Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

During the day, they are more like ghosts in human skin, following the rules in their words and deeds and never doing anything out of line.

But at night, it becomes quirky and more human.

After all, in order to bicker, both parties must have relatively complete personalities.

and many more……

Brother Mingyue?

Li Mo noticed this name. If he had retained his memory from the daytime, Changle and others would have called him Mingyue, and it would have been fine if the Seven Disciples of Taixu knew this title.

But why add a suffix?

Wouldn’t it be better to just call Mingyue?

Judging from the tone of their voice, it seems like I'm very familiar with them?

Calling guests at first was just teasing me?

A joker?

No matter how much he guessed, Li Mo still closed his eyes, remained silent, and did not move, continuing to listen to what they were talking about.

Perhaps this is related to his own death at 10:30. As long as his consciousness is not disturbed, it is okay to listen to it.

Li Mo gripped the saber tightly in his hand and listened patiently to the conversation between the seven disciples of Taixu.

"Leluleluo, what do you know, old woman? What's the matter? Are you regretting marrying Li Shen, the Young Master of Sichuan, now that you remember how kind Brother Mingyue was to you when he was young?"

"Hehe, it's too late! Sister Suyi, you are a family person now, you should know how to keep yourself clean~"

"Sister Suyi, you don't want your daughter Li Suchang to know what you and Brother Mingyue did in the back mountain when she grows up, right?"

Hearing this, Qin Suyi's face turned red instantly, and she turned into Qin Yiji. She stretched out her dry and flat hand and pointed tremblingly at Jiang Wanru on Li Mo's head.

"You, how can you defame someone's innocence like this!"

In a fit of rage, Qin Suyi and Jiang Wanru pressed themselves against Li Mo's head with lightning speed.

He also left eye holes, deliberately waiting for Li Mo to open his eyes.

There seems to be a contradiction between actions and habits.

They still act according to strange rules. The only difference is that consciousness determines the general direction of the action, and the rules determine the process of each step.

"Jiang Wanru, you are so shameless! My family affairs have nothing to do with you. Don't mention it again!"

"Hehe, are you anxious? Oh, I'm a kind-hearted person. When I saw Su Shang, I felt that she was a promising talent, with a beauty that was not tainted by knowledge. How about I adopt her as my goddaughter, teach her and answer her questions, and by the way, educate her about those unknown crazy things her mother did in the back mountain..."

"Are you crazy? Haven't you done it in the back mountain? It's like a fountain!"

"I did it, so what? I did it openly and honestly! You can tell anyone you want, I don't care. Unlike you, I'm not married, let alone a family, but I..."

"Wait till he dies..."

Jiang Wanru acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and she kept biting Qin Suyi's weak spot.

"die?"

"die……"

"..."

Jiang Wanxi's words immediately made everyone realize one thing.

They are all dead.

The master waited for him until he died, and they waited for him until they died.

He waited until his death for the ideal self who could bring her happiness.

This is not the only case.

From the very beginning, the tragedy of the immortal and the poet was destined.

After realizing their own death, the conversation between Qin Suyi and Jiang Wanru came to an abrupt end. The seven disciples of Taixu instantly lost their lively conversations and arguments. Instead, there were rules that could not be disobeyed and complete silence.

The seven pieces of human skin were like dog-skin plasters, stuck tightly to Li Mo's head and refused to leave.

Apart from that, nothing more happened.

As long as Li Mo doesn't open his eyes, the Seven Disciples of Taixu will pose no threat to him.

But he couldn't carry human skin with him all the time. Becoming blind was not a bad thing in the current situation, but it was definitely not a good thing either.

The inability to obtain information through visual feedback means that Li Mo will lose most of the clues related to Hua, but the advantage is that he does not have to worry about the rules of eye contact.

The pattern of eye contact can be avoided, but clues must not be missed.

Otherwise, Li Mo would not have been so determined to die, turned on the flashlight to see the top of the locust tree clearly, and took the risk to enter the slaughterhouse.

The seven human skins seemed to have completely lost their human consciousness and only followed their instincts to stick to Li Mo's head, swallowing Li Mo's head under the human skin.

Li Mo tried calling out several times, but the human skin did not respond.

He grabbed it with his hands and pulled hard, almost tearing off his own skin. The seven pieces of skin seemed to be fused into one and could not be torn off one by one.

Even though Li Mo's current strength can easily penetrate a big tree.

Fortunately, he still has one last resort.

An inconspicuous saber. In strange events, human hot weapons are not of much use, let alone cold weapons.

If the rules are triggered, you will die. No one cares whether you are using hot weapons or cold weapons.

Even if you have a Gatling gun with unlimited bullets, you can only delay your death.

After all, weirdness can't be killed.

Li Mo gripped the saber tightly and peeled off the six layers of human skin bit by bit.

The saber was extremely sharp, and Li Mo controlled the strength very precisely.

He could use brute force to pull off the skin, but the skin was so sticky that it would have to be peeled off with enough force to kill it.

Death causes the skin to restart and continue to stick.

