Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

The two Herrschers of the End were like ordinary people holding knives, using the most primitive means to cut and chop each other into pieces, and without waiting for the opponent to recover, they inflicted harm again, repeating the cycle over and over again.

"Qi... no, this is a good opportunity."

Li Mo turned around, and this time, as expected, he easily found the way upstairs.

The arrival of Guiqi forced Weird End to use all its strength. The surrounding time was frozen, and most of the incomplete laws fell into silence.

There is no better opportunity than this.

Once you miss it, when the battle between Guiqi and Guiyi Zhongyan is over, no matter which side wins, it will be your death.

Li Mo believed that Guiqi would win, it was just a matter of time.

By the time she realized that she could suppress laws through laws rather than primitive killing, the strange end would be defeated.

It may not take long. After all, the amount of pollution in the two bodies is not at the same level. Even the strange end has been polluted for 50,000 years.

The situation has exceeded Li Mo's expectations. He must complete the ritual as soon as possible and be reborn according to the prophecy in the notebook.

Only when the self in this world "dies" can Guiqi leave.

Otherwise, this place will become the next St. Freya's College.

Li Mo forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart. If Gui Qi had really touched him just now...

Maybe he would rather die than take another step forward.

Mei's reminder was just right, whether it was about the strange pistol or the behavior.

Use absolute rationality to suppress those inappropriate emotions.

Did she secretly use the notebook?

Li Mo quickly went upstairs, looking for traces of the strange source on every floor.

The second floor is the classroom, and the layout is similar to that of the first floor of a school.

There are many classrooms in the corridor, and each classroom is similar. Transcending this war-torn era, the classrooms here are in the modern style of the Far East.

"There's a lot of weird aura left here."

Li Mo felt a familiar chill, especially in the classroom.

Outside the corridor, however, there was no pattern at all.

Li Mo was silent for a while, then opened the window and jumped in.

He originally wanted to use "Usurpation" to directly change his geographical location, but he was killed continuously by the Weird End just now, and his body has reached its limit. If he forcibly uses "Usurpation" to change his geographical location, it would be too disadvantageous. He should save the use of "Usurpation" for more important places.

As for why I flipped through the window...

Although Guiqi has frozen most of the strange rules of the castle tower.

However, some causal laws that are not related to time are not included, such as the act of opening a door.

His time was not frozen, which meant that the laws could still apply to him. Compared to doors, windows were safer.

At least for now, Li Mo has not found any strange patterns related to windows in Yae Village.

"Hmm? There are... traces of study here." Li Mo picked up the homework book on the table, and suddenly there were some simple math problems.

But what was strange was that the exercise book was very wrinkled and all the traces of human activity on it were left by pencil.

There are eraser marks on the table and the floor.

But the eraser on the table was intact.

"Can the mysterious source of the castle tower replenish what's missing?"

"Erasers are consumables, but exercise books are not. If the castle tower really has existed for 50,000 years, then even the most durable erasers from previous civilizations would have worn out long ago."

"Does the strange source of the castle tower possess human consciousness? Or is it simply acting according to its habits in life?"

A common sense, though overturned several times, is still the criterion by which Li Mo examines most strange things:

The longer the pollution lasts, the shallower the consciousness of the living becomes.

A few hundred years can completely erase the consciousness of an ordinary person, let alone fifty thousand years. Even if he became weird while alive, he should have become a ghost who only acts according to the rules.

Pollution is irreversible, just like the law of entropy increase in the universe.

Li Mo looked through the things in the desk again and found a photo in addition to the textbook.

A photo that he had no impression of at all——

His selfie.

Colorful and brand new.

Different from the current haggard and lifeless look.

I look very young in the photo, wearing a school uniform, and the only thing I can see on the school badge is the style of a certain middle school.

The sleeves were wrapped around her waist, the coat was tied around her waist like a scarf, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, looking very sunny.

The photo still retains a strong sense of weirdness, and it is very chilling to hold in the hand.

It had obviously been regularly repaired.

"Is this what Yaesuka calls special? Before this world's civilization, there was me, an ordinary student."

Li Mo tried to find more clues in this photo, but unfortunately he didn't find any.

The mysterious source of the castle tower seemed to know him and had a close relationship with him, otherwise he would not have kept a photo of him until today, 50,000 years later.

Li Mo took the photo and turned to walk towards the third floor.

The third floor houses a vast collection of books, most of them for pre-civilization middle school students, ranging from novels to classics. There are a large number of them, all meant for leisure.

Every page contains the impressions and thoughts written down after browsing.

This means that for the past 50,000 years, the mysterious source of the castle tower has been reading these books and because he was too bored being trapped here, he had the habit of taking notes to pass the time.

This made Li Mo even more suspicious that the strange source of the castle tower really had a complete living consciousness.

But how did the other party do it? It shouldn't be possible.

You have to know that this is not five years or fifty years, but a full fifty thousand years.

When he was confused, Li Mo found an inconspicuous white notebook. He found it only because it was placed in the center of the table, and there was a signature pen with the lid not closed next to it.

The nature of what is written with a signature pen on the third floor is different from that written with a pencil on the second floor.

The pencil writing on the second floor can be erased, again and again, and the repetition is more like an experience.

What was written with a signature pen could not be altered, at least in this era. Unless the strange source possessed relevant abilities, but based on all the information currently available, the Seed of Sorrow did not possess such abilities.

"Would you like to pick it up and have a look?"

