My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

[Soul Absorption activated, all attributes +100]

As the black sword pierced Matt's throat.

A warm current, even purer than when he killed the elite monsters before, surged into his body.

Including the 300 points of all attributes absorbed from killing the three level 30 elite monsters previously.

Lin Mo could clearly feel his own strength, agility, and spirit.

Even the concept of defense brought about by the steel of the sword is leaping forward at an astonishing rate!

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the surging power within his body.

A total of 400 points have been increased across all attributes!

At the same time, a familiar feeling of breaking through the level barrier came over me.

But it was weaker than expected.

Starting from level 21, the experience bar seems to get longer.

Kill three elite monsters that are about 10 levels higher than the target level.

In addition, there is a level 30 human powerhouse.

He only leveled up by 1.

This was exactly what Lin Mo had expected.

With a slight thought, he brought up the attribute panel:

Name: Lin Mo

[Level: 23]

【Body: 4360】

[Agility: 4360]

【Spirit: 4360】

Free attribute points: 1050

[Skills: Mirror Image, Double Strike, Steel Sword]

Before even meeting the main character during this trip to the valley, his overall attributes had skyrocketed from just over three thousand to four thousand!

The player has also accumulated a considerable amount of over a thousand free attribute points.

This tangible feeling of becoming stronger made Lin Mo relax a little.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the slight heat brought on by the surging power within him.

Let's bring our attention back to reality.

Shi Xuan clenched his fists, panting heavily.

He stared at Matt's rapidly cooling body on the ground, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The anger on his face was gradually replaced by a somber expression, and he remained silent for a long time.

Yin Xue's tiny, mocking voice echoed in Lin Mo's mind: "Tsk, look at this big guy, he looks constipated. Does he feel unsatisfied without personally killing him, and wants to go up and land a couple more punches?"

Lin Mo did not respond, but simply looked at Shi Xuan quietly.

After a while, Shi Xuan let out a long breath.

He stared at Matt's corpse and spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Actually... I didn't want to kill him."

This sentence seemed to be said to Lin Mo, but it also seemed to be a soliloquy.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yin Xue immediately replied telepathically, speechless: "Well, that indecisive streak is showing again."

Shi Xuan continued in a low voice, "No matter how damned his orders were, in the past few months... he and his soldiers did help the village fend off monsters a few times and saved some people. The ones who truly deserve to die..."

He raised his head, a cold rage burning in his eyes, and looked in the direction of Mingbei City.

"It's that damned city lord!"

Having said this, he seemed to have released most of the pent-up frustration in his chest.

Lin Mo didn't say anything, but just glanced at the sky.

"Let's keep going, it's getting late."

……

The true depths of the Whispering Valley are completely different from the outside.

The fog here is no longer grayish-purple, but has taken on a thick, dark hue.

It not only obstructs vision but also creates a sense of stagnation, hindering movement.

The cloying, rotten smell in the air was so strong it was nauseating.

The enemies in the valley have changed from monsters into various illusions.

Even with Lin Mo's mental attribute of nearly four thousand, he still felt dizzy from time to time.

Shi Xuan, walking behind him, was in an even worse state. His face was pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was breathing heavily.

His eyes were sometimes bloodshot and sometimes glazed over.

He was clearly struggling fiercely against the hallucinations churning in his mind.

Yin Xue poked her little head out and said warily, "Be careful. The Summoning Beast itself doesn't have much combat power, but it's very good at manipulating illusions. You're already fighting the Summoning Beast."

As Yin Xue finished speaking, a stern rebuke suddenly pierced through the mist.

"Halt! Restricted area ahead, do not approach!"

A dozen soldiers dressed in the standard armor of the Northern City emerged from the mist in neat rows.

Seeing this, Lin Mo didn't even bother to use his soul perception to confirm it.

He drew his sword immediately.

The dark sword light passed through the soldiers' bodies without any hindrance.

There were no screams, no blood.

The hit soldiers twisted and dissipated like smoke.

Shi Xuan also let out a low roar and swung his sword, slicing two soldiers who rushed towards him to pieces.

However, just after clearing out these soldiers, the fog surged again.

A simple but warm stone house appeared ahead.

The fire crackled in the stove, and several women dressed in plain white nun's robes, with kind and gentle faces, gathered around, carrying steaming wooden cups.

"You two have worked hard. The Beast King's lair is not far ahead. Have some hot water to warm yourself up."

The woman at the head of the group spoke gently as she handed the wooden cup to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids as he swept his black sword across the room.

The kind smile froze on his face, and the image of the nun and the stone house shattered like pieces of a broken mirror.

It turned into a cold, damp mist.

The hot water in the cup spilled onto the ground, making a hissing, corrosive sound and sending up a plume of foul-smelling smoke.

Similar scenes played out repeatedly along the way.

Twisted relatives, tragically murdered companions, mountains of gold piled up...

The illusions became increasingly dense, more realistic, and more aggressive, even beginning to include real psychological shocks.

Lin Mo was getting a little impatient with the killing.

Can't this Summoning Beast King come up with any new tricks?

Just as he was thinking this, the fog in front of him suddenly thinned out a bit.

A small, relatively open area deep in the valley was revealed.

In the center of the open space stood a man and a woman.

The man was wearing a faded gray jacket.

His body was somewhat hunched, his face showed fatigue, and his brows were furrowed as he looked in Lin Mo's direction.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something reproachful, but it also revealed a hint of heartache.

The woman was somewhat thin, and her face was the paleness typical of someone who had been ill for a long time.

He was still wearing that hospital gown.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, but when she saw Lin Mo, her dim eyes instantly shone with an indescribable brilliance.

These two people were Lin Mo's parents.

"Xiao Mo..."

The mother, Zhou Xiaomei, finally uttered a faint but clear sound.

"Where did you go? Why...why didn't you come home? Mom...Mom misses you so much..."

Father Lin Feng finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "You brat... you still know how to come back?"

Even so, his outstretched hand trembled slightly.

Lin Mo's body suddenly stiffened, his pupils contracted sharply, and for a moment he forgot to move.

Meanwhile, Shi Xuan, standing to the side, wore a simple, relieved, and silly grin.

He stared at the empty mist ahead, as if he could see a crowd of people warmly welcoming him.

"Haha! We were able to kill the Demon Summoning Beast King this time, all thanks to Mr. Lin! Folks, we should all thank him properly!"

Clearly, the two were trapped in completely different illusions.

"Lin Mo! That's fake! The most advanced realistic illusion! It's digging into your deepest obsessions! Quickly..."

The moment Yin Xue signed the contract with Lin Mo, he understood what Lin Mo's Achilles' heel was.

At this moment, she could roughly guess what Lin Mo had seen, so she anxiously sent a telepathic message to remind him.

However, before she could finish speaking, she noticed that Lin Mo was acting strangely.

There was no confusion, struggle, or pain in Lin Mo's eyes as expected.

It was pure anger, on the contrary!

"How dare you use my parents... as weapons..."

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the two illusory figures still conveying worry and longing.

"Good! Good! Good!"