Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

"Absolutely not! Once something like this happens, there will be no way to recover."

Su Mei spoke very seriously, and Li Mo nodded.

Others might be confused, but Li Mo, who has been dealing with the weird for many years, is very clear about the principle.

The incomplete and strange instinct wants to complete itself.

The Seven Swords of Taixu used the Taixu sword energy that had been contaminated by the weirdness to indirectly divide the weirdness, keeping it in a relatively unstable and weak state.

The peeled human skin does not have the ability to act independently, and the locust tree can effectively restrict the human skin ghost.

Cooperate with Taixu sword energy to interfere with the road filled with yin energy and block the sight of ghosts.

It is difficult for a human-skin ghost to complete itself.

But during the Ghost Festival on July 15th, the strangeness becomes more pronounced, and the incomplete ghosts are eager to complete themselves.

So they panicked and began to grope around until they found the way.

After thousands of trials and errors, he finally found the way. By the next Ghost Festival, he would be able to completely enter the locust tree forest and complete himself.

By then, weirdness will spread, countless evil spirits will revive, and thousands of rules will intertwine and overlap, making it almost impossible to solve, unless Li Mo can once again use Guiqi's power to lock all the ghosts in a state of death.

Or, solve the source of the mystery.

Li Mo's stern face revealed a hint of solemnity.

"I think you already understand the seriousness of the situation."

"Please forgive our incompetence, because the next step is up to you."

"Next time you see us, please treat us as enemies you cannot trust."

"Of course, the only person you can trust is probably yourself."

"Before you die, there's one thing you need to remember—"

The expressions of the remaining six Taixu Seven Disciples were solemn, and the six ghosts used almost the same tone to make the final emphasis to Li Mo.

"He, our master, the Chiyuan Immortal whom the world looks up to, worships, and admires, has long since fallen into demonic power!"

The words were sharp, and the tone was filled with some kind of bottomless resentment.

As soon as they finished speaking, their flesh and blood completely disappeared, leaving only a dry and thin piece of human skin falling to the ground without any reaction.

Li Mo walked forward, his lips moving.

"This is the so-called truth."

Li Mo was silent for a long time, his deep eyes staring at the human skin for a long time, before he uttered a few words calmly and without emotion: "It's really cruel."

The dead cannot die yet, and they sacrifice themselves again and again just to imprison more terrifying ghosts on Taixu Mountain.

After learning that the situation was almost irreversible, he sacrificed himself and placed his hopes in Li Mo's hands.

Just as the Seven Swords of Taixu said, the price of knowing the truth is extremely heavy.

Li Mo lost the chance to escape from this world, because once he escaped, the weirdness would directly attack this world and then spread rapidly.

Over the past thousands of years, people who died have transformed into countless monsters, launching an unpredictable massacre against all innocent people in the world.

He could imagine—

It was a cold, rainy day. A loving mother sat by the window, knitting a warm, thick sweater for her son, who was studying hard away from home. Her dark, calloused fingers were pierced by the needles, dozens of tiny holes visible from the wounds, and bright red blood oozed from them without ceasing. Silly, she picked up an old bowl and gulped down the thin porridge inside.

It was a scorching summer, and an honest and simple man, carrying hundreds of pounds of cargo for his sick wife, sweat drenched his back, his shoulders covered in bloodshot marks, his face flushed with exhaustion, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered. When the leader yelled, he rushed forward in panic, heaving even more heavy loads onto his shoulders, the weight choking him and making his legs tremble.

It was a brutal war. The general, armed with sharp weapons, led his soldiers to fight bravely, wipe out the enemy, and defend their country. Even though several huge crossbow arrows pierced his chest and he fell dying on his horse, he still shouted and advanced, waving the flag that symbolized the will of the army.

In this gray world, there are always people who can pick up a brush, use themselves as paint, and embellish their precious beliefs in the pale and boring picture of the world.

As the weirdness spreads, everything will come to nothing.

The mother collapsed in front of the window, the sweater she was knitting scattered all over the floor; the man was hunched over, grew cat whiskers, and assimilated himself to his beloved wife; the general, with red eyes, waved his sword and treated his subordinates as enemies, and killed each other with his soldiers.

Such an ending, such a conclusion, such a conclusion.

Such a story.

Do you want to acknowledge it?

Are you willing to acknowledge it?

Can you accept that?

"I don't agree." Li Mo's face was expressionless, but his voice was resounding. "I can't accept it either."

This was not the ending he expected. Even if the world was destined to be destroyed and collapsed, the original destiny should not be destroyed by weirdness.

Struggles may not necessarily bring light, and are even less likely to bring victory, but they are by no means meaningless.

Above the gray soil, the shriveled human skin lying on the ground revealed a sinister and terrifying smile, as if mocking Li Mo's childish answer.

What’s the point if you don’t agree?

Those who are destined to die will still die, and the inevitable tragedy will still exist.

What does it matter if you don’t agree or you can’t accept it?

Chapter 25 Ghost Bride

"I will stop all this from happening, kill Chi Yuan, and rescue the silent Hua from his body."

"Then, let's go home together."

Li Mo lowered his head, looked at the six human skins on the ground, and made a promise that no one heard.

"Tragedy will not happen, whether it is out of selfishness or human ethics."

A gust of wind blew away six shriveled human skins.

