Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

He was standing under the locust tree just now, turning on the flashlight to shine on the top of the locust tree...

Perhaps there was no human skin there originally, but because I triggered the law, my human skin appeared on the treetops.

Neither of them triggers the instant death rule...but the notebook has indicated that he will die if he violates any one of them.

The sight of his own skin hanging on the treetops also meant that he would definitely die tonight, but the time of death was uncertain.

Isn’t it half past ten?

The situation has changed subtly, and Li Mo has to be extremely vigilant.

"Prepare for the worst."

"Or kill yourself now?"

Suicide restart can indeed avoid repeated triggering of the pattern. At least Li Mo has remembered the things on the locust tree. Restarting can avoid the strange attacks caused by triggering the pattern.

Li Mo pointed the saber at his throat. No matter if it was the heart, brain, or throat, these were fragile and fatal parts. Li Mo was in a state of death. If these parts were severely hit, he would die very quickly.

His essence is still human.

"Wait a little longer. It's a shame to waste a life like this. The human-skin tree is indeed strange, but the locust tree that suddenly blocks our path wouldn't be without reason. The clue might be inside."

“Don’t look back, keep moving forward.”

This was his only chance, so Li Mo suppressed his suicidal urge and wanted to get more information.

Even if it happens again, he will still follow the triggering rules to see what is on the top of the locust tree.

Because after tonight, the tree may not remain in the same place. If you miss it, you miss it. The strange phenomenon will not last forever. It is common for it to change constantly.

Even if I die, I have to die in there.

"Ignore the sound and go deeper into the circle."

"Be prepared to commit suicide."

Li Mo gripped his saber tightly in his hand, ignored the source of the female voice, and walked deep into the territory where the livestock were kept.

Suddenly, a pair of shriveled, rotten arms appeared behind him.

Arms extended from the top of the locust tree. It seemed as if countless limbs were hidden in the locust tree, with arms connected to each other, emerging from the darkness little by little.

Darkness obscured his vision, and from the blind spot of his sight: above his head, the dead hand of the locust tree stretched out and touched Li Mo's head.

It was this touch that made Li Mo fall to the ground in a trance, his pupils quickly blurred, and he couldn't even utter a word to ask for help.

There was no room for any reaction. The whole person seemed to have suddenly fainted. His tense hands relaxed, and the thermometer and saber in his hands fell to the side.

The gathering of clouds blocked a small part of the moon's light.

The huge locust tree appeared at an inopportune time, as if it appeared just to block the moonlight at this moment.

The bright moonlight turned scarlet, almost condensing into substance and spreading out like blood.

The scarlet moonlight grew brighter and more dazzling.

However, no matter how bright it was, it could not illuminate Li Mo who was in the shadow of the locust tree.

"Li Mo! Li Mo!"

The voice gradually became harsher, revealing its hideous true face. But Li Mo could no longer hear it, and his vision was the first to disappear.

He is now under attack from the law of mortality.

The heavy price that came with it was that hearing, perception, and all five senses were stripped away in an instant, and consciousness gradually became hazy, silent, and blurred.

Li Mo was like a drowning person who fell into the deep sea and was entangled by countless strange tentacles.

Slowly falling, silently...

There was no room for resistance, the brain was drained out, leaving only a body with flesh and blood but no soul.

In silence, meter by meter, he fell to the bottom of the sea.

There is no concept of time, it's like a dream, falling endlessly into the deeper sea.

The long tentacles, like countless distorted images, will make the people they engulf become like them: ever-changing, twisted and abstract, sometimes existing and sometimes disappearing.

It's like a broken black and white TV from the 1990s, with only a broken picture that appears and freezes suddenly.

The pupils turned gray, and Li Mo's consciousness faintly heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from the sea——

It seemed to be his own voice, but it also seemed not to be.

"You are Li Mo."

"Li Mo" heard his own voice, but he didn't open his mouth.

"you are me."

"Li Mo" heard his own voice, but he had no ears.

"You won't die."

"Li Mo" heard his own voice, but he was already dead.

"It turns out that I'm already dead."

"Li Mo" heard his own voice, but he was clearly still alive.

Who is talking to me and who am I talking to?

Who is speaking?

…It’s me.

it's me……

Is it... me?

Li Mo, who was falling, could no longer distinguish the concept of existence. In the blurry picture, one phantom bubble after another floated up beside him, and finally exploded and burst when the light came.

That was under the cocoon of the end. The blue-purple flames devoured his body, and in the end, only a dead human head was left floating inside the cocoon.

After a long time, a white-haired girl found him and hugged his head.

Heart-wrenching crying and sobbing.

But this time, there was no boy to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It was at the beach of a certain tribe. He was hugging Danzhu Cangxuan, looking dull and rigid, which made the girl Lianlian laugh.

In the shadow of the reef behind her, the girl with white hair and red eyes huddled in a corner, hugging her trembling body, avoiding being noticed by others.

No one even cared about leaving.

That was in the wing room of Taixu Mountain. The blue-haired girl expressed her feelings to him, and they went down the mountain together to gain experience, leaving the white-haired and red-eyed girl alone to guard the Taoist temple.

With green mountains all around and the moon shining brightly on your back.

It was in an ancient inn. He was unconscious like a corpse, being carried on the back of another girl with ice-blue hair.

