Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Where is the ghost inside?

Before the observation, Li Mo once thought that the Seven Disciples of Taixu retained their habits and behaviors in their previous lives, so even if they couldn't fall asleep in the room at night, they would just lie in bed in a daze.

But now it seems that they are not in the wing at all.

Coincidence?

Li Mo didn't believe it, so he changed to another compartment to observe, and the result was exactly the same as before.

This continued for seven side rooms, and none of Taixu's seven disciples were in the side rooms.

"If I'm not sleeping in the wing at this hour, where else can I go?"

Li Mo pondered for a moment and decided to follow the blood trail from the dismembered fawn during the day.

This is quite dangerous because the seven disciples of Taixu are not in the wing room and are very likely to meet Li Mo.

By then, no matter how many excuses Li Mo had, he would not be able to clarify the matter. He would be seen wandering outside after the hour of Xu by the Seven Disciples of Taixu, which meant he would be completely exposed to the strange sight.

"Are you waiting for me in the place where the meat corpses are kept..."

Li Mo immediately turned around, nodded, and stared at the blood on the ground that stretched into the darker darkness.

The valley was silent, and the path through the woods was winding and quiet.

The pervasive moisture condensed into a thick fog that seemed to swallow up all sounds.

The cold wind gently blew through the leaves, making a low murmur, as if there was a voice whispering to itself in the darkness.

The rustling of insects? The sound of wind in the treetops?

No, this familiar friction sound was more like thin human skin being cut by the biting wind.

Li Mo lowered his head from time to time, he had to make sure that his eyes remained down at all times.

When going up the mountain, the cat-faced old woman's killing method was to look into each other's eyes.

If you meet his gaze at the third tone, you will not be able to look away. If you meet his gaze at the first two tones, you may not even be able to commit suicide.

If he cannot restart after being assimilated, then what awaits Li Mo is only a dead end with no return.

Changle and the others saw a different Taixu Mountain from himself. The difference was whether or not they looked directly at the Seven Disciples of Taixu.

Li Mo, who didn't meet the eyes of the Seven Disciples of Taixu, could see the real Taixu Mountain, the human banquet in the hall, the eerie forest, and the stream of ape blood...

Looking into each other's eyes is a "special rule" in Taixu Mountain. As long as there is something strange in the eyes, it seems that this rule applies.

Li Mo glanced at his slightly trembling left hand and asked himself deliberately: "Am I afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Unknown and weird?"

His face was swallowed by darkness, with only a faint outline barely visible.

His steps were heavy, and a huge pressure collapsed on Li Mo's shoulders invisibly.

Li Mo, walking alone in the darkness, seemed to be suspended in a lonely and gloomy phantom.

The trees on either side of the path stood tall, interwoven into a dark mass of shadows, their branches stretching toward the sky, hung with the rotting remains of countless human limbs, their mouths ripped out to create the bark of silent howls.

Dense branches and leaves connect broken eyeballs, staring at everyone wandering in the darkness. The silent path is extremely desolate.

The dim moonlight cast mottled shadows on the leaves. In the large area of light and shadow, there was a pool of corpse water, in which something unknown was wriggling.

The evening breeze that blew by from time to time was mixed with a damp and bitter smell, sweeping up the bloody smell of the deer that had been slaughtered during the day.

The dampness and dullness in the air suffocate the soul.

In the blood-stained path, there was only the sound of Li Mo's lonely footsteps. Every silent call brought only more despair and horror.

He was ready to sacrifice his life to obtain clues, and this was not the first time.

Staying for a long time will only make the clues more blurred, and a normal person cannot maintain his rationality for a long time in such an environment.

It is not a personal reason, but the inevitable pollution of consciousness.

No matter how strong a person's will is, if he is exposed to pollution for a long time, he will be completely polluted one day. This has nothing to do with his strength.

The longer the time, the more distorted the pollution becomes.

His left hand was still shaking, as if reminding Li Mo of the approaching danger.

So far, Li Mo has not encountered any strange incidents in his long walk along the blood trail.

Taixu Mountain still looked like a horrible place, with corpses scattered all over the ground and blood flowing like a river.

Li Mo took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, and after adjusting it, the time on it coincided with that of this world.

It is now eight fifty-five.

He still hadn't reached the place where the meat was raised. Reason told Li Mo that he should turn back. If he insisted on moving forward, he would inevitably encounter danger.

But...wouldn't it be less dangerous after we go back?

Simply avoiding danger will only delay it.

There is no point in deceiving yourself about security.

From the moment he embarked on this path, there was no turning back.

You need to keep moving forward before you die, and the same is true after you die.

8:56, 8:57, 8:58...

Li Mo walked quickly on the dark path. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and the cold wind was filled with biting chill.

Eight fifty-nine.

Li Mo saw a fence, and there seemed to be something being kept inside.

