Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

However, he was still wrong in this matter, so Li Mo added: "I'm sorry, it's my fault for taking action this time. I apologize for my reckless action just now."

"Time is limited, so let's get to the point. I don't want to waste any more time. If you want to settle accounts with me, you can do so later. You can punish me however you want then. But now you have to obey me, so that we can survive together."

Li Mo glanced at the time displayed on his phone. It was 8:48 in the evening. At this time point, the human-headed ghost and the rules of the wing room were still colliding, and there were still two minutes until the end.

"Live? Do you think we will die?" Changle asked unhappily. She was so angry that she wanted to argue with whatever Li Mo said.

Li Mo said seriously: "Yes."

"There's something wrong with the wing. If you continue to stay in there, I guarantee you won't survive the night."

"If you want to live, call your servants, pack your bags and follow me. I have a way to keep you alive tonight."

"Why should we believe you?" Changle said unconvinced, "Compared to others, you are more like a monster, aren't you?"

"Then you can stay here. I don't have the time or energy to persuade disobedient people. I was wrong before. If you feel unbalanced, you can fight back."

After saying that, Li Mo took out the pistol without hesitation and handed it to Changle.

Seeing Mingyue's decisive look, Changle pursed her lips. Although she felt unwilling in her heart, she was a person who put the overall situation first after all.

After a day, none of the people behind were able to reach the summit, and they probably all died on the road to heaven.

If she hadn't had Mingyue to lead the way, she would probably have ended up in the same situation.

In fact, Changle himself also felt uncomfortable. Everything in Taixu Mountain was too perfect, which made people feel unreal.

Especially the Seven Disciples of Taixu, they look like humans and speak the same language.

But the logic of their behavior revealed unnecessary inconsistencies everywhere. When Mingyue stopped her from eating, the eyes of the seven people were almost... no, focused on her and him at the same time.

Changle still feels a little scared when he thinks back on that creepy look.

"Okay... you see... well, we can talk about this later. Now that we've come this far, Changle will definitely trust Brother Mingyue, so there's no need for you to explain too much."

"I've always been like this. If you doubt someone, don't employ him. If you employ someone, don't doubt him. Tell me frankly what we need to do."

Changle sighed, pulled her clothes tighter, and looked at the cloth wrapped around her chest in the side room with a guilty conscience...

Li Mo: "Take your people into my wing room. You cannot sleep tonight. Guard the wing room tightly and don't let anything in, whether it's a cat or a person."

Changle: "What about the other two warriors?"

Li Mo: "They have long been possessed by demons. Not only them, but also the Seven Disciples of Taixu and even the Red Kite Immortal are no longer living people. They are all demons."

Changle: "...I believe the others for now, but I absolutely do not believe that the Red Kite Immortal has fallen into the devil's way."

"The Immortal is the guardian of Shenzhou. Even if everyone in the world falls into the devil's way, she will never fall."

"In comparison, Mingyue, your act of gouging out your eyes to restore your sight is more like that of a demon. It's impossible to make a definitive conclusion based on just a few clues."

Changle seems to admire and respect the Red Kite Immortal very much.

Whatever Li Mo said was what it was, but Changle would not agree with what Li Mo said about the immortal being possessed by a demon, except for the immortal Chiyuan.

Changle: "Now that things have come to this, I will not hide it from Brother Mingyue. Changle's purpose in this journey is to seek the blessings of the immortals, to protect the peace of our country and the prosperity of our dynasty."

Li Mo: "The peace of a nation and family does not depend on the blessings of immortals. That's just a rumor. If a king is mediocre or even incompetent, no amount of blessings from immortals can save him."

Changle: "My father is a wise ruler."

Li Mo: "Your Highness? That makes everything seem natural, but don't forget, you're just a princess, a woman from a feudal dynasty. You may not quite understand what a feudal dynasty is, and you don't need to understand, because you'll definitely understand what I'm going to say next."

Li Mo walked forward, less than a fist away from Changle. He lowered his head, and their eyes met, neither of them willing to give in.

The atmosphere gradually became tense and aggressive.

"Since you are a wise ruler, why do you seek blessings from immortals?"

"Ordered by Heaven, long live and prosper, why explore the ethereal?"