The girl had no right hand, and her face was covered with purple and black erosion lines.

……

……

Every bubble flashes with images of Li Mo’s past, present and future.

In reality, the dead human skin no longer concealed its purpose. It opened its hideous and empty eyes, turned around and stared at Li Mo lying on the ground with a smile.

The consciousness in the soul, along with all the memories, was being pulled out of the body bit by bit like a spider thread. The human skin on the locust tree became more and more complete. The tragically dead face suddenly revealed a strange smile. The gloomy and empty eye sockets stared at Li Mo, who was lying on the ground with unconsciousness, with even more excitement.

The human skin revealed a hideous smile, and new flesh and organs gradually appeared under the skin. The bright red branches turned into blood vessels and bones, connecting the new body.

Before long, the human skin will strip away all of Li Mo's flesh and even his soul.

However, this is definitely not rebirth, and the resurrected Li Mo's human skin is definitely not Li Mo himself.

Li Mo's soul will only be split and torn apart during the transfer process, and then pieced together into a nondescript form of existence, thus giving new life to the human skin.

This process will not happen overnight, but once the consciousness becomes silent and unable to resist, death is only a matter of time.

Even if the physical body dies, it can be restored to its original state through repair and restart.

Once the soul is annihilated, it means the complete disappearance of the essence and self.

Li Mo collapsed on the ground, his muscles gradually atrophied, his skin became dry and gradually lost moisture, like a shriveled old paper.

Without the support of bones and flesh, the skin will collapse.

Except for the head, which has not changed at all, the body has become infinitely similar to the human skin hanging on the top of the locust tree.

Nothing changed in Li Mo's mind.

The human skin hanging on the top of the locust tree has become the same as a normal human body except for the head. However, it has no blood and no temperature. It is just a pure corpse.

"Click..."

A crack appeared on the treetop, as if the branch would break in the next second, and the human skin Li Mo would fall to the ground, replacing Li Mo to live.

The locust tree is a strange thing. The cracks are not caused by its weight, but by a special "rule".

Once the law is fully executed, the branches will break and the human skin will fall to the ground.

The locust tree was illuminated by the scarlet moonlight as bright as day, but Li Mo in the shadow was still shrouded in darkness, without a trace of moonlight shining on him.

Soon, Li Mo's brain also began to change, his muscles atrophied, his skin shrivelled...

The pollution of human skin is spreading in Li Mo's brain bit by bit.

It was the spread of consciousness that invisibly awakened a certain strange thing in the sea of consciousness from endless silence. After a brief recollection, it suddenly realized what kind of desperate situation Li Mo was in.

The law of the doom ghost was triggered at this moment, and it seemed to sense that Li Mo was about to die.

Then, it controlled Li Mo's mouth and uttered a vicious and dark curse loudly.

As if celebrating some great event, the sound was so deafening that it almost tore the human skin on the locust tree apart.

"Hahaha! You're finally dead! You're finally dead! I've been waiting for this day... I've finally been waiting for this day! Good death! Haha! Good death!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the human skin head hanging on the top of the locust tree suddenly exploded.

Li Mo's head returned to its original shape at an extremely fast speed.

"What's going on? Why aren't you dead yet? Why are you still alive?!"

The Doom Ghost was extremely shocked, as it had just determined that Li Mo was only one step away from complete death.

But now, not only is the soul alive, but the body is also constantly repairing itself.

Li Mo's consciousness has not yet returned, but due to the curse bestowed by the Doom Ghost, he has the capital to fight against the human skin.

Both are laws at the level of consciousness and soul.

However, the degree of completeness varies greatly.

The Doom Ghost was born from a fate that was forcibly tampered with and distorted over a million years. Its source can be traced back to Kiana Kaslana, who was trapped in loneliness and despair for a million years.

Although it is just a rule and has no entity, it is a fairly complete weirdness.

On the other hand, the human-skin ghost has existed for quite a long time, but in terms of its completeness, it is far inferior to the doom ghost that has been continuously polluted for millions of years.

After all, it is just a broken human skin. Only if it had a complete locust tree forest that had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes could it fight against it.

Therefore, the rules of the doom ghost took priority over the human skin ghost, preserving Li Mo's consciousness. It even invaded the human skin at one point and brought back the flesh and blood with Li Mo's inherent attributes.

At the same time, a rustling sound came from the pigpen. A green snake with most of its body cut off crawled around and finally stopped in front of Li Mo who was lying on the ground. It got up with difficulty.

The emerald green snake pupils shook, most of the snake's body was cut off, and fresh blood flowed from the lower half.

Snake turned his head and looked back, as if he was worried about something in the slaughterhouse behind him.

He leaned over and eagerly got into Li Mo's mouth, not until he was completely hidden in his throat and esophagus that he felt at ease to look at his injuries.

At the same time, a butterfly that should have been flying was crawling on the ground, next to it was a spider with only two legs left and a rabbit with half a body.

Blood of different colors continued to flow out of the wounds on his body.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Heavy footsteps appeared behind him, quick and noisy, and it was impossible to tell the number of footsteps just by listening to the sound.

Seven black, shriveled shadows slowly walked towards the animals that had "escaped from the cage."

The black shadows walked in a very deformed manner. Without flesh and blood, they could only move forward by swaying from side to side, like standing paper figures, constantly moving sideways.