Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

After the ceremony, Yaezakura came to Li Mo's side holding an umbrella, and the scarlet blade returned to cherry color.

Li Mo checked his condition again and found that he was fine.

It's the same illusion again.

Is this the same incident as the previous one where Chiyo's bedroom was mistaken for a guest room in a haunted house?

No, I don't remember being cut in half.

Cannot be determined.

"Thinking about the mistakes I made in my life."

"The results of it?"

"The mistakes made in the past may be repeated in the future. Humanity is limited by the limitations of its own form of existence, so there is certainly a limit."

"I believe that Mo Jun is special."

"No, everyone is like this, without exception."

Perhaps Yaezakura was just comforting herself by comforting Li Mo.

Just like many people will sympathize with others who do similar things in order to glorify their own behavior.

But Li Mo is different. He is just objectively explaining his current situation.

We must deal with the strange source of this world as soon as possible and return to the original world to deal with the memory problems.

The strange pollution is particularly deadly to the level of consciousness. There is no way to resist it except using strange laws of the same nature.

But using strange laws to protect consciousness is itself a kind of destruction of consciousness.

Any law is contaminated. The contamination will not disappear, but will only exist in another form, existing in people, objects, concepts...

The ghost of doom parasitizes in the mind, only ensuring that the consciousness will not be replaced by other strange things, but it has no way to stop the expansion of Li Mo's memory itself.

Just like the body will reject an organ transplant, but will not react too much to changes in its own organs.

"Where is the castle tower?" Li Mo suddenly asked.

Yaezakura shook her head: "I have already told Mo Jun that the castle tower is a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter unless they become the Lord of the Gods."

Facing Yaezakura's obstruction, Li Mo simply replied calmly: "It's in the bamboo forest west of the shrine, right?"

Yaezakura: “…”

After a silent silence, Yae Sakura nodded slightly.

"How does Mr. Mo know where the castle tower is? Outsiders in the village don't know, and the villagers will not tell anyone."

This time it was Li Mo's turn to remain silent.

He didn't need to answer because—

After the Seed of Sorrow absorbed the life force of the sacrifice and disappeared at the last moment, only a bug web remained in the sky.

The insect net connected to the westernmost part of the shrine. Li Mo had been there before and it was a dense bamboo forest.

Although the castle tower was not found, it is meaningless that the castle tower has a close relationship with the seeds of sorrow.

Yae Sakura would not tell anyone the news that he had guessed the location of the castle tower and was preparing to go there, because Yae Rin would not live long without him, so Yae Sakura could only turn a blind eye.

I thought the conversation would end here and Yaesakura would choose to remain silent and ignore me.

But the Sakura Blowing Snow in his hand suddenly turned into Red Sakura, and a blood-red glow lingered around the scabbard, as if there was an evil ghost howling.

"Mr. Mo, this time Ying is not advising you as a miko, but as...a beneficiary of a favor."

"Don't go to the castle tower. There are two reasons, one of which has already been mentioned."

Li Mo recalled for a moment and explained the reason: "It's not that only Divine Lords can enter, but after entering, one will become a Divine Lord, right?"

Yaesakura didn't deny it, "That was just the first one."

Li Mo asked again: "What about the second one?"

Yaezakura said nothing, but turned to look at the Yaezakura Lord on the altar.

Li Mo had anticipated this result. He didn't expect Yaezakura to tell him everything she knew. The fact that she revealed a little was already out of gratitude for saving Rin.

But the next second, something happened that made Li Mo even more confused.

Yaejin-sama stood on the stage and swore an oath loudly.

"The next sacrifice will be held in three days. The sacrifice will no longer be a monster, but a living person."

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the audience.

Especially the outsiders like Grandma Chiyo were even more terrified. The Lord of the Eightfold God was about to set a precedent, and these outsiders were probably not far from death.

It is okay to die in famine or war, but it is so pitiful and shameful to die on the altar.

It wouldn't matter to an old man in his sixties, but if it were a child...

"Grandma, why are your hands shaking?" Little Chiyo's grandma held her hand tightly.

The outsiders were whispering to each other about their offspring, as if they were making plans for the future.

The villagers were not afraid, but they were also confused.

"Isn't the sacrifice held every few months? Why does it have to start again in three days after the sacrifice just ended?"

"Who knows? Maybe the monsters are more rampant this time."

The audience was discussing until the Eightfold Divine Lord finished the last sentence.

"The candidate for the sacrifice is——"

"The Eightfold Divine Master."

"..."

"..."

The outsiders were confused, and the villagers were confused too.

The children spoke without restraint and asked the adults directly why the Lord of the Eightfold God wanted to sacrifice to himself?

