Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

"Changle is dead, who am I?"

"who am I?"

Changle murmured in a daze, as if he had no soul.

"I am Chi Yuan, I am an immortal..."

"I am Hua."

At ten nine, Changle found his body.

At ten ten, she acknowledged her own death.

At ten eleven, she felt something appear in her brain and wanted to break out of its shell.

At ten twelve, she is Hua.

From the beginning to the end, the dynasty has long since collapsed, and those who think they are alive are dying over and over again.

That night she saw the woman on Li Mo's shoulder.

fake.

She was sitting on Li Mo's shoulder and looking at herself.

Hua stood up with a dark look in her eyes. She turned her head back and stepped over the threshold, stepping on Changle's body lying on the threshold.

As predicted in the notebook, at 10:11, "Li Mo" escaped from the Taoist temple, but this time he did not bring Changle with him.

As predicted, there were less than two minutes left for him to see Him, and these two minutes were plenty of time to escape from Taixu Mountain.

"There's something wrong with Changle. If I hadn't brought her with me, I would have reached Rashomon in half a minute."

Rashomon is within reach, except for two very crucial people.

Yes, "Li Mo" did not see Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu.

But no matter what, the right solution is to leave first.

As long as I can survive until July 15th, it doesn’t matter whether Saori Tsuruyu and Shigure Kirara are there or not.

"Li Mo" quickly passed through Rashomon, but when he looked back, he found himself back outside the Taoist temple, as if he had just left.

With one and a half minutes left, he still had at least three chances to leave.

"Back to the starting point again, triggering the pattern of eye contact with Chi Yuan."

"..."

"Li Mo" remained silent and started running again, thinking as he ran.

There was no Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu in front of Rashomon. Based on his memory of the two, "Li Mo" judged that they would not break their appointment, so the problem was with himself.

He might be hallucinating.

An illusion that doesn't kill you.

This also explains why the Doom Ghost did not cast a curse, because this illusion is not fatal, it just delays time.

So the Doom Ghost cannot fight this illusion.

"Brother! Brother!"

Saori Tsuruyu's voice faintly reached Li Mo's ears. Li Mo stopped and looked around but there was no one in sight.

"Audio hallucination?"

As time passed, "Li Mo" became more and more anxious, and ran towards Rashomon repeatedly in panic.

Every time after walking out of Rashomon, one will return to the entrance of the Taoist temple, and the cycle will repeat.

"Li Mo" spent too much time on it, and there were only the last twenty seconds left.

"No, if I continue I will definitely die here. Just use usurpation to help me leave."

"Li Mo" stretched out his left hand, wanting to use "Usurpation".

When I raised my hand, I saw only a deathly gray arm, and the eerie silence on it faded away.

"what happened?"

The inexplicable loss of strange powers made Li Mo feel like an ant on a hot pan, at a loss as to what to do.

After all, he is not the real thing. Even if he inherited all the memories, he cannot behave like Li Mo.

Two minutes later, "Li Mo" died.

In reality, in front of Rashomon, Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu were facing a formidable enemy.

The two watched Li Mo running towards them, with a faceless woman sitting on his shoulder.

Just as Li Mo was leaving Rashomon, the woman on his shoulder stretched out her hands and stroked his cheeks. She bent her body, hunched over, and looked at Li Mo face to face.

With a "thump", Li Mo fell to the ground, his pupils dilated and his body stopped moving.

His facial skin began to shrink until it completely separated from his face, turning into a shriveled piece of human skin on the ground.

He stretched out his hand, and his palm, uncertain in its solidity, pierced through the skull, holding a pool of pulpy water.

Disappointed, he said, "You are not him."

Then he turned his gaze to Shigure Kirara and Saori Tsuruyu outside the door.

"Captain, close your eyes!" Saori Tsuruyu reminded, and Shigure Kirara immediately closed her eyes.

He took a glance, turned around and walked silently towards the Taoist temple.

After a long time, Saori Tsuruyou carefully opened her eyes. After confirming that the woman had left, she walked to Li Mo and took Li Mo away from Taixu Mountain and back to Tongtian Road.

She knew very well that the ghost that could kill her brother was definitely not someone the captain and she could contend with, otherwise Li Mo would have brought them together to fight the ghost sitting on his shoulder.

"Xiaoyou, he... doesn't seem to be breathing..."

"Well, my brother said that no matter what he becomes, I must keep him alive until July 15th. Here, Captain, we have to get down the mountain before dark. My brother won't die yet, I believe in him."

Shi Yu Qiluo took Li Mo and carried him on her shoulder with one hand.

Saori Tsuruyu quickly walked in front of Shigure Kirara, opened her arms, looked straight at her, and made a "big" pose.

Shi Yu Qiluo asked in confusion: "Xiaoyou, what are you doing?"

Saori Tsuruyu answered naturally, "I'm walking too slowly. I might not be able to get back to the inn before dark. Captain, please give me a ride."

Shigure Kirara understood that Saori Tsuruyu wanted her to carry her on the other shoulder.

