Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

The pseudo-humans have absolute control over information and can go anywhere without being noticed and kill anyone who threatens them.

In addition, the most crucial point is... the pseudo-human cannot die.

As long as this point exists, mankind will never be able to achieve victory. Even if it wins, it will be a victory of despair.

"Yes~" the white-haired woman smiled.

The next second, Beichen also smiled, as bright as a flower, sweeping away the previous gloom.

"Unfortunately, you cannot peek into my memories, because I am not one of you in the future."

"You've been searching so hard for what's in my mind, even going so far as to invade the memories of high-ranking UN officials. Only the two of us know the plan to contain the pseudo-human."

"And you, even if you are the only pseudo-human with your own will, cannot hinder it."

The white-haired woman was stunned and spread her hands: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"If that's true, why did you watch those soldiers become what you feared?"

"Furthermore, from a human perspective, you've already exhausted everything dealing with the Houkai. Where would you find the energy to deal with us? Your plan is nothing more than intimidation."

Beichen lifted Chizome Ying up and gave her an ultimatum: "That's because you don't know her, the leader of mankind, well enough."

"Even after knowing all your patterns and abilities, she still had the confidence to say that she would almost exterminate you. She would definitely be able to do it."

The white-haired woman scoffed, "Mei? Just an ordinary person? Oh... I've seen it in your memories. In the minds of you people, she's omnipotent."

"How wonderful! The hope of mankind, the spark of civilization, the glory of salvation..."

Chapter 37 Beichen Wangchuan Shou Meiyi (4k5)

"How long will you continue to deceive yourselves?"

"Or should I let everyone know?"

"Heroes, faith, hope, the future... all the beautiful things that humans believe in are just a cover-up, a lie to whitewash the misery of life."

"The doctor you respect, her decision will cause countless deaths..."

The frail white-haired woman wanted to say something, but all she could see was the blood-red flash of a knife, and faint cries filled her mind.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious ghost face climbed up the waist.

In just a moment, she pulled out of her true body and got rid of this body.

"Are you finished?"

"What are you afraid of? If the future were truly as hopeless as the memories you glimpsed, you wouldn't be so hypocritical as to say these words to me. Or... have you seen fragments of the future that are unfavorable to you, and are trying to persuade me to eliminate the source of your fear?"

The Akazume Sakura returned to the scabbard, and the scarlet color had not diminished at all.

The white-haired woman in front of him dissolved in blood, and the strange aura quickly disappeared.

Beichen's gaze fell on the demon sword which was still in a hungry state, and as expected, the sword missed.

The other party's real body is not here, or in other words, not in this time and space.

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Beichen carefully thought about the hidden meaning of the other party's words just now.

As she said, this era is already riddled with problems, and there is almost no way to remedy it.

The test of collapse is enough to attract the attention of all mankind. Who cares... whether the people around you are your familiar relatives and friends.

He did have a way to kill that white-haired fake man, but so what? Besides the fake man, there were other demons. It was meaningless to treat the symptoms without addressing the root cause.

The ceremony has not yet begun, and there is no way to stop the spread of weirdness.

What's more, the host will have to pay a very heavy price to let the demon sword swallow the fake person.

Beichen sighed, turned around and went to the bathroom to get a mop, ready to wash away the filth on the floor.

For Li Mo now, it's too early to get involved in these things. He's already very tired...

Just as Beichen was diligently cleaning the bloodstains on the ground, a pair of soft hands hugged her from behind. She felt the surge of waves on her back and her ears were gently bitten by pearly teeth.

It doesn't look like a bite, but more like the anteater stretching out its long pink tongue and slowly licking the prey.

A tingling electric current swept through her body. Instinctively, Beichen tried to draw her sword, but reason made her calm down.

Because the one who suddenly hugged her was not a ghost, but an old friend.

"You seem to be in trouble, do you need my help?"

Irene's voice was gentle, and her right hand couldn't help but touch Beichen's neck, like a viper, but not so violent. Softly and tenderly, it spread from his neck to his face.

Beichen remained expressionless until Irene became more and more rampant and reached out to the hole where the stream was flowing out. He immediately grabbed her wrist to prevent the next inappropriate scene from happening.

"No need. I just lost some of my memory. I'm not a fool."

"Since everything can be repeated, then the future Li Mo must have succeeded and achieved what he wanted to do."

Beichen said calmly, turned around to face Irene, then quickly retreated to keep some distance.

"Who knows~" Irene smiled, extending her index finger to lift Beichen's chin, "We can't deny that a victory of despair is still a victory, right?"

Beichen narrowed his purple eyes slightly: "So, is the ending hopeless?"

Irene shook her head. "If we were desperate, we wouldn't be standing here chatting about 'last time' and 'next time'. Let's end this topic here. You know very well that I have been adjusting the direction of 'this time'."

Beichen turned his head and groaned, "That's why I hate talking to riddlers like you."

“Actions speak louder than words.”

Irene's fingers touched the demon sword, and suddenly, the scarlet color quickly faded and turned into bright cherry pink.

Beichen looked at the red-dyed cherry in his hand. Under the suppression of the dark blue netherworld fire, the hungry demon sword finally calmed down and fell into a state of silence.

