Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

"There are two ghosts outside, and only one ghost with a human head inside..."

"But the human-headed ghost ate the stove, the portrait, and the rotten blood. Together with the human-headed ghost itself, it can be counted as four ghosts."

"The strange pistol, thermometer, and strange coins produced by Padu shouldn't count as a ghost."

"If you count them, there are at least six ghosts in the house. There's no way the esophagus of a ghost's stomach can shake that violently."

"So strange things are not counted in the battle against the rules."

Li Mo looked down at his left hand, which was the limb he obtained in the new world constructed by Mei through memetic pollution. It had some strange properties.

Is this hand a ghost?

"No, it shouldn't count... The left hand is on me. I'm considered a living person by the Ghost Stomach, so the Ghost Bud's left hand will naturally be classified as a living person."

"Four ghosts is the limit that the wing room can withstand."

Li Mo roughly guessed the limit of the number of ghosts that the wing room could hold back. Once the number of ghosts outside exceeded this number, the esophagus of the ghost stomach would be forcibly broken through...

Chapter 20 The "Him" Prophesied in the Notebook

"Mingyue, they are coming again!" Changle reminded.

Li Mo raised his head and suddenly found three dark shadows standing at the door.

One was tall, one was hunched, and the other had a thin silhouette as thin as paper.

"Why... did he appear here?"

Li Mo frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

How could the warrior's skin, which should have been staying on the ceiling of the slaughterhouse, end up here for no reason?

"Mingyue! The door, the door is about to collapse!" Changle exclaimed.

At this time, the door of the wing room had been beaten out of shape by the three ghosts, and it was squeezed and bent with a creaking sound, as if a resentful woman was wailing in pain.

Li Mo stood motionless in front of the twisted wooden door, like a sturdy pine tree.

The wooden door looked like it was about to be knocked down, but in fact it was still some distance away from being completely destroyed, not too much, but not too little.

Maybe another ghost would break this delicate balance.

The warrior's skin shouldn't appear here. It should still be in the slaughterhouse at this time.

If I had to say what's different from the last timeline...

That is, he did not go to the slaughterhouse, nor did he trigger the pattern of eye contact and standing under the tree.

Especially his own human skin, hanging on the top of the locust tree. That human skin was full of evil and weirdness. He almost lost consciousness just by looking at it.

"No, there are two warrior skins. There's no reason to have only one, so this skin is from the dead warrior..."

"But how did he become a human-skin ghost?"

A bunch of mysteries lingered in Li Mo's mind, and could not be shaken off. All the events seemed to be unrelated, but there was a faint thread that connected all the weirdness together.

The night was too dangerous. Li Mo didn't even dare to take out his cell phone to check the time. He absolutely couldn't attract more ghosts to block the door.

Once the number of ghosts outside exceeds four, he has to restart on the spot.

After three restarts, its nature becomes more eerie, and it will most likely be judged as a ghost, thereby increasing the upper limit of the room's ability to resist ghosts.

However, it can only solve the immediate problem. When there are more than five ghosts outside, Li Mo will still not escape death.

In this weird frenzy, sooner or later new ghosts will wander around the wing rooms, see the living people in the house, and join the team knocking on the door.

The ghost stomach can only protect them for a while, and it cannot survive tonight.

“Something has to be done.”

Li Mo ignored Changle's hurried voice and looked at Guiya's left hand thoughtfully.

However, that idea was quickly dismissed as he could not afford the corresponding cost.

To usurp the power requires another death, and to usurp the power requires paying the same price.

The price of usurping the strange characteristics is self-evident.

Perhaps he could still maintain human consciousness, but he definitely could not maintain a human body.

Seize strange laws and abilities.

There is a high possibility that he will turn into a hunchbacked old cat lady, a creepy human skin, or in the best case, a mural ghost with a complete human appearance.

It is best not to be contaminated by the strange pollution of conscious type, as it will pollute the self-consciousness.

Li Mo withdrew his left hand and took out his notebook.

Unlike before, Li Mo now has two choices.

It’s just that each choice requires paying a heavy and almost irreversible price.

"She was too young at the time, and she didn't know that all the gifts given by fate had already secretly marked the price."

This sentence is extremely appropriate to describe the relationship between the notebook and Li Mo.

The only difference is that Li Mo knew the price was unaffordable but he had to pay it.

The price the notebook demands will not be apparent in a short time, and by the time it is noticeable, it will be too late to recover.

It blinds the user's eyes and leads them step by step towards the cliff. When the user opens his eyes, it immediately pushes him into the abyss, leaving him doomed and with no possibility of resistance.

Usurpation is very direct, and the price must be paid immediately after use.

There is no extra indication of the price, only one introduction: the same.

The moment you gain something, you lose something of equal value.

Just like opening a blind box, two sealed boxes were placed in front of Li Mo.

