Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Guiya's left hand instinctively resisted, temporarily stopping the fusion with the human-skin ghost.

If it were to be used with the other hand, the human-skin ghost would be completely integrated in less than three seconds.

"boom!"

Another shot pierced through Li Mo's left hand and hit the human-skin ghost, slowing down the fusion.

Slowing down does not mean stopping. No one knows what will happen once the human-skin ghost completely merges into Li Mo's skin.

"The second killing method of the human-skin ghost..."

The first is eye contact, and the second is fusion.

"Meow..." Before he could think or process the situation, the second cat meow sounded, and the old cat lady's green eyes stared at Li Mo.

Li Mo lowered his head, their eyes met, not to mention that Old Lady Cat was behind him on his left side, so their eyes could not possibly meet.

But suddenly, Li Mo felt as if someone was forcibly lifting his head.

"Hmm... what... thing? The third ghost? Where is it?"

Li Mo couldn't see it. The "Him" on his shoulder manipulated his pale hands and forcibly turned Li Mo's head 150 degrees, staring into the old lady cat's eyes with a strange green light.

In an instant, Li Mo's head was fixed, he couldn't look away, his body began to shrink, and he had a faint urge to make a cat's meow in his throat.

Can’t call...

Can’t call...

Can’t call...

Li Mo kept reminding himself in his heart. He knew very well that once he made the first meow, there would be no turning back.

The law of assimilation will instantly transform him into a new old cat lady, hunting the people in his memory.

During the assimilation process, Li Mo's body no longer resisted the assimilation of the human-skin ghost. The assimilation of the human-skin ghost and the old cat lady was not contradictory and they could coexist.

Both of them contaminated Li Mo's identity as a living person, assimilating him into an old cat lady in the skin of a stranger.

"I'll give you my eye in exchange for yours." Li Mo did not hold back and immediately used the ability of Guiya's left hand: "Usurpation".

In an instant, the old cat lost her strange eyes, and Li Mo's eyes were empty, without eyeballs, turning into dark holes.

His vision suddenly fell into colorless nothingness.

The old cat lady's assimilation pattern was interrupted, and next there was the human-skin ghost. Li Mo relied on his feeling and fired several shots with a strange pistol until the human-skin ghost was beaten to pieces. Li Mo took out the saber and endured the severe pain to cut off a large area of skin on his hand.

Then he was beaten up and thrown away.

"The pollution has deepened..." Li Mo pondered, his strange ability was not so easy to use.

If he uses it a few more times, this life will be Li Mo's last.

Restarting is also a kind of pollution. Under low pollution conditions, Li Mo can now restart three times in a row, reaching the level of four deaths.

After using the strange power, the degree of pollution deepens. If it is forcibly restarted, the large-scale pollution caused by the restart will directly turn Li Mo into a strange one.

Li Mo followed his memory, grabbed the old cat lady, and threw her into the distance with all his strength.

The two ghosts were temporarily dealt with, but they would come back sooner or later, and his condition was getting worse each time.

"It must have attracted a lot of ghosts just now... If I'm unlucky, the whole human Pilin will be attracted here..."

Li Mo's eyes recovered, but they were still as cloudy and dim as a dead person's.

"We need to usurp the ghost three times. On the Ghost Festival on July 15th, we must use usurpation to deal with the human skin ghost and the flesh ghost. The success rate is about 10%..."

"But can I make it through tonight?"

Li Mo stopped outside the wing room, holding a gun in his right hand and his left hand slightly open, staring silently ahead, waiting for a new wave of attacks.

Dawn was too far away from him.

Perhaps the sunset he saw when he climbed the mountain was the last sunset he could appreciate in his life.

No wonder it is so gorgeous and brilliant.

Li Mo cannot use the last restart. After four deaths, even if he does nothing, he will gradually be contaminated as time goes by.

After four deaths, he could not survive until July 15th.

As long as he survives tonight, there is still hope. He can deal with the mysterious source, deal with the Ghost Festival human skin forest, and bring them back to China...

Of course, it's just hope.

A tiny hope is still hope.

There was endless darkness above his head and in front of him. In the endless darkness, three skinny black shadows appeared and walked towards the room behind Li Mo.

Li Mo did not retreat, holding the saber in his right hand and the gun in his left hand.

As long as you still hold the sword in your hand, you can move forward fearlessly.

He has been in desperate situations more than once, and even if he wants to die, he has to choose how he dies.

Li Mo rushed forward and fought against the three ghosts that appeared.

……

……

The night is as dark as ink, and an incense stick of time has passed since the hour of Xu.

The human skin forest far away from the wing room was rustling in the quiet evening breeze. Everything was silent, with only the chirping of insects.

There are exceptions to everything. In the human skin forest, there is a man walking on the desolate and ruined ground.

The ghost dormant in the darkness awakened, and the tall black shadow that had been lying on the ground suddenly stood up without twisting its joints, just standing straight as if it was hung up.

It stared intently at the existence wandering in the human skin forest at night, its stiff, gray fingers creaking, bones breaking, and fingers stretched out.

The night was silent, and the witch was wandering in the woods.

Only from time to time in the deep shadows, the sleepless leaves above rustled, as if trembling, as if singing.

