Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

In a moment, the mutilated body healed quickly.

Without pausing, Li Mo picked up the red-stained cherry blossom, stepped forward instantly, grabbed the rotten ghost hand with his left hand, and inserted the demon sword with his right hand.

The demon sword's eyeballs became increasingly scarlet, even more red than before, as if it had found its true master. Its eyeballs trembled violently, and the blade emitted a faint buzzing sound, celebrating, cheering, and going crazy.

"……I see."

"I used my own blood to water the withered peach forest to resist the invasion of the night ghosts in Yae Village."

"But I heard a strange cry for help in the Blood Peach Forest. There was no strange aura, no spatial location, and even no sense of existence."

"Because that's my memory. There's no cry for help in the future reality."

Li Mo turned his head and glanced coldly at Ling who was wrapped in the cocoon. Her cut chest was gradually healing, which meant that she had now become a seed of sorrow. It was just that because she absorbed too little vitality, her recovery ability was not obvious enough.

The insect net extended in all directions at an extremely slow speed.

The ghosts touched by the insect net did not lose their rhythm, but the human carriers that the ghosts parasitized would cough lightly and become thin, their blood would dry up, and their organs would atrophy. The little vitality they had was transferred to Ling's body through the insect net.

Even I, who was not touched by the insect net, felt my vitality slipping away, and it wouldn't be long before I was forced into the Four Deaths state.

The vitality is absorbed indiscriminately, and it is still in the initial stage. Once the rules are completed, the vitality of the entire world may not last long.

It is hard to imagine that the city that was full of laughter and bustling with people in the last second, was reduced to a dead city with only tens of millions of corpses lying everywhere in the next second.

This is the true law of the seeds of lamentation.

The seeds of lamentation are the lamentation of ghosts and the tragedy of mankind.

But it doesn't matter. After Ling wakes up, the characteristics of the Seed of Sorrow will become more friendly.

Now, what he has to do is very simple.

Li Mo held the magic sword horizontally in front of him and cut his palm.

Dark red blood stained the blade, and the eyeballs were covered in an extreme scarlet.

He took another quick step, walked behind a ghost and split it in half from top to bottom.

The magic sword's law was triggered, and the cut ghost was swallowed up in an instant.

"Reckless and reckless, this is the first time I've handled a supernatural incident so easily." Li Mo whispered calmly.

Compared to my ignorant and recently deceased self, my current self obviously understands the strange patterns of Akazome Sakura better.

Having inherited all the memories of the previous civilization, one can use the magic sword without any scruples.

Because... the law of the demon sword is to make the host bear the contamination of the thing it kills.

But he's not the host now; Ying is. Beichen had Ying pick up the Chizome Sakura, not only to make her immune to the birth of a pseudo-human through the Chizome Sakura's laws, but also to create a host that could temporarily offset the Chizome Sakura's contamination.

In Akazome Sakura's world, Sakura is probably gradually being polluted and then being assimilated into a ghost bit by bit.

Only when Sakura completely degenerates into a demon will the demon sword transfer the excess pollution to itself.

At that time, no matter how many times you restart, it will be useless, unless you don't use the demon sword after the restart. But this is obviously impossible.

You only use the magic sword when you are desperate. If you can pass the level without using the magic sword, there is naturally no way to restart.

While thinking, Li Mo took the red-dyed cherry and swung it casually in the air a few times. The extremely transparent rotten corpse was ripped open and disappeared into nothingness.

This time it was no longer Chi Ranying who led Li Mo, but Li Mo who led Chi Ranying.

The triple death state allowed Li Mo's fighting instinct to reach a level that a living person could not reach.

Any weak breath flow can be clearly sensed and countermeasures can be taken in time, and there will never be any mistakes. It is like a code that is always valid. As long as there is no external interference, it will remain consistent.

With the deterrence of the demon sword, the ghosts in this world are no longer a threat. Li Mo turns his attention to the sleeping Ling.

He took the initiative to step forward and drip his blood into her chest.

The wound healed a little faster, but only a little.

In the triple death state, his vitality is not completely gone, but it can be said to be better than nothing.

"Use your life force to counteract the pollution, thereby allowing you to use the red-dyed cherry blossoms without limit."

"But... what exactly is the ritual? Blindly killing people won't solve the strangeness. On the contrary, it might cause Akazome Sakura to overload and transfer the contamination to me."

Li Mo pondered the ceremony. The sacrificial ceremony fifty thousand years later was fake. It was just a means for him to return to the past, not an obsession with the weird origin of this world.

"Karen Kaslana, the source of the pseudo-human, the ritual is unknown."

"Ling, Seed of Sorrow, the ritual is unknown."

"..."

"I suddenly thought of a good way to deal with it. As long as the result is consistent, the process is not important." Li Mo turned around and took a look at the devastated Changkong City. Perhaps everyone who came here didn't notice it because of fear and cognitive pollution, but Li Mo would not forget the most important point -

time.

