Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Beichen brought Ying and Ling to a buffet restaurant, paid the bill, and chose a less conspicuous seat to sit down.

Since it was not yet dinner time, there were few people in the restaurant and the dishes had just been served and were still very fresh.

However, Ying and Ling sat opposite Beichen motionless, as awkward as two little white rabbits that had been caught.

Beichen placed his hand on the table and tapped it lightly with his index finger.

When facing Ying and Ling, she obviously couldn't be as patient and gentle as she was with Li Mo.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his tone became heavy.

"I said, let you eat first, you don't have to pay for the expenses. From today on, wherever I go, you go there."

"Okay, okay! Sister, let's go choose the dishes." The moment Ling noticed that Beichen was angry, she immediately stood up and pulled Ying to serve the dishes.

While choosing dishes, Ling kept thinking about what Beichen had just said.

From today on, they will follow Sister Beichen wherever she goes.

Is this sentence saying... that my sister and I were adopted? Are there any formal legal means to do so?

No... the principal has to look at Sister Beichen's mood. Social rules are flexible.

The confirmation of the pseudo-person shows that there are indeed things in this world that are beyond everyone's cognition, and a mysterious person like Beichen's sister has a high social status, so forcibly taking the two children away is not a problem at all.

As she was thinking, Ling subconsciously raised her head and looked at Ying.

Ying couldn't help but smile, which surprised Ling. Could it be that her sister also understood this and didn't have to go back to live a hard life anymore?

Ying: "Hehehe... Ling, there are so many small cakes here, they look so delicious."

Ling: "..."

Well, she overestimated her sister's thinking. After all, her sister is only eleven years old and doesn't usually use the Internet. Her thinking is still very simple...

Back at the dining table, Beichen looked at the two of them.

There were all kinds of dishes in front of Ling and Ying, but there was nothing in front of Beichen.

Ling thought for a moment, but didn't pick up her knife and fork immediately. Instead, she asked, "Sister Beichen, don't you want to eat something?"

Beichen replied calmly: "I don't need to eat."

Ling: "Sister Beichen, do you mean to say that you've already eaten?"

Beichen: "No, I don't need to eat."

Chapter 44: The Day of Collapse

No need to eat? Ling's brain circuit was not able to turn around for a moment. Did she eat or did she not need to eat at all?

How can people not need to eat...

Or... Beichen and the fake person are actually the same existence... ?

Ling carefully raised her head and observed Beichen's expression and facial features, and finally came to a conclusion -

Perfect. Apart from those people in the media who used beauty filters and high-resolution photos, Ling had never seen such a face without a single flaw in real life.

Her skin was as flawless and white as the fish belly white that appeared in the sky at dawn, with clear contours, scarlet eye shadow and deep purple eyes, making her look like an imaginary character from a fairy tale.

Ling doesn't know whether the pretty girl is a bad person or not, but since she is so pretty, she shouldn't have any intentions towards them, right?

Well, this was obviously self-consolation. No matter what the reason was, Ling didn't think Beichen would adopt herself and her sister for no reason.

There is no good thing in the world without reason.

All the gifts given by fate have been secretly priced.

Ling had a hunch that the price might be much heavier than she had imagined.

"Are you full?" Beichen asked, and stood up without waiting for the two to answer. "If you're full, come with me. I'll take you to do something not very important."

Ling and Ying looked at each other.

Ying put her mouth close to Ling's ear and whispered, "Ling, what do you think Sister Beichen is going to take us to do?"

Ling glanced at Beichen, and after confirming that she wasn't looking in her direction, she replied softly, "I don't know, but judging from the direction we're heading, it seems like Sister Beichen is going to take us back to the house where we slept last night..."

"Ah? Doesn't that mean we have to meet the fake person again?"

"should be."

"Should we tell Sister Beichen that there are actually two fake people from urban legends? Will she believe us?"

"Uh... I think Sister Beichen should know. If she hadn't timed the lights on and off to remind me last night, we might have been killed."

