Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

He did it. He calmly accepted Shigure Kirara's death and had no intention of saving her.

It might be possible to save it, but the cost would be too high.

He might die, the weirdness would spread out of control, and everyone would die.

In this desperate and oppressive world where making the wrong choice will kill everyone, Li Yinmo cannot be an idealist, even though his strange heart is burning and scorching.

The second answer expressed his dissatisfaction with the tragic ending of the story. He would tear up the original plot of the story, turn it into what he wanted, and rewrite the ending himself.

He once said this to Cecilia.

But he broke his promise and didn't do it.

It’s not because we can’t do it, but because we dare not and cannot.

"..."

The turbid eyeballs became hazy, as if wrapped in a layer of gray fog, and were shrouded by mist that came from nowhere.

Living, dying...

Ideal, reality...

Beautiful, tragic...

Thoughts, rules...

Freedom, slavery...

The world is truly absurd, like a magnificent stage play, in which everyone plays a different role, with superb or clumsy acting skills, just to stick to the "script" more perfectly.

Responding to "Destiny's Expectations."

People wear masks, are tied with shackles, and live a heavy and undignified life.

Those who lose their freedom are slaves, and those who gain their freedom are also slaves.

From the very beginning, everyone is destined to be a slave because they have no choice.

Combining the pros and cons of reality, select the most cost-effective options from seemingly countless answers, and finally make the final judgment based on personal character and actual situation.

There is only one choice to make - "script", "expectation of fate".

Everyone is like this, the knowledgeable Mei, the high and mighty gods, the ordinary mortals... without exception, everyone is entangled in the spider web of fate. No matter how hard they struggle, they are only entangled by a few fewer spider threads than the previous second.

"..."

Same as myself.

Just like the fate hints you encounter.

There are countless roads in front of you, but only a few can be seen, and only one can be walked on.

He couldn't save Shigure Kirara because saving her would release Guiqi and he would surely die.

Once he died, the rituals of the haunted house went completely out of control and the weirdness spread.

If the agreement is broken, given Mei's personality, she will just give up and leave.

He can't afford to lose. Every choice requires too much to think about and too much to bear.

It seems that he is always making choices, but in fact, Li Mo never makes a choice, because the choice made after weighing the pros and cons is not called a choice.

He just chose the most advantageous one based on the actual situation.

This is a compromise.

"..."

How long will it take for this road to come to an end? How long will it take for it to come to an end...

Is death the final destination? Or is after death the final destination? Or perhaps… not even after death is the final destination, there is no destination at all.

What on earth should he do to put an end to all the tragedies and truly kill the original weirdness...

"Hehe..." A sinister and stiff laugh came out of Li Mo's mouth, which was frightening.

Like the whisper of evil spirits, the echo of hell.

Human beings are a collection of contradictions.

No matter what era, no matter what kind of person.

This scene was seen by the live broadcast girl, who was so frightened that she took a few steps back, shrank her body, and pointed her mobile phone camera at Li Mo.

The unsociable widow Snow Woman: Damn, this person is so scary, not only does he look like a ghost, but his behavior is also so similar, would a normal person laugh when looking at the dead body of their lover?

Cats: I really doubt his mental state. Just how twisted is his psychology...

You are worthy of being Lord Shadow: Okay, okay, this level of middle school second degree is comparable to mine.

Mr. Wang, the building materials manager, said, "There's something wrong with this guy. Stay away from him, anchor! Didn't you notice that his facial muscles didn't move when he smiled? Not only that, his eyes and expression haven't changed since a while ago. It could be a ghost!"

Editor-in-Chief Yae: What the above person said makes sense. With even the resurrection story being revealed, it's hard to imagine what else could be happening in the haunted house. The supernatural forum has been shut down, but officials haven't officially clarified that it's just a rumor. Many online videos have been deleted, so I suspect there really are ghosts in the house. Be careful, streamer. You might actually die here.

Looking at these comments, the live broadcaster felt a chill in her heart.

What does it mean that the supernatural forum has been banned and the official has not directly clarified that it is a rumor?

If it wasn't her personal experience, the live streamer would have known at a glance that the news about the haunted house was a rumor used to attract attention, and would have decisively filled it in the reason for the ban section.

But the authorities didn't do so for one reason: they did find something.

The unwarranted deletion of online videos is probably just to reduce public panic. After all, if the haunted house incident is confirmed, people will have a very strong sense of crisis and social order will collapse to a certain extent.

But why has no one come to deal with it?

The live broadcast girl cursed in her heart, but she didn’t know that the authorities had actually sent many people, but they all died and became ghosts looking for people.

"Hey? Where's my live studio?"

The live broadcaster just came back to her senses from her anger and found that her live broadcast screen was pitch black.

There were only a few large characters on it: Your live broadcast has violated the platform's regulations and is suspected of violating laws and regulations. It has been temporarily banned. Please contact us for details...