Li Mo walked towards the foot of the mountain. Without the control of the Seven Swords of Taixu, the ghosts of Taixu Tongtian Road would wander around the world, starting from Shenzhou and spreading out.

By the time the rest of the world reacted, China had already become a living hell.

What he has to do is to find the source of the weirdness and solve it before anything happens.

Completely stop the spread of weirdness and return the fate of the world to the people who belong to this world.

In a trance, Li Mo's turbid eyes reflected a moment of black light.

There was one more thing he had to do.

"The Seven Swords of Taixu didn't tell me what exactly would happen in the town at the foot of the mountain. I'm afraid even they themselves aren't sure about this memory. They only know that there's a vague idea that something must be accomplished by someone."

"Qin Suyi's urgent urging is most likely related to the strange source on Mount Taixu."

"Time is running out."

Li Mo sped along the Tongtian Road, going down the mountain at an exaggerated speed without stopping for a moment.

In the eyes of the people in Changle when they first climbed the mountain, such an action was tantamount to suicide, diverting the attention of the demons to themselves.

But Li Mo knew very well that ghosts were less active during the day than at night.

Even if there are ghosts that can move during the day, the patterns are mostly incomplete, and even if you encounter them, they are easily suppressed.

The netherworld fire of the strange pistol can suppress most of the ghosts with broken rules.

"..."

The strange pistol is quite retro, with mottled rust and broken parts on it, vaguely telling some unknown secrets in silent words.

If there is a chance, Li Mo must complete the rules of this pistol.

If the law that can suppress the law can be used on a complete ghost, it will save a lot of trouble.

At least when dealing with most physical monsters, Li Mo can come and go freely.

While thinking, Li Mo had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The Tongtian Road, which would have taken several days to complete, only took a few hours.

Since the Seven Disciples of Taixu had just died, the ghosts on Taixu Mountain hadn't lost control yet and wouldn't immediately wander into the small town at the foot of the mountain. I hadn't encountered a single ghost on my way down the mountain, so the situation was still relatively stable.

This means there is still a short time to seek the other half of the truth.

Li Mo originally planned to jump directly off the mountain, which would be faster.

If you die three times, there is no problem doing this, but if you die twice, falling from a height of ten thousand meters will only smash you into a pool of flesh that cannot be restored.

"arrive."

Soon, Li Mo arrived at the entrance of the town. He had never been to the foot of the mountain before, but he judged that it was the town based on Changle's description.

After all... there are no other buildings around.

The people coming and going, the bustling crowd, are all dressed differently.

Li Mo is not good at history, but he is not illiterate.

Whether from the architectural style or the clothing of the people in the town, it is obvious that they do not belong to the same era.

As the warm sunshine shines on the streets, the whole town seems to be welcoming a special "happy event".

The buildings on both sides of the street are lushly decorated, with red, green and yellow lanterns hanging high and swaying ribbons flying overhead.

The shops at the entrance are competing to display exquisite goods, a wide variety of cloths, pleasing ceramics, bright silk clothes, bright red and purple, and vivid colors.

It's like a beautiful scene of prosperity.

People walked together, enthusiastically walking in the streets and alleys, with laughter everywhere.

In the center of the square, the sound of gongs and drums rose and fell. Dancers, their faces painted with vibrant patterns, moved gracefully to the upbeat music, eager to try their hand. The audience clapped and cheered, their voices blending into one.

The whole town seemed immersed in a cheerful and festive atmosphere.

“The emotions are running high and it’s worrying.”

Li Mo said softly to himself.

Many times, the bustle and noise cover up the filth and filth hidden in the shadows and silence.

In his opinion, this was indeed a lively celebration, with everyone celebrating some festive occasion.

There was nothing abnormal on the thermometer, the temperature was very normal, and Guiya's left hand was steady, indicating that there was a threat to his life.

Standing in the noisy and crowded crowd, one could not feel even a trace of the strange and unique cold aura.

Li Mo tried to find some clues from other people's expressions, but to no avail.

People's expressions were natural and normal, without any flaws.

The surrounding buildings were also colorful, blurring the original appearance of too many things. Unless Li Mo pulled off all the lantern ribbons, he could see whether the overall appearance of the buildings was reasonable.

"Ok?"

Li Mo looked around and found that the crowd in front of him was divided into two sides of the road. With a light in his eyes, he looked at the slowly approaching vermilion sedan chair with envy.

The road is covered with colorful flowers, paving a beautiful path.

"A bridal sedan. So today isn't a festival, but a wealthy family is getting married. No wonder the place is decorated so festively."

"I just don't know whose wedding it is."

Li Mo looked around and saw that it was indeed the decorations for the wedding ceremony.

Several strong men carried the sedan chair and moved forward slowly and steadily.

As the sedan moves, people nearby will politely make way for it.

Li Mo didn't know much about ancient wedding ceremonies. It seemed that there were several complicated procedures, and the last one was the wedding reception, which meant the groom personally went to the bride's house to pick her up and take her home.

Then comes the popular three bows.

If nothing unexpected happens, when the couple enters the bridal chamber, some unspeakable things will happen.

From now on, we will never be separated...

Of course, people’s hearts will change, and the poem "Mang" in the Book of Songs also tells the world this.

At the banquet of the general manager, he talked and laughed, and made vows without thinking about the opposite.

Even the most sincere vows cannot withstand the passage of time and the wear and tear of years.

Perhaps, at the beginning, I really wanted to be together forever, holding hands with my lover and growing old together.