"Huh? Then why is she still..."

Ying was puzzled. If she knew there was danger in the house, why did she go there? She didn't want to face those two strange-looking stepparents anymore.

But now, the two had no room to resist, and in order to survive, they could only obey.

It's like they were adopted by the couple who turned into pseudo-humans. In this modern society, as minors, they have no right to make any extra choices.

Soon, the three of them arrived downstairs of the house. Ying and Ling huddled behind Beichen. A tall iron gate blocked the road leading to the villa.

There is a combination lock next to the iron door.

"Do you know the password?" Beichen asked.

Ling shook her head and quickly replied, "I don't know."

The next second, a cherry-pink blade light burst forth, flashing before his eyes for a moment. Along with the sound of the blade light slicing through the air, the half-broken iron gate collapsed with a thud.

"Keep up." Beichen walked in front, with his right hand on Ying Chuixue at his waist.

Ling and Ying stared with wide eyes, looking at the iron gate that had turned into scattered pieces on the ground in disbelief.

"This... Ling, am I seeing things? The door was... chopped into pieces of glass by a knife?" Ying blinked repeatedly, and after confirming that the fragments of the iron door were on the ground, she asked her sister in disbelief.

Ling twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking that she had underestimated Beichen's fighting ability.

She had only seen this kind of scene in movies, where the protagonist swung his sword forward and the solid object in front of him shattered into pieces.

But just now, she clearly didn't even see the blade unsheathed. Or perhaps the blade had already been unsheathed, but the speed was too fast for the naked eye to capture, and only the residual blade light lingered vaguely in the air.

Suddenly, Beichen in front stopped at the door, turned around and stared at the two of them: "Follow."

Sakura and Ling, who were stunned, came to their senses and hurried to Beichen.

"Sister Beichen, there is..."

"I know. From now on, you don't have to do anything. Just watch carefully and learn. This may be your only chance to learn. I will never draw my sword against a ghost again."

After he finished speaking, Beichen held Ying Chuixue tightly in his right hand and placed his left hand on the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, the blade was unsheathed, and the blood-red blade light lingered around the scabbard like a python swallowing a bird, diffusing a strange and dilapidated atmosphere.

"Beichen...sister?"

Ling turned her head and saw that Beichen's hair color had turned from purple to white, and his pale hair was flying in a mess like a waterfall.

The scarlet eyeshadow began to twist, like a blade cutting into the eyeball, dyeing the entire pupil red, looking extremely weird.

Sakura Fubuki felt the presence of a strange aura, and the blade instantly turned bright red.

The mirror-like blade grew ferocious and hateful eyeballs, which scanned the surroundings. After lingering on Ling and Beichen for a moment, it finally stared at the smiling couple standing at the door.

"Welcome home. Are you a guest? Please come in first." The man greeted and made way.

"As you wish." Beichen responded, took a step forward, and half of his body entered the room.

"Sister Beichen, don't agree to it!" Ling reminded.

The next second, Beichen raised the magic sword above his head, his eyes cold, looking down at the fake couple whose faces had only one expression.

Gradually, the blood-red knife light condensed, and the pseudo-human couple finally showed horror on their faces.

Human cognition makes them understand that blades are fatal to humans. Being pierced in the heart or having the neck cut will result in death.

Although they will not disappear in the strict sense, the laws of nature require them to disguise themselves as humans and begin to retreat, stretching out their hands to try to stop the demon sword from falling.

“Boom!”

The sound of the blade cutting through the air was covered by thunder, and the male pseudo-human in front of him was split into two parts from top to bottom, and then electric currents ran throughout his body.

Its body began to swell, as if something was entering its body.

"Chuck... cluck..."

Various chewing sounds were heard in the entrance, clearly reaching Ying and Ling's ears.

The male pseudo-human fell to the ground motionless, his bloated body began to shrink, his skin shrivelled up, and his internal organs and blood seemed to have been eaten up by something, leaving only a shriveled human skin.