This is like adding insult to injury for the live broadcast women.

She relied on the comments in the live broadcast room to muster up the courage to face it. Without the support of netizens, she was alone and had to deal with the strange man in front of her...

Seven fifty.

The communicator in Li Mo's hand vibrated and made a sharp sound.

Li Mo answered the call, but didn't speak in a hurry. He waited quietly for the words from the other end of the communicator.

Kanagawa Qimeng: "Hello, I am Kanagawa Qimeng."

Li Mo: "I'm Li Mo."

Kanagawa Qimeng: “……?!”

Li Mo: "Any questions?"

Kanagawa Qimeng: "Li Mo?? You are Li Mo? You are still alive? You are not dead?"

During the communication, Kanagawa Qimeng asked three questions in a hurry, and every word revealed joy and doubt.

The communicator can only last for ten minutes, and ten minutes later it is exactly eight o'clock, the time of the strange revival.

Li Mo: "Where are you now?"

Kanagawa Qimeng: "Fourth floor. I took the diary, pistol, thermometer, and the communicator from you, and went up to the fourth floor with the survivors."

"We walked here for a long, long time but still couldn't reach the end. There were many ghosts following us... many, more than you can imagine... anyway, too many to count."

"To break the impasse, we chose one person to go in the same direction as the ghost, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't come back. So we had to go in the opposite direction of the ghost, but we still couldn't see the end."

Kanagawa Yume has grown a lot, and she quickly explains her general experience and key points.

The notebook's prediction came true.

[At 7:50 pm, I activated the communicator.]

[The communicator was only usable for ten minutes. During these ten minutes, I answered the questions of the person on the other end of the communicator truthfully.]

This is the future predicted by the notebook, and it matches perfectly.

However, Kanagawa Qimeng did not expect that the person who answered the communicator was Li Mo.

His body was clearly on the third floor...

He's not dead... That's great.

Since the previous content has been shattered, the remaining prophecies are likely to come true.

[At 8:00 PM, the Soul Crossing Channel began to operate.]

[At 8:01 PM, the Soul Crossing Channel stopped functioning.]

[At 8:01 PM, all beings in the haunted house stopped the flow of time and entered a special state - "eternal death."]

[8:01 PM…]

【…】

【…】

Li Mo: "Is there anything else...special?"

Kanagawa Qimeng: "Something special? Yes, but it's not that special."

"Even the ghosts walking in the opposite direction next to us all had the same faces, and they all muttered a few words or simple phrases."

"They have names and some specific symbols, like 'game', 'money', 'the name of a certain idol', and so on. I guess these ghosts are not complete, they are all ghost souls, so to speak."

"But just a while ago, we saw a very strange ghost."

"She must be dead. She's no different from any other ghost, except for her dress and appearance, which caught my attention."

Li Mo was stunned, his pupils shrinking, "She... said something."

Kanagawa Qimeng: "Wait a moment, let me recall it carefully."

"By the way, thousands of ghosts only said one thing, but she said two, and both of them really concerned me."

Kanagawa Qimeng hesitated for a few seconds. A moment later, words came from the communicator that made Li Mo's soul tremble.

"Child, and...your name."

After hearing this, Li Mo opened his lips slightly and looked at Shi Yu Qiluo with empty eyes.

He approached with lifeless eyes and reached out his hand to touch Shi Yu Qiluo's lower abdomen.

"..."

After a brief contact, Li Mo finally confirmed a fact.

Shigure Qiluo is pregnant.

Kanagawa Qimeng: "Li Mo? Are you listening? Li Mo? Li Mo!?"

Kanagawa Qimeng, who had not received a response for a long time, panicked and kept calling Li Mo's name on the communication.

"Clang!"

The communicator in Li Mo's hand fell to the ground, and Kanagawa Qimeng's call kept ringing in the communication, but Li Mo never picked it up.

Because it doesn't matter anymore.

"Well!"

Li Mo knelt on the ground, with a splitting headache, which was a thousand times more severe than the pain of having his soul pulled out by the ghost in the ninth room. His face could not help but show a hideous expression.

The fingers were inserted straight into the head, and cold blood gushed out from the wound.

Heal, tear, heal, tear again...over and over again, but this pain is nothing compared to the redefinition of the soul.

Scarlet blood seeped out of Li Mo's eyeballs, dripping onto the ground in large drops. His eardrums ruptured and blood flowed from all his orifices.

“Kill… the ghost…!”

Weird words came out of Li Mo's mouth uncontrollably, as if he didn't really mean it.

"Destroy... Weird...!"

"Spread...Reject...!"

It mutilates itself with almost unrestrained cruelty, kneading its head into a ball of mud, but its strange immortality quickly allows it to recover, and this cycle seems to have no end.