He made a wish that a box would contain something in his memory, and when it was opened, that thing would be inside; then he would open another box, and something of the same value that he had would randomly appear inside.

It could be his liver, limbs, or his consciousness and soul.

At present, Li Mo has not figured out the logic of the usurpation judgment and dares not use it casually.

The only time he used this ability was when he brought the fictional Mei to his side.

But that time, because Guiqi was chasing him from behind, Li Mo entered the cave a long time in advance. Logically, the cave would take something from his body. Depending on the length of time in advance, the strange cave would take a lot.

But the notebook said that what the strange cave demanded overlapped with the price paid for usurpation.

So what price did I pay? What did I leave behind in the strange cave?

Li Mo fell into deep thought, continuing to think about the feasibility of usurpation.

If I usurp the rules of the mural ghost, I may not be able to retain my true self. Not only will I lose my original face, but I may also lose the inherent expression of being called Li Mo.

I can't accept such a price unless I get a ghost with less distorted patterns.

"If I use Usurpation, I will immediately pay the same price. Using the Notebook won't cost me anything in the short term, but after that, I'll be facing a bigger dead end."

"What about the second page?"

Li Mo thought of the rules on the second page to ensure his survival. If the second page could give him a suitable solution, it might not be a problem.

The wooden door shook violently, and vaguely, the room seemed to be at the center of an earthquake, with the ground shaking with the entire room.

Li Mo came back to his senses and looked carefully. There were already four black shadows outside the door, and a new ghost with completely unknown patterns had arrived.

It's a ghost wandering around nearby...

"Mingyue, do you want me to attack them? They are coming in!" Changle's tone was very hurried and he was gasping for air.

Because there were many cracks on the wooden door, the door was torn, leaving many bloody handprints on it.

A grotesque and distorted human skin was tightly attached to the door, staring at every move in the house.

The hunchbacked old cat lady's lips were cracked to her ears, revealing her sharp fangs. Her green eyes rolled and stared at Li Mo.

Its mouth trembled and its throat rose and fell, and it was about to let out its third meow.

The mural ghost continued to knock on the wooden door obediently, but because of the regular and evenly matched strength, the wooden door was damaged, exposing the mural ghost's unfamiliar face to Li Mo and Changle's sight.

Fortunately, Changle was obedient and did not meet his gaze.

"Stand back."

"Ah."

Changle retreated quickly, not forgetting to drag the two unconscious men on the ground.

Li Mo took out a notebook from his arms and took a deep breath.

When the crisis really comes, the solutions provided by the notebook will only be more extreme.

The best option is to nip the hidden dangers in the bud.

But not everyone can find it. Although the notebook can be found, Li Mo may not dare to use it.

Li Mo tried hard to open the notebook, but he couldn't get to the back.

Only the first page of paper, which was stained red, was revealed, as if reminding Li Mo to ask as many questions as he wanted and not to take it seriously.

"Call Page Two out. I don't need you."

Li Mo's cold tone fell to the ground.

The next second, the first page became wrinkled, and a few lines of crimson, bloody, and crooked handwriting slowly appeared on it.

My name is Li Mo. At 9:12 PM, I rejected the prompt on the first page of my notebook.

At 9:31 PM, a fifth ghost appeared outside the door, completely breaking through the restrictions of the Ghost Stomach Chamber and entering the chamber.

At 9:32 p.m., I died.

My name is Li Mo. I need it, I need the first page to help me get through tonight.

"Turn to page two."

【…】

"Page 2."

【…】

"Okay, tell me what you think." Forced by the dominance of the first page, Li Mo sighed helplessly and had to compromise to see what solution the first page gave.

The second page is so weak that even the once incomplete first page can completely suppress the second page and prevent it from coming out.

Not to mention that most of the first page has now been restored.

"?"

Li Mo waited for a long time and found that no content appeared on the first page of the notebook. No matter how hard he typed, it remained silent.

But isn’t the first page about trying to make you do what it says?

Outside the window screen, the bright moonlight stretched in, only shining through the cracks into the dark corners, half white and half scarlet.

"According to the previous description in the notebook, it should be 9:12 now."

"The fifth ghost that broke the balance didn't arrive until 9:31, leaving a 19-minute safety period."

"There's still time..."

Li Mo whispered softly, staring at the notebook quietly.

He didn't believe that the notebook would cause him to fail.

It's simple, if it really wanted to, there would be no need to give any hints in the first place.

The notebook was setting a trap for him, but hadn't he also reasoned about the notebook's operating logic and ideas?

The notebook will only provide users with a seemingly feasible solution when there is a need.

After all, it is just a dead object with no ability to move. Even if it is almost omniscient, it still needs living people to do certain things for it that dead objects cannot do.

The first and second pages of the notebook both give their own prompts, which means that there are things that need to be completed between them.

Li Mo is quite confident.

The first page of the notebook will give the solution.

But he may not follow the plan.