Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

After saying this, Li Mo was obviously stunned for a moment.

That direction...

Li Mo was very concerned about the direction in which the seven human skins left, and repeatedly searched for the potholes in his memory at the original place.

It took me a while to finally step on it, and I almost fell to the ground.

"Hehe, you're going to die~"

"!"

Li Mo suddenly froze.

He was so familiar with the sharp curse in his mind—

Doom ghost.

But why?

Why did the doom ghost suddenly curse him?

The ghost of doom will only curse him in the short moment before his consciousness fades.

But now there are no other ghosts around, the human-skin ghosts of the Taixu Seven Swords have gone far away, and Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu have confirmed that they are human.

There was no meowing of cats, let alone standing under a tree.

How could he be wiped out of consciousness?

"Gloomy man?"

"elder brother?"

Saori Tsuruyu and Shigure Kirara thought in confusion. They realized that Li Mo was holding them even tighter.

How could I possibly die? I'm clearly safe now.

Emotionally, Li Mo was told that he was safe because there were no ghosts around. However, rationally, he was told that the curse of the doom ghost was more accurate than the predictions in the notebook.

The notebook might have set a trap, and death wasn't guaranteed. But the Doom Ghost had no such plans. It would only plant a curse on Li Mo that would last until death arrived.

"Oh? So you don't know you're going to die? Haha! You're going to die very soon!"

"How pitiful! He didn't even know how he died~ Hehe! Haha!"

The curse of the Doom Ghost continues, it sneers wantonly, and does not hide its malice.

Coincidentally, Li Mo stepped on a pothole, which was shaped like a bottle, and the mouth of the bottle was facing the place where Li Mo had seen the "special human skin" before.

The human skin was hanging at the highest point of the towering locust tree. The face was pale and the eye sockets were pitch black.

But the angle is just right to see the person under the tree.

"..."

My human skin...

Li Mo adjusted the position of his feet and stepped in.

Yes, that’s right, it’s just the pothole in my memory.

Human skin...

Li Mo suddenly thought of what happened in the bridal chamber of a ghost marriage.

In the bronze mirror, not only could one see Changle's flesh and blood, but one's own self was also in the same situation. Only the writhing and squirming crimson flesh and blood remained, without any skin covering it, ugly and exposed in the mirror.

"..."

So what’s the difference between me and Changle?

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, the bronze mirror showed the same thing.

In the rooms on the mountain, there are still living people, both in consciousness and body.

Since he doubted Changle, why didn't he doubt himself?

Li Mo stood there in a daze, realizing that he might have been trapped in a misunderstanding: he must be a human being to be able to reboot.

But he seemed to have missed one point, that is, even if a ghost dies, it can still be restarted.

The only difference is that they are more about restarting themselves, while Li Mo directly restarts the entire timeline.

Li Mo once had a guess that if he really became weird, then his restart must be special. Not only would he restart himself, but he would also restart the space and time he was in.

It doesn't matter whether he is a human or a ghost.

Changle at the foot of the mountain must be a ghost town. There are no living people in that small town.

Changle is a ghost, so what does that mean to me, who has been similar to Changle from the beginning to the end?

Li Mo didn't want to admit this fact. It was impossible to conclude that he was a flesh and blood ghost based on just one point.

But what if there is human skin on the mountain?

That most eerie and grotesque piece of my tragically dead skin hanging on the locust tree...

"Uh-huh..."

I am a ghost?

"elder brother?"

After noticing that something was wrong with Li Mo, Saori Tsuruyu asked worriedly.

In order to better observe Li Mo's condition, Saori Tsuruyu even opened her eyes regardless of the danger. She threw away her clothes and her eyes revealed a rare panic and worry.

Shi Yu Qiluo did the same. She opened her eyes, took off her clothes, looked at Li Mo worriedly, and supported Li Mo's shaky body.

Li Mo let go of Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu's hands. It was not that he wanted to let go, but he couldn't hold on.

The plump, strong, flesh-and-blood hands quickly shrank, the legs shriveled at an extremely fast speed, the body lost its center of gravity and support, and immediately collapsed to the ground.

From top to bottom, the body was turning into a barren and withered human skin.

The flesh and blood disappeared without a trace, just like water evaporating.

"Take the gun from your waist... and point it at my head..."

Li Mo said weakly that his eyeballs had disappeared and his eyes had turned into dark holes that looked exactly like the human skin hanging on the locust tree.

Without flesh and blood in his hands and legs, he couldn't even lift the strange pistol, and couldn't even kill himself.

The curse of the Doom Ghost was disappearing quickly, because Li Mo heard the voice of the Doom Ghost in his mind getting smaller and smaller.

After clenching her fists, Shi Yu Qiluo quickly took off the strange pistol from Li Mo's waist, opened the ancient safety bolt, and pointed the muzzle at the location of Li Mo's brain.