"Your name is Changle, right? You're not stupid. Can't you see that these two actions are inherently contradictory? Why deceive yourself?"

"I don't know if the immortal's blessing is effective, but I do know that if the king is incompetent, the dynasty will change sooner or later. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future."

“History itself is a cycle that no one can change. The tide of time will sweep away every conceited ‘genius’ who overestimates his own abilities.”

"Poor at midnight, I don't ask people to ask ghosts and gods."

Changle: "...Perhaps you are right, but I have received the king's order, and I must obtain the immortal's blessing."

"We must not allow the world to decline during my father's reign."

Faced with such a stubborn Changle, Li Mo no longer tried to persuade her kindly because it was meaningless.

What blessing could the mysteriously contaminated Red Kite offer for the peace and tranquility of the nation? The prophecies and curses bestowed upon Changle were a blessing if they didn't destroy his family and his people, and they even hoped to maintain the continuation of the dynasty.

Li Mo estimated that this generation of feudal dynasty had reached the end of its life cycle and wanted to forcibly continue through external forces, that is, the blessing of the Red Kite Immortal.

Similar to a call for publicity, the blessing actually has no effect, but it can be used by the emperor for publicity to reassure the people.

This is due to a rumor -

The kings who failed to meet the beautiful lady either died prematurely or their kingdom changed hands. None of them had a good end.

But your king himself is unwilling to come. What good will it do to meet a true immortal by sending a sacrifice? There's no sincerity at all. Having lived for 50,000 years, the Chiyuan Immortal is untainted by the dust, but he's not completely ignorant of the affairs of the world. Can't he see the scheming of a mortal emperor?

Let Changle take his guards and go to Taixu Mountain, where no one survives, with a group of top martial arts geniuses.

Obviously, the emperor knew the danger of reaching the summit and was afraid that he would not be able to withstand it and die, so he arranged for Changle to reach the summit.

Even if you pray for blessings, what good will it do? The people are not fools. If you only draw big promises without giving them any real benefits, over time, those who are supposed to rebel will still rebel, and the chaos will still be chaos.

"Let's end this topic here. Now that everyone is here, let's go."

With four black-clad guards, Changle, and myself, six people are stationed in one wing, so the possibility of holding it is still very high.

Li Mo picked up his phone and took another look. It was eight fifty, and the confrontation between the human-headed ghost and the ghost stomach had just ended.

His room was no longer a place of deadly weirdness, but a shelter that could block weirdness.

It's not absolutely safe here, but it's much better than outside.

The human-headed ghost also fell silent. We would wait until daytime to find some ropes to tie it up and put it in a cage.

Li Mo led Changle and others to the door of his own room. The room was dark and the stove disappeared, making the whole room look very spacious.

The rotten blood in the ghost's stomach was completely swallowed by the human-headed ghost, leaving only mottled blood stains on the floor and on the human-headed ghost's face.

The foul smell that hit Changle's nose made him cover his nose and make a muffled sound.

"Hmm...what's that smell?"

Li Mo replied nonchalantly, "The smell of a corpse."

Everyone walked into Li Mo's room, and there were traces of black blood everywhere. A bloody human head was corroded beyond recognition, with its mouth opened hideously and its throat moving constantly, as if it was still alive and swallowing.

"Don't touch that head. I don't want to be killed by you."

"There is less than an incense stick of time left until the end of the Xu hour. Tonight, no one is allowed to sleep, no lights or fires are allowed, and everyone is stationed in the wing rooms. No one is allowed to enter without a pass."

Li Mo reminded everyone of the things they needed to pay attention to. The black-clad guards would not move around, so these words were spoken to Changle.

"I will tell you every password from now on. The passwords you receive are different. From now on, we will only recognize the passwords and not the people."

Li Mo walked to Changle and the four black-clad guards respectively, and spoke different commands in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Changle noticed the opened backpack. Changle clearly remembered that Mingyue was carrying this backpack when he went up the mountain. It was very full and gave people a very heavy feeling.

But now it is empty. Could it be that there was a human head in the backpack when I went up the mountain before?

Changle couldn't help but shudder and looked at the human head next to the wooden bed. What normal person would bring a human head up the mountain!