This Changkong City is the Changkong City five hundred years from now. As for why Li Mo could clearly understand that it was five hundred years from now...

The eerie atmosphere surrounding the city cannot be deceived.

The ghost bus and the strange platform, along with the strange appearances all over the city, indicate that civilization is dead, the world is polluted, and there are no more living people.

"It's unrealistic to leave here by brute force. Only by finding the ghost bus can we go back to the past."

Going back to the past, he used the laws of the Seed of Sorrow and the laws of Akazome Sakura to cancel each other out and kill unlimited demons until all the demons were eliminated.

Li Mo carried Ling on his back and walked along three consecutive abandoned platforms according to the rules of getting on the train in real life, and finally stopped at the last platform.

As soon as I sat down, the chair collapsed and broke into pieces of sawdust.

The bus stops in Changkong City did not have the sense of the times. At that time, the Far East government was in financial distress and had no time to take care of the maintenance of the bus stops.

You can stand while waiting for the bus.

Li Mo stood up from the ground, looking straight ahead with a gloomy expression, and occasionally used the red-stained cherry to chop off a few ghosts.

The concept of time was very vague, and Li Mo had no idea how long he had been waiting.

Until the dim yellow light shone on me again and the sound of car horns rang in my ears.

A tattered bus slowly approached. The passengers on the bus were still eerie, floating on the roof, staring at him with strange expressions.

Li Mo got into the car with a knife in hand without saying a word.

Without any unnecessary movements, half a minute later, only Li Mo and Ling were left in the car, sitting in the last row, and the driver who was in charge of driving but had no murderous habits.

Rather than triggering the rules and then counterattacking, Li Mo would rather nip the hidden danger in the bud.

The ghost bus was moving slowly. When it passed the platform, Li Mo turned his head and looked out the window. It was still desolate and dead silent, without any sign of life.

Li Mo's intuition told him that even if he pressed the button now, he would still not be able to return after getting off the car and would still remain in this time and space.

Li Mo glanced at Ling who was still unconscious. Her body had recovered as before, but she was still not conscious.

Li Mo placed his left hand on her forehead.

"Usurpation." Li Mo whispered softly, and a basin filled with cold water appeared and poured from top to bottom.

Ling, who was enlightened by the cold water, opened her eyes instantly, sat up straight, and her chest heaved violently.

"I... am not dead? Huh? Brother, why are you..."

After waking up, Ling saw herself sitting on Li Mo's lap. She couldn't help but show a surprised expression and immediately looked around.

"Ghost bus? I'm not..."

"Well!"

Ling pressed her temples with her hands. She had just regained consciousness and had not had time to organize her thoughts when she realized that she had spoken on the ghost bus and immediately shut up.

"I have killed all the ghosts in the car, you can speak now." Li Mo said calmly.

At this time, Ling had not yet realized that Li Mo was abnormal. Her attention was always focused on the scenery outside the window, which was as desolate and dilapidated as before she fainted.

I looked back at the carriage and found that it was no different from an ordinary carriage, complete and well-equipped.

"Brother, we can't sit in the last row. Only in the second-to-last row can we see the true face of the ghost bus! And then when we get to the station that connects to reality, we can't press the button. We have to answer the driver before we can get off."

After saying that, Ling stood up and wanted to hold Li Mo's hand and walk towards the second to last row.

But the moment their hands touched, Ling subconsciously retracted her hands.

Cold...

Li Mo's hands were as stiff and cold as ice, without any warmth at all, like a corpse in rigor mortis.

"Brother, what's wrong with your hand..."

Ling turned her head to look, but was frightened by Li Mo's pale face in front of her.

Cloudy eyes, pale skin, corpse spots slightly exposed on the clothes, and a deathly expression.

"Brother...you..."

Li Mo did not answer, but stood up from his seat in the last row and walked towards the second to last row.

When passing by, Ling instinctively moved forward to make way.

Li Mo took a seat by the window. Seeing Ling didn't respond for a long time, he finally said, "Sit here."

Ling: "...Okay, okay."

Ling sat down next to Li Mo in a sullen manner. It was at this moment that she realized that the coldness in her limbs was not coming from the air conditioner above her head, but from the person next to her.

The ghost bus passed one strange station after another, and the two people didn't say a word during the whole journey.

For Li Mo, there is no need for explanation.

She could take it out and use it when Ling was needed. She had no reason to refuse. After all, purifying pollution was related to Ying's life.

But to Ling, Li Mo became extremely unfamiliar at this moment.

Ling could only hold the hem of her skirt tightly, fidgeting restlessly, and occasionally raising her peripheral vision to carefully observe Li Mo's appearance.

Fortunately, Li Mo didn't pay any attention to her at all, so even if she turned her head and stared at him, Li Mo was too lazy to pay attention.

The sad thing is that Li Mo didn't want to pay attention to her at all. Ling was