She walked with cat-like light steps in the endless dark night, leaving behind an intoxicating fragrance like rosemary, covering the night with a layer of enchanting mist.

The flickering lamp in his hand was like the trembling of a lost soul in the night. The blue-purple netherworld fire burned in the soul lamp, and the faint halo left behind illuminated the lifeless path leading to the other side of the underworld.

A witch holding a lantern hunts in the darkness, and a tall spirit follows her, appearing and disappearing.

She slowly walked towards the distant wing. A tall black shadow turned around, his expression grim and distorted. Two different faces appeared on the same face at the same time, competing for ownership.

However, both faces were dead.

Finally, it stopped on its way to the wing room and turned towards the woman who was walking towards it.

The mural ghost, free from the constraints of portraiture, only needs to reach out and touch the woman in front of him to transform her into a derivative of himself.

Just like the day before yesterday, it killed the living people around it.

When you touch the other person's body, the pattern will be triggered.

"Good night, guest."

The witch whispered softly, very gently.

Before the mural ghost could touch the woman, it was entangled by a snake spirit made of blue and purple nether fire.

Its contemptuous vertical pupils stared at the prey beneath it, dragging it into the dark underworld without mercy, leaving behind swaying mottled netherworld fire that fell on the dry grass, as if to start an endless forest fire.

A phenomenon that violated the laws of physics occurred. The flames did not burn the dry grass pile, but instead turned into thin strands of light, which continued to spread to the location of the wing room.

"So you're here, Mr. Detective. Do you have a suitable gift for me?"

"Sisi~"

The snake spirit lay on the witch's shoulder, making a hoarse hissing sound.

"Indeed, the winds are a bit noisy tonight. Let's calm them down a bit."

The wolf spirit emerged, its face ferocious, staring at the thousands of human skins behind it.

Above is the hell of weird fighting and entanglement, and the witch is walking in the paradise at night.

On the other side, outside the wing, Li Mo sat slumped on the ground with a pool of blood under his feet.

The bullets in the strange pistol were recovering, and there was not a single bullet left in the magazine.

Li Mo's body was also rapidly decaying, becoming increasingly closer to death.

His heart was already beating, but he had no pulse, his eyes were dead, and he exuded a cold aura.

Li Mo touched his body with his hand. It was stiff and cold, like a corpse that had been dead for several days.

The endless weirdness forced him to fight back with weird power, and every time he used it, Li Mo's body became worse.

The first time there were two ghosts, the second time there were three ghosts, the third time there were five ghosts, the fourth time there were eight ghosts...

Li Mo no longer knew how many waves of them he had fought off, he only knew that he was going to die.

The first and second waves were at least half an hour apart, the second and third waves were less than ten minutes apart, and the third and fourth waves were only three minutes apart.

Li Mo took out his cell phone and was silent for a while. He felt an urge to leave a last message.

After his death, the world will become a living hell, and all living people will die soon.

Someone in another world might notice this and send someone over to figure out how to deal with it...

Although Li Mo did not have any expectations for it, but... what if?

What if that person came to Taixu Mountain? What if he picked up his phone? What if he happened to run into Mei?

But before Li Mo could say a word, another wave of attacks came, and dense black shadows walked out of the woods.

Li Mo picked up the strange pistol, the bullets were still recovering, and there was not a single one left.

Guiya's left hand was shaking violently, and the ability to usurp could not be used too many times.

The pollution was too severe, and Li Mo no longer had the chance to restart for the fourth time.

And the dawn is still far away.

"Is that the end?"

Li Mo took out a coin from his pocket. It was stained with strange pollution. He followed Padofils's rule: anyone who sees it must pick it up, and anyone who finds money must keep it.

For the weird, as long as the pattern on the coin does not disappear, they will always be attracted to the coin.

Give Li Mo a chance to catch his breath.

But so what? How long can the coin last? Half an hour? An hour?

This time, more than twenty ghosts were attracted, and the time they could hold out was greatly reduced.

But there is enough time to leave a last message.

"They say there's a revolving lantern before a person dies, but I don't seem to have seen anything."

"Maybe it's because... I don't want to die yet."

Li Mo threw a coin, which landed accurately a hundred meters behind more than twenty ghosts.

It is best if the coin falls within a hundred meters behind the ghost, so that the ghost can fall back. After the pattern on the coin disappears, it will take some time for the ghost to come over again.

It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

Taking advantage of the moment when the ghost was attracted by the strange coin, Li Mo walked into the room and quietly looked at the sleeping Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu.

Then he glanced at Changle again.

He couldn't leave, but he could take a gamble and send someone to the entrance of the strange cave.

As for whether you can leave the cave and return to your own world, it all depends on your own ability.

Changle is not on Li Mo's list, and the reason is very simple.

She was constrained by the traditional ideological education of the feudal dynasty and was tamed into a princess with no independent thoughts and a bright and beautiful appearance.

He was so obsessed with meeting the immortal and asking for blessings that he would not listen to any advice.

For her, the imperial edict and the king's order are above everything else, and she doesn't mind sacrificing herself.

This is not her fault. Due to the limitations and narrowness of the times, no individual in it can bear all the blame and suffering.

Even Li Mo himself was once limited to his own era, wasn't he?

The so-called change of dynasties has an invisible and intangible cycle. It does exist and is difficult to change by human will.