Indeed, even if she ran at full speed, it would take several hours to reach the foot of the mountain. As a Valkyrie student who had not even passed the B-level Valkyrie assessment, it was too difficult for Saori Tsuruyu to run to the foot of the mountain within half a day.

"Okay, don't worry, leave it to me."

Shi Yu Qiluo adjusted her posture and imitated Li Mo's way of climbing the mountain, holding one in each hand and running towards the foot of the mountain.

When we returned to the inn, it was already 8:30 in the evening. There was only half an hour left until the hour of Xu, when many evil spirits would be wandering on the Tongtian Road.

"Haah...haah..."

"I'm so tired... I'll rest for a while."

Shigure Qiluo slumped in the chair. She hadn't expected that leading a sprint would be so exhausting. It even slowed down her speed a lot.

That guy is really well hidden. He brought people up without even taking a breath.

Saori Tsuruyu: "Captain, you take a rest first. I'll go close the door of the inn and reopen it tomorrow."

The two remembered Li Mo's instructions clearly. They were not allowed to let ghosts stay overnight at night. They were to entertain and record the information of ghosts during the day. They could look at the guests, but they could not let them realize that they were dead.

Shigure Kirara: "Yeah, by the way, Xiaoyou, what do you think is the purpose of us recording those ghosts?"

Saori Tsuruyu: "I don't know, anyway, my brother must have his reasons for doing this, captain, are you scared?"

Shigure Kirara: "I'm not afraid, but I don't know if it's because I've experienced it before, but I don't seem to feel too much fear right now."

Saori Tsuruyu: "That's normal, because fear comes from the unknown, from powerlessness. It's the helplessness of being unable to do anything but watch as the unknown terror approaches. But now we just need to follow the rules to survive, and we also learned the killing patterns of demons from my brother. If we are still afraid in this situation, it is not appropriate to get involved in such supernatural events."

Shigure Kirara: "Yeah, that's true."

The door of the inn was closed. Saori Tsuruyu blew out the candle and moved into the same room as she remembered during the day.

Sleeping together can provide some support for each other.

As for Li Mo...

I can only rely on the cold wooden table.

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Shenzhou, Canghai City.

The dilapidated old house is located outside the city, and the corners of the walls are covered with vines and traces of dust.

The ginkgo tree in the center of the empty courtyard was withered, its branches as dry as bones. The flowers and plants around the courtyard had lost their former glory, and the withered and yellowed sycamore leaves were blown away by the wind.

The man and his daughter walked into the lifeless courtyard. Outside was a truck loaded with furniture and other items.

"Hua, we'll live here from today. I'll go contact a friend outside to help move the things down. You clean up the yard first. As for the house... we can clean it together after we're done."

"Hmm."

Five-year-old Hua lowered his head, his face calm and expressionless.

He responded to his father's plan in a dull manner, without any childish noise or misbehavior.

Hua picked up the broom and swept the pile of garbage in the yard bit by bit. Like a puppet receiving instructions, he had no opinions of his own and tirelessly carried out his father's ideas.

She has always been like this, never making a choice.

"Ah..." The man couldn't help but sigh and feel melancholy after seeing his daughter's dull and gloomy expression.

Since she started school, Hua has always been a marginalized person in the class. She is ignored by her classmates and no one wants to play with her.

Because she never says a word, likes to sit alone in a corner and stare blankly, and is unwilling to communicate with others.

The teacher was helpless with her.

He has no interest in anything, and only imitates and learns when I teach him martial arts.

But that was just imitation. She just had nothing to do and was definitely not interested.

The phone rang, the man answered it, said "OK" several times, and left the courtyard to meet his friend.

After all, we have to move the whole family to Canghai City, so there are a lot of things. If we hire a master to help, it will be a considerable expense. In Shenzhou, we naturally save as much as possible.

As a father, I would rather suffer a little more and save money to spend on my children.

It just so happened that he had a childhood friend in Canghai City with whom he had a deep friendship and they had also been classmates, which was a blessing.

"..."

Hua turned around and remained silent after seeing his father leave.

With her head lowered, her two tender little hands tightly grasped the broom, sweeping the dead leaves on the ground to the side back and forth.

The yard is not too big, and the dead leaves can be cleared away in a short time if you are not lazy.

So what to do next?

Hua didn't know. She stood there blankly, her eyes never moving away from the gate outside the courtyard.

Maybe my father will appear in the next second and tell me what to do next.

Hua is looking forward to it.

But after waiting for a long time, the tightly closed wooden door did not open. On the contrary, the sun above his head became increasingly scorching, making it difficult for Hua to open his eyes.

"Squeak..."

The door in the center of the ancient house made a sharp friction sound and opened automatically.

Hua turned his head and looked at the dark scene inside the door. It was in a mess, and everywhere was filled with traces of the passage of time.

She remembered her father's words and told them to wait for them to come and clean up the house together.

"..."

The coolness under the eaves attracted Hua. Sweat dripped down her blue-gray hair and she felt a little dizzy.

“It’s so hot outside.”

After saying that, Hua walked towards the dilapidated house, thinking that there was nothing wrong with standing in the shade just to enjoy the cool air.