Li Mo was thinking about this problem.

The things written strangely might be a trap, like the diary pages left by Guiqi in the infirmary of St. Freya's College.

Or it could be the fairy tale book on the fourth floor of the haunted house, or the ancient ruins in the cave that the pseudo-people deliberately show to the living.

Once a living person tries it out of curiosity, it will trigger the rules left by the ghost.

However, high risk also means high reward. In most cases, there are indeed some important keys that are related to the corresponding strange truth.

"Now is the best opportunity. Guiqi has become the biggest variable, helping me attract most of the attention. If I don't dare to try at this stage, then I will never be able to bear the cost of seeing the content."

Li Mo made up his mind, took out the strange pistol, and quickly opened the white notebook.

When I saw the first page, my tense nerves suddenly relaxed, replaced by full of doubts and confusion.

"The moonlight shone upon his sculpted face. His straight nose appeared even more sturdy in the light, revealing a chilling coldness. His dark eyes were like two bottomless pools, and from time to time, his pupils emitted elusive black shadows, leaving a mysterious and unpredictable impression. His thin lips were outlined in a cold arc, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sneer. "Tonight...stay with me."

"My sister lowered her head, her pretty face flushed, her beauty dripping with voluptuousness. Her high heels pattered back and forth, making an uneasy "hmmmm" sound. As if she had made up her mind, she suddenly looked up and met my brother's gaze, her cherry-pink lips moving towards him. At this moment, all etiquette was thrown to the wind, and my sister bravely reached out () and forcefully pried () open..."

"..."

"..."

"Snapped!"

Li Mo closed the white notebook and came to a conclusion.

The author is a young girl who has been deeply poisoned by the art of cool writing, but in this castle tower that no one has ever entered, the only one who can write something like this is...

Living people, and people who have experienced modern civilization.

Li Mo had a vague idea of a candidate in his mind.

"Even for me, it's hard to imagine that the source of the castle tower's strangeness could be the culprit who plundered the lives of living people and turned them into monsters."

This shock is no different from what happens in real life when a 300-pound tank calls out the word "husband" in a delicate voice.

Fortunately... he is now terrifyingly calm.

Not having the time to deal with these meaningless things, Li Mo took the white notebook in his hand and walked towards the top floor.

The top floor of the castle tower is the fourth floor, and as expected, the source of the weirdness is there.

"I don't know what's going on with Guiqi, we have to hurry."

Just as Li Mo was about to leave the third floor, the ground shook violently.

But Li Mo knew very well that this was not an earthquake, but the division of space.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, forcing Li Mo to immediately go to the third-floor window to check the situation outside.

The pitch-black sky resembled shattered glass, with cracks visible to the naked eye scattered across it with an incredible density. From these numerous cracks, a dark red liquid flowed towards Yae Village, like a light rain.

This phenomenon spread rapidly, extending to the horizon.

"Drag the opponent into your own imaginary space, but because Yae Village is similar to a sealed tomb, if you want to leave, if you don't find the necessary rules to leave, you can only use strange abilities to forcibly break it."

"Guiqi is able to do this because she is too polluted. In her polluted imaginary space, her ability to control time will be greatly enhanced. I wonder how long Guiyi can last."

"Perhaps, I should take advantage of this time to finish the rest of the things as soon as possible."

Li Mo quickly assessed the situation and at the same time, looked at his clean and white left hand.

In fact, from the beginning, Li Mo did not dare to guarantee that he could take Xiao Qiandai away. He only verbally promised that if there was a chance, he could take her away.

However, because of the incident at the castle tower, he will fulfill the prophecy in the notebook and become a sacrifice in the ceremony.

It is unknown whether she will live or die, so the promise made to Chiyo's grandmother to take little Chiyo out of Yae Village naturally cannot be fulfilled.

Li Mo looked in the direction of Chiyo's house, although he could not see anything.

Reach out and pollution piles up quickly.

After a brief pause, a "Li Mo" was born with a complete appearance but very little strange aura.

His left hand was missing and his expression was dull and lifeless.

The eyes are hollow, with no pupils, only white.

Using "usurpation", he created a living puppet that looked like him. However, this puppet had no thoughts or abilities to act, and was just a soulless shell. Its essence was—

derivative.

Li Mo bit the finger of his left hand and the blood dripped into his eyes.

"I will give you three laws. These laws will create a broken soul for you and will be deeply imprinted in the source of your soul, becoming the sole instructions for your actions."

"Rule number one: Go to Chiyo's house immediately and take Chiyo and her only family away from Yae Village."

Li Mo's face became paler and paler, and the turbid glass crystals became darker, without a trace of luster.

Guiqi forcibly broke the closed rules of Yae Village, but this was only temporary. Tonight might be the only chance for all outsiders to leave Yae Village.

"Rule number two: You are not allowed to enter the courtyard. You are only allowed to stare at them from a distance outside the courtyard until they come to you."

Li Mo's left hand kept shaking, and a foul smell emanated from the beautiful white left hand.

His body had begun to decay, his body had long since fallen apart, and his consciousness was like a small sailboat tottering on the waves.

Every time Li Mo added a rule, a piece of wood would be broken from the sailboat.

And the storm never subsides.

"Third Rule: After completing this rule, find a deserted place and immediately destroy yourself."

After the words fell in a deep voice, Li Mo withdrew his left hand and leaned against the wall with his body hunched.

This was the limit of what he could do. Any more... he was powerless.