"Aren't you also the Riddler? Or do you dare to tell him that he is actually dead? You were his lover from a long, long time ago, but he is no longer him?"

Irene spoke in a difficult manner, walked past Beichen, and came to Li Mo's room with ease. Everything seemed to be natural and there was nothing out of place.

"There was nothing special in his room. It was the same as 'last time.'"

Beichen followed with sword in hand.

Irene smiled and said, "You still haven't answered my question, Beichen Meiyi."

"When I was bored, I found a name that suits you better. What do you think of the name Wangchuanshou? Doesn't it match what you are doing now?"

Beichen closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's pointless. Besides, I can't protect him for much longer. The situation is pressing. I'm afraid I'll die in the next few supernatural events."

Irene asked, "Where's that woman?"

Beichen answered truthfully, "I didn't tell Mei, but she had some guesses. She just lacked evidence. It's perfectly normal. Someone as intelligent as her couldn't possibly guess our true origins. It's just that the idea was so absurd that it was out of the question."

Beichen recalled her past memories. She answered questions about ghosts fluently. Perhaps it was at that time that Mei became suspicious.

"It's so cute, did you buy it?" Irene picked up the doll on the bed and rubbed it lovingly.

Beichen had no expression and silently took out his mobile phone to take pictures.

Irene had no scruples and let Beichen record her casual and innocent side.

They looked at each other in silence until dusk fell and the decadent golden light of the setting sun shone into the room. Only then did Irene stand up and prepare to leave.

A golden stream appeared in her eyes, like blood flowing and surging.

It was a time worth remembering.

It doesn’t matter, I will experience it again sooner or later.

"It's getting late, I have to go back."

Without warning, a mirror-like lake surface appeared under Irene's feet. The water surface did not reflect Irene's appearance, but instead projected the urban night scene of the modern steam age.

Beichen forgot a lot, but he remembered Irene's abilities clearly.

"Water in Shadow" can go to any time and space with coordinates, which is also the capital that allows her to travel through various universes without restraint.

Irene quipped, "Goodbye, Lethe Guardian."

Beichen: "My name is Beichen."

Irene: "Just kidding, then... this time it's really goodbye, Beichen Meiyi... enjoy this peaceful time."

Beichen: "Goodbye."

Irene's figure became blurred and her existence became illusory. When Beichen came to his senses, Irene in the room had already disappeared.

All that remains is the drying up lake and the final reflection.

"You are mine, I am yours, who..."

The moment Irene completely disappeared, the alarm rang...

"School is over in two hours. Let's get ready and go pick up Li Mo." Beichen re-examined the room and confirmed that there were no arms or organs left. Then he sat down in front of the dressing table and fixed his makeup again.

In fact, it doesn’t take long to walk from here to school.

The alarm went off early because she needed to spend a lot of time putting on her makeup, that's all.

There was no other reason, just because of Li Mo's immature words and blushing face when they first dated.

but……

He is dead.

He killed himself with his own hands.

Qianyu Primary School, Grade 5, Class 2.

The school bell rang. Unlike junior high and high schools, elementary school classrooms empty out quickly after school.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Twenty minutes later, there were only three people left in the classroom of Class 2, Grade 5. It happened to be Li Mo's duty today.

However, the task of cleaning did not fall on Li Mo. Li Mo sat in his seat with one hand on the table and the other hand against his face, smiling as he watched the girl in front of him help him clean the classroom.

When he arrived at school during the day, Li Mo found Ying and Ling and asked them not to leave after school and to stay and help him clean the classroom.

Then I will finish the homework assigned by the teacher today, which was agreed upon before.

Of course, he was not so heartless as to go even further. As compensation for helping to clean the classroom, Li Mo bought two exquisite small cakes at a dessert shop on the road.

Not expensive, but not cheap either.

At least ordinary people wouldn't casually spend fifty or sixty Far East coins on this thing.

I thought the other party would agree reluctantly, but after seeing the cupcakes, Ying and Ling were so happy that they gobbled them up.

Didn’t you have breakfast?

I don't know, how could a child living in a wealthy area go hungry...

Li Mo didn't ask too much about family matters. Anyway, this little money was nothing to him and Beichen. He would bring more delicious food for the two sisters in the future.

No, no, we can’t give it away for free. Everything has a price, so what should we receive?

What do these two sisters have that I need?

Li Mo touched his chin and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, the corner of his clothes was pulled with very little force.

"Write it. I've finished it." Ling timidly handed the homework book to Li Mo.

"Oh." Li Mo replied nonchalantly.

"and many more……"

"So fast? Right?"

With a skeptical attitude, Li Mo carefully checked the correctness of the homework.

He was criticized by the teacher several times because his homework was done in a mess.

“Emm… seems to be right?”

Just as Li Mo was hesitating, Ying returned the rag to its place and walked in front of the two of them.

A few crystal clear beads of sweat hung on her swan-like white neck, flashing in the light from the ceiling. Her cherry-pink hair stuck tightly to her cheeks, and her bangs were messy.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and his panting was eye-catching.

It is very rude to repeatedly look at women.