Therefore, we have to use normal physical properties little by little to ensure that the human skin is not killed, but at the same time injure them, so as to achieve the purpose of loosening the human skin at the outermost edge.

Soon, Li Mo successfully removed six layers of human skin, and the most difficult part was Jiang Wanru's human skin that was stuck to Li Mo's face.

Li Mo tried to pull it off with his hands, but found that his face skin was pulled off along with it.

Jiang Wanru's skin was almost fused with his facial skin, and refused to separate no matter what.

Even when Li Mo turned on the light of his mobile phone, Jiang Wanru's skin remained unmoved.

Li Mo speculated that it was probably related to their special condition. Although they looked dead, their thinking logic just now was as if they were still normal living people.

The consciousness has subsided, but the habits of a living person are still retained.

After the light didn't work, Li Mo quickly turned off his phone, because Jiang Wanru's human skin might not be attracted by the light in a short time, but other weird things on Taixu Mountain would be attracted.

Even eerie sources might be attracted.

"hiss……"

The intense pain made Li Mo gasp. If he forced it, he might tear his entire face off.

Then there is only one way.

Li Mo picked up the saber and stabbed it lightly into his flesh.

He won't die just from blood loss. The most important thing now is to remove the human skin off his face.

Enduring the severe pain, the sharp saber left horrifying wounds on his face. Since he was not a medical student, Li Mo's accuracy in cutting meat was worrying.

He accidentally stabbed his facial bones and cut off a large piece of flesh.

The lip was bitten through by the teeth.

Li Mo's face was covered with scars and bleeding wounds.

But he must not stop. As long as he doesn't die, he will cut to death.

With clumsy and rough techniques, Li Mo finally peeled Jiang Wanru's skin off his face.

Squinting one eye slightly, he caught a glimpse of seven human skins, seemingly completely dead, collapsed to the ground lifelessly.

"Huh...huh..."

Li Mo was breathing heavily. He had indeed exerted too much physical energy just now. It was not an aerobic breathing exercise, but his whole body was in a tense state, as if he was suffering from the torture of cutting flesh like a slow slicing of flesh.

"It hurts so much..." Li Mo stretched out his right hand, touched the wound on his face, and cried out in pain.

The strange left hand trembled slightly, as if it was in pain.

After finishing everything, Li Mo placed the skins of the Seven Disciples of Taixu under the chopping board.

He didn't expect that an ordinary chopping board could suppress the human skin ghost, but he still felt that it was better to take precautions before it happened.

At least now I can use physical methods to imprison the human skins of the Seven Disciples of Taixu and reduce my own pressure.

It’s a waste not to try. There’s nothing to lose anyway.

Li Mo quickly walked around the slaughterhouse, looking for Hua's trace.

Chapter 15: The whole room is wiped out

Li Mo couldn't help but reveal a look of disappointment on his face.

The human skin pressed on the chopping board, with its hollow eye holes, witnessed this scene.

The terrifying shriveled human skin actually imitated the same sad expression, as if empathizing with Li Mo.

This is definitely not something that a weird person can do.

The weird can have emotions, but they must be distorted emotions that are gradually polluted over a long period of time in order to remain in the weird characteristics.

Just like Kiana.

"Kiana...I kind of want to meet her." Li Mo's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but reveal a shy smile.

He knew he was tainted, but he really didn't care.

Li Mo has regarded the memories in his dreams as memories of his own experiences. As time goes by, this feeling will not disappear, but will only become deeper and deeper until it is engraved into his soul.

"Hua is not here."

"I have to leave."

Li Mo did not forget the important matter.

He hunched over, walked out of the slaughterhouse filled with human skin, took out his cell phone and took a quick look at it.

Ten twenty at night.

It was only ten minutes away from the half past ten predicted by the notebook.

At this moment, Li Mo suddenly realized something, and two possibilities kept intertwining in his mind.

He needs to weigh the pros and cons.

The first page of the notebook can almost be said to be an omniscient perspective, with a deep understanding of what has happened in countless time and space in the past, present and future.

Human intelligence against it is like a plant on the ground that is ignorant of the immensity of the heavens and the earth compared with the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

As long as you do what it says, the final situation will definitely not be under your control.

Li Mo hated the feeling of leaving everything to fate, and he couldn't guarantee that the first page wouldn't really want to kill him.

Perhaps the first "rebirth" was just to achieve some ulterior motive.

"My original idea was to rush back quickly. If I ran at full speed, it would only take about ten minutes."

"If I do this, I will arrive at the already silent wing at ten-thirty."

"But I will die."

"So the wing is likely to have fallen, but why did it fall?"

Li Mo quickly analyzed the situation and left the place where he had just turned on his phone.

"Both the wing room and the human-headed ghost have fallen silent. I have also arranged for people to guard the wing room. However, the wing room, which has a certain degree of protection, did not allow me to delay my death for even a moment. This means that I triggered the law of inevitable death after entering the wing room."

Li Mo tried hard to recall the instructions on the second page of his notebook: [After returning to the wing room, do not stay too long, do not spend the night, do not get injured, do not lean against the wall, do not let ghosts into the house...]