An ordinary pistol might not kill him, but a hit with the strange pistol would definitely kill him.

"Captain! Wait a minute!" Saori Tsuruyu's mind was working fast, trying her best to think of a way to rescue.

But Shigure Kirara is different.

She is not as smart as Saori Tsuruyu, nor as calm and rational as Li Mo.

The only thing she could do was to obey orders absolutely and leave the right of decision to someone more wise.

That day, after the funeral, the moonlight penetrated the window screens and illuminated the darkness in the house.

Shi Yu Qiluo had a dream. In the dream, she saw a desperate scene caused by her failure to strictly follow Li Mo's orders.

All members of the team she led and most of the students of St. Freya died in the cold night.

The smell of blood and the sound of biting deeply stimulated every nerve of Shi Yu Qiluo.

"Shoot!" Under the protection of the Doom Ghost, Li Mo roared with his last bit of reason and strength.

The next second, "Bang!"

The gunshots rang out without hesitation, so sharp that they almost penetrated the cold night that was exactly the same as in the dream.

Blood splattered like rain and mist, filling the air.

The blue-purple flames burned endlessly, gradually engulfing every inch of the human skin under Li Mo's head.

"Brother! Brother!"

Saori Tsuruyu shouted, lifted her clothes and slapped the nether fire frantically, but the fire did not diminish at all, but became more intense, eating away at Li Mo's skin.

Shi Yu Qiluo held the gun and stood aside, staring blankly, not moving at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Saori Tsuruyu stopped her futile actions.

She knelt beside Li Mo, holding the dust in her hands.

"The pattern was triggered and he died." Shigure Qiluo thought for a long time but couldn't come up with the right words.

Shigure Kirara knew that no matter how tactful her comfort was, it could not cover up the truth. Saori Tsuruyu was very smart, and Shigure Kirara could not deceive her. Everything that she knew, Saori Tsuruyu had already known.

But Saori Tsuruyu couldn't accept it and fantasized that she could find a solution.

"I know."

Saori Tsuruyu walked forward and picked up the burnt notebook.

He opened the notebook that symbolized something ominous.

The worn notebook with black marks on it contained only one striking sentence:

[My name is Li Mo. When you see this, I will be dead.]

The notebook doesn't lie. Saori Tsuruyu bit her lip and asked a lot of questions.

She knew the consequences of using the notebook, but she didn't care, she didn't care about anything.

However, the notebook disappointed Saori Tsuruyu. It remained silent, just like Li Mo who turned into ashes behind him, silent and soundless.

The strange pistol fell from Shiyu Qiluo's hand. Shiyu Qiluo didn't even have the desire to look back. She walked straight to the place where Li Mo died, like a clockwork puppet, moving forward stiffly and slowly, and could only step out sad and depressing music.

Shi Yu Qiluo squatted down, stretched out her hands, carefully picked up the black ashes, and patiently picked out the sand one by one.

The clear and watery blue eyes had lost their former brilliance, as if a fire had passed through, burning all the dark lotuses and dreams in the pond, leaving behind a lingering sadness that filled every narrow crevice of the soul.

"I really want to go to your place."

"Now I can definitely say those words..."

"Fool."

"..."

"..."

The last words left behind were obscured by the restarted time and space distortion.

Li Mo opened his eyes in a trance, and the Rashomon covered with green moss stood before him.

"Your hands are so cold."

Li Mo suddenly heard the girl's teasing voice, and his left hand was covered by warmth. The other party seemed to want to warm his hand with her own body temperature.

"..."

Li Mo remained silent, staring at the other person with his cloudy eyes. His pupils were dilated and dirty, as if his eyeballs were ruptured, and the cell tissues were tangled into a mess.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Hmm? I guess you want to say something like 'Then let me go'."

"I'm just afraid of walking with my eyes closed and accidentally falling and getting my clothes dirty. Yeah, it's all for safety. Don't worry, in return, I will warm up this cold hand of yours."

Shi Yu Qiluo saw that Li Mo had been silent for a long time, so she laughed and talked to herself.

Although the current Li Mo gave her the illusion that he had become more silent and indifferent.

Li Mo pulled his left hand away from Saori Tsuruyu's embrace and looked at her thoughtfully.

Restarted three times, this is the fourth life...

If he hadn't obtained this hand in the strange bud world before, this life would be his last, and he couldn't be exposed to too much pollution. He had to return to the original world immediately to clear the accumulated death.

Li Mo knew it very well.

The last life is the final step for him to become weird.

Every bit of pollution is a step forward, whether it is passively accepted from the outside world or actively released by oneself.

The last life is almost like walking on a tightrope. A little more pollution will immediately lose your true self and become a monster that follows rules.