the pores, and oozes out the hair... There is a little whiteness in the not too bright room...

The brows that were originally loosened and stretched were tangled, the teeth were clenched, and the pale lips that showed a sense of morbidity had obvious marks... Gradually deepened...

"Crackling." Probably because it is too old, or because it hasn't added any lubricant for a long time, it makes a sound that is not too loud but can be clearly heard when the door opens and closes.

Brilliant blond hair, the smell of sunlight filled an indescribably large space for a while, the blue eyes narrowed slightly, deepening the upward curve of the corners of the lips, stretching out the palm, and the voice sounded .

"Yo~Leader~" The teasing tone cannot be said to be respectful, but it also has a certain sense of respect.

The fingers flipping through the slightly rough-textured dark yellow paper paused and turned their eyes, the black equal-armed cross looming under the too dark fine bangs.

"Snapped."

There was the sound of the book being closed, and when he got up, he lifted up his equally sick but tragic white fingers, and spoke softly while groping his lips.

"Hero."

After crossing a not-too-large distance, he turned around and closed the door smoothly, and answered with a "click" in a voice that showed his sense of sunshine.

"What's the matter this time?"

The deep eyes suddenly became deep, making people unpredictable... Then she turned her eyes away and looked at the girl who closed her eyes lightly on the soft and pure white quilt not far away.

His body was still trembling, his brows were tightly frowned as if he was suppressing something, and the earrings with faint blue light on his earlobe changed their color from time to time, making his pale face even more dazzling.

A faint halo surrounds the lying body, as if trying to block something...

"It's really in a bad state, what's wrong with the little lady?" She lowered her body, bent her waist to a certain degree, lowered her height, and asked while frowning slightly.

"I don't know." There was a flash of light in his deep eyes, blue and dark... Then he adjusted his voice and answered.

"It seems to be a nightmare... When did it start?" While straightening up, he looked back at the man in front of him who looked like the darkness itself, but unexpectedly found that flash of light.

Oh ~

Frivolously raised one eyebrow, asked about the symptoms while deepening the arc of the lips to keep within a certain limit, waited, and then observed.

"yesterday."

sorry Sorry……

I'm sorry...Mother, Father, Lala...Ming, Jing...

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The cover of the second part of Ghost Butterfly is ready...

Let's look at it together...

Otherwise, if you don't understand, don't say I didn't remind you...

The road to my girl group is still long...

There are still ten chapters to finish...

I don't want to continue this pit anymore...

Nothing at all……