Only Li Mo stood there with a sharp look in his eyes.

The last words of the Lord of the Eightfold God seemed to become the absolute rule of the Eightfold Village, and the strange aura spread without any concealment.

This means that within three days, anyone who goes to the castle tower will become a sacrifice in the ceremony, and their head will be cut off by Akazome Sakura, ending their life.

He did not suggest that he must go to the castle tower, and the communication between the two of them only stayed at the level of "ideas" rather than having to be put into "practice".

It doesn't matter whether the Lord of the Eightfold Gods heard the conversation between the two or not, it would never say without reason that the sacrifice three days later would be the Lord of the Eightfold Gods.

It's very simple logic. He would say this if he had heard the conversation between himself and Yaesakura.

Then he only needs to wait for the death of the Eightfold God Lord in three days before going to the castle tower. By then, the rules will disappear and the sacrifice can be changed back to the previous monster.

What made Lord Yajō so sure that he would go to the castle tower within three days?

With the protection of the blood peach forest, the danger level at night is greatly reduced, and the pollution on the body is more than enough to last for three days.

There is absolutely no need for me to go to the castle tower within three days. This is illogical.

Li Mo was still trying to figure out the reason, but Yaezakura casually said, "Mr. Mo, you're thinking from the wrong angle."

Li Mo: “…”

Wrong angle?

"..."

"..."

After a brief silence, Li Mo raised a strange point: "So your father didn't mean to stop me from going to the castle tower. All the rules here can be changed. His only goal is to get me there. The speech on the stage wasn't a warning, but an expectation."

No wonder Yaezakura said that her perspective was wrong.

Strange behavior can never be measured by human logic.

"Why me? If it were a living person, Chiyoko and the newborn babies in the village would be better choices."

"If it's someone who's about to fall, a withered old man could also be a target to replace me."

"If it's someone who has fallen, the natives of the village all meet the requirements."

"Why me?"

Facing Li Mo's questioning, Yaezakura's gaze focused on the blood-red scabbard, and her cherry-pink lips twitched slightly.

"Mo Jun, are you still thinking about the mistakes you made in your life? What was the result?"

There was no connection between what she said and what she said afterwards. Yaesakura was just repeating the conversation they had had not long ago.

Li Mo recalled that after saying this, Yaezakura said, "I believe that Mr. Mo is special."

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Many mysteries, like layers of haze, obscure our vision, filling every corner of our sight and blocking the full picture of the truth. We can only vaguely glimpse the blurry tip of the iceberg.

An obvious trap without any disguise.

According to human behavioral logic, we will avoid it when we see it.

But the truth is often behind the trap, and there are always wild monsters spawning near the treasure chests in the dungeon.

No one wants to invest too much effort in something meaningless.

"I'll try. I need to know the truth." Li Mo expressed his thoughts.

"Is that so?" Two expressions appeared on Yaesakura's face.

A kind of joy after hearing Li Mo's answer, and sadness after the joy.

The red eyes closed.

Turning around and looking at Li Mo seriously, he said word by word: "I am very happy to meet Mr. Mo again."

"No matter how many times, Sakura is willing to be your sharp blade."

"The bullet fired tomorrow will fill the chamber of the gun tomorrow."

"For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you."

Yaezakura pulled out the blade slightly, and the blood-red blade reflected her vermilion eyes, the color of which was gradually fading.

Compared to reality, the appearance inside the blade seems to be a more real self.

The blood in his eyes surged, stretching as far as the eye could see, and the scarlet that stretched to the horizon filled the world with the only color.

"May you lament."

"I wish you could still lament."

The blade returned to its sheath, and the bright color of the scarlet eyes completely faded.

Instead, it is replaced by a hazy blue and immaturity.

"The sacrifice is over, Lord Mo, please have a feast."

"Mr. Mo? Why are you looking at me with such a strange look?"

"I'll go back and accompany Lin first. Don't catch a cold, Mo Jun."

Yaezakura handed the umbrella in her hand to Li Mo and left in a hurry, leaving Li Mo holding the umbrella and watching billions of raindrops falling like stars in the night sky. The blood on the ground became the only color between heaven and earth.

But soon, the color gradually faded.

"The script..." Li Mo murmured.

It was as if the script had been set up when Yae Village was established, waiting for him to come to Yae Village to start the drama.

What is the ending? What is the conclusion?

For whom the bell tolls.

The bell tolls for me.

Li Mo took out his notebook.

"Everything seems to be developing according to your narrative."

"Then soon, I will 'volunteer' to be a sacrifice, bound in chains and burned in fire."