The thermometer was approaching below zero, but it was clearly not yet nine o'clock, so it was not yet time for the strange frenzy.

"Is my cognition confused? Or is it simply that there is an active weirdness here?"

Li Mo clutched the thermometer tightly and strode forward without even preparing for defense.

The saber on his waist was useless against the weird, so Li Mo kept it on himself.

It's not for self-defense, but to kill oneself at the right time. It's too easy for a special saber to pierce a normal person's heart.

When Li Mo approached, a towering tree suddenly appeared in front of him. Yes, the kind that you couldn't see the top of at a glance.

Perhaps the darkness obscured Li Mo's vision, preventing him from seeing the specific scene above.

But one thing is certain, this tree is special.

Especially, all the trees on the top of Taixu Mountain are made of human corpses, but its trunk is a complete and ordinary locust tree trunk.

The texture and veins on the trunk are normal, nothing strange.

There was no smell of blood, and the temperature did not drop significantly when the thermometer was brought close to it. It even rose slightly by a few degrees.

This made Li Mo even more curious.

"..."

Both experience and intuition told Li Mo that this tree might be a crucial clue.

Just like Mei's existence.

In the world of Guiya, the whole world is full of ghosts who act according to their "habits", but at this time, an extremely normal Xiao Yayi appears.

Everyone will still be alert.

Facts have proved that Xiao Mei is indeed the source of the spread of weirdness. Dealing with her is equivalent to dealing with the source of weirdness.

Will this tree be the same existence?

There is no evidence or clues to prove that this locust tree is the source of the weirdness.

It's more likely a trap...

"Be prepared to die."

Li Mo turned on the flashlight function on his phone.

The moment the flashlight was turned on, Li Mo felt countless eyes focused on him.

Lighting a lamp in the darkness is like being illuminated by a lighthouse in the vast ocean.

In this dark and chaotic world, only light can be perceived, attracting not only the gazes of one's own kind, but also the ominous gazes of others.

But Li Mo couldn't care less. Even if he died, he had to see clearly what was on the locust tree.

The bright light rose quickly and shone on the top of the locust tree.

At the top there is a branch that stretches for several meters. The branch is bright and gorgeous, covered with a layer of red veil.

However, when Li Mo saw clearly what was hanging on the treetop, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

That's yourself.

To be precise, it was myself made into human skin, hanging strangely on the treetop, swaying in the rustling evening breeze.

His face was gloomy and his expression was miserable.

It looked like he had died a tragic death.

Li Mo quickly calmed down and thought carefully.

After all, this wasn't the first time he had seen his own corpse.

The headless corpse of Li Mo in the Guiqi world and the killed adult Li Mo in the Guiya world even had his chest cut open to look for clues.

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before? Maybe I've seen too many tree barks made of human skin and I'm getting an illusion..."

Li Mo turned off the flashlight and quickly left the strange locust tree.

The notebook predicted that he would die at 10:30 pm, but if he continued to commit suicide, death would definitely come earlier.

After all, the notebook's predictions are not an absolute future; they merely describe a possibility.

Li Mo walked around the locust tree and continued forward, and the time had come to nine and one.

As soon as Li Mo left the locust tree, he heard faint footsteps behind him and stopped at the place where he had just stopped.

Within a few seconds, dense footsteps appeared around the locust tree and continued for a long time.

Judging from the sound, he was wandering around the locust tree, trying to find Li Mo who was in the light just now.

If Li Mo walked slower, he would have had an "intimate contact" with the owner of the footsteps.

"a large amount."

Li Mo murmured softly. Just one minute later, a strange creature found the place where he had just stayed, and moved under the locust tree as if it had revived the moment.

Li Mo clenched the thermometer tightly and moved forward quickly, holding the saber in his other hand, ready to deal a fatal blow at any time.

Chapter 12: Li Mo's Death (Part )

Even Li Mo couldn't help but laugh at himself for such an action.

Others take up weapons to kill the enemy, but he takes up weapons to kill himself.

It's a bit ironic.

But the purpose is the same: to survive better.

Soon, Li Mo arrived at the edge of the fence.

Fences made of natural materials such as firewood, branches or stones protect the captive creatures from external threats and prevent them from escaping.

However, without ventilation, the smell was quite strong, with food, drink, feces and urine mixed together, creating a very strange smell.

As soon as Li Mo got close, he was choked and kept covering his nose.

"Li Mo."

A hoarse voice suddenly appeared in the darkness. Li Mo wanted to turn back, but immediately remembered the reminder on his notebook: Don't turn back when you are called...

Wait, didn't he already trigger the rule? Is this the price to pay?

In his anxious and confused thoughts, Li Mo recalled that he had just triggered two laws.

[At night, at the hour of Xu, do not turn back when called, do not stand under a tree, do not light a lamp...]