The eyeballs on the blade began to shake wildly, and Akazome Sakura felt satisfied, as well as dissatisfied after the satisfaction.

At the same time, Beichen's heart stopped beating, his blood-red pupils shrank into wheat spikes, and he stopped.

Looking down, I saw a faint blue rosemary flower appear on the red arm at some point, but it withered and faded after a few seconds.

Beichen knew that this was a reminder from Irene that she could no longer go on.

The soul maintained by the Dark Lamp is crumbling. If another ghost is killed, the pollution will exceed the level that the Dark Lamp can accommodate.

The Dark Lamp imprisons not only the soul, but also the strange pollution transferred from killing ghosts.

The pollution will not disappear, and the weirdness will never die.

The so-called killing of ghosts is nothing more than transferring the essence of the other party into a cage large enough to imprison them, making them silent.

The cage is her soul.

"There's one more, who's going to come?"

Beichen turned around and handed over the Chizome Sakura.

The strange and mysterious demon sword was revealed to the two of them without reservation.

When they saw the demon sword's terrifying eyes, both of them subconsciously took half a step back.

"The stories I've told you are true. This world is full of things beyond your comprehension. There are Honkai beasts that trample armies, corrupted warriors who kill without reason, Herrschers capable of destroying cities and even continents... and, among them, immortal demons who act according to strict laws. Among them are the pseudo-humans. No matter what method you use, you can't completely kill them. You can only flee and hide..."

Beichen spoke in a calm voice, simply narrating the tragic reality.

How could such a thing exist in this world? And why did such an absurd thing exist?

Ling bit her lip. Even she found it hard to accept this reality, and her sister would probably find it even more unbelievable.

But this is reality.

"This blade can cut down anything, including demons, but the price is that you will become a demon of the same kind. In other words... if you kill a demon with this blade, your 'end' will be to become its kind, a demon without emotion, acting only according to rules. There are no exceptions. It's just a matter of time."

"Now, one of you must stand up and hold this knife, otherwise, only death will be waiting for you."

Beichen's voice was flat. The eyeballs on the red-stained cherry sword were fixed on Ling, whose body was trembling slightly. They were attracted by the strange aura.

"Can we... refuse?" Ling asked tentatively, "I'm very grateful to Sister Beichen for helping us last night. If it weren't for you, Ling and Sister would probably have disappeared long ago. But we are still young, and this kind of thing is too difficult for us..."

Even if there is only a one percent chance, Ling does not want to come into contact with the weirdness again. She is not afraid of facing the weirdness, but she is afraid of returning home one day.

Her sister Ying was smiling the whole time, but her expression was stiff. When she was sleeping at night, she stood at the head of the bed and looked at her strangely.

"I forgot to tell you that after a pseudo-human dies, it will be randomly reborn into the body of someone who has agreed to their request. You're lucky. I killed a pseudo-human, and it wasn't reborn into one of you two. But it will be soon. This pseudo-human has only been around for a short time, and not many people have agreed to its request. When the next host dies, perhaps it will be your turn."

"If you wish to escape the fate of being born, you must accept this knife. It will prevent you from becoming anything else until the day you pay the price."

"Die now or die in the future. It's your choice."

The scene froze. The female pseudo-person behind them stopped pretending and said loudly to the three people, "Can you please continue to live?"

Suddenly, a feeling of disobedience emerged in my mind.

The request was approved. The female pseudo-human smiled and took the initiative to walk in front of Beichen, as if to provoke him, wanting him to end her life with a knife.

Beichen ignored it, perhaps because it didn't understand the rules of the demon sword.

The demon sword's host will be killed, not replaced.

Sakura: "But, there's only one knife."

Beichen: "So, in reality, you only need what you need. Your sister is different from you, she will not be replaced, but you will. If you want to survive, you have no choice."

cherry:"……"

Time passed minute by minute, and the midday sun was particularly dazzling, shining through the crack in the door and onto several people.