Chapter 11 Li Mo's Death (I)

Obviously, the human-headed ghost that separated from the body and acted independently was far beyond everyone's imagination.

I'm afraid only demons have such means.

Changle approached the human-headed ghost tentatively. When she took a step forward, the jade pendant on her waist shook violently, as if reminding her that the other party was very dangerous.

After Li Mo settled everyone down, he walked to the door of the wing room alone.

He only needed to tell them what to do and what not to do. There was no need and no time to tell them the reasons.

"Are you going out? It's too late."

"My intuition tells me that if I don't seize the opportunity to find 'them' tonight, I'll never be able to find them again after tonight."

Li Mo brought his saber and thermometer, and there were two predictions in his notebook.

One is that he will die in three days, and the other is that he will die at half past ten tonight.

If one of the two must come true, then before that, there is a high possibility that you will survive, and even if you encounter something strange, you will not be unable to get out even if you restart.

He wanted to see—

Where does that food come from?

He actually forgot about the fawn that was killed during the day.

If I hadn't seen the blood on the ground later and heard the warriors' gossip while eating, I would never have remembered it.

Ten minutes is enough, and there is no problem if you run faster. Even if it is only one or two minutes at night, Guiyi will not wake up so quickly.

"You absolutely cannot touch that head, and you must not leave the room. Lean against the wall... It doesn't matter if you lean against the wall, just don't get hurt."

"I gave each of you a different command."

"Remember, if I don't answer four or more commands completely and correctly when I come back, don't let me in. No matter what method you use, it doesn't matter if you try to kill me."

"Because that person is definitely not me."

Li Mo's eyes were resolute and his expression was solemn, without a trace of joking in his face.

Li Mo even gave the strange pistol to Changle.

This time he is ready to risk his life to find out the truth hidden beneath the feast of flesh and blood.

Therefore, it would be better to give the strange pistol to Changle and others to guard the room, so that after you go out, unknown strange things will not come into the room and destroy the balance between the human-headed ghost and the ghost stomach.

Strange things should be distributed reasonably and cannot be occupied by one person alone just to survive.

Changle nodded seriously, she knew Mingyue's habits.

He is cruel to others, for example, he mistakenly thought he was a demon and shot him; he is even crueler to himself, gouging out his eyes, and even now he once asked others to kill him if he gave a wrong answer.

However, when Li Mo handed the only weapon to her, Changle still inadvertently revealed an expression of surprise.

In such a strange and bizarre environment, what do weapons mean? They mean the absolute power of survival.

Li Mo was actually willing to hand over his only weapon for self-defense to her.

It was obvious that the two of them had just had a big fight.

"No matter what the cost, no one who appears inexplicably can be allowed to enter this room, not even the Seven Disciples of Taixu."

"If they force their way in, stop them by any means necessary and hold out until I return."

Five people, five different passwords, Changle got the number 17.

Li Mo's approach was very safe. Even if it was a strange invasion of memory, it would be impossible to invade five sober people at the same time.

At least the incomplete weirdness cannot, even if all five people meet the rules, there will be a first come first served.

Not every weirdo is as complete as Weird Ya and Weird Qi.

Since Li Mo might forget Changle, the number is set to four instead of five. It would be better if he could answer five, which means that Li Mo still remembers Changle.

After explaining the precautions, Li Mo quickly left the room.

While traveling through the silent night, Li Mo noticed the rooms of the Seven Disciples of Taixu, which was the outermost building of the Taoist temple.

Faint lights flickered in the seven houses. If you were still in the side room at this hour, why weren't you sleeping yet?

"Weirds don't get tired. Except for a few, most weirdos don't sleep."

The fire from the stove is the eyes of the ghost stomach, so how do the Seven Disciples of Taixu survive in the ghost stomach?

Li Mo held his breath and tiptoed to the outside of the room of the Seven Disciples of Taixu without making any sound.

Looking through the window screen, the room was empty, with no one sitting at the table. It seemed that the Seven Disciples of Taixu had gone to bed early.

The firelight from the stove was bright, and Li Mo moved his body little by little. Although it was not a good behavior to peek into other people's boudoirs, being weird was not a human right.

Soon, Li Mo saw the scene on the wooden bed. The bed was spread flat on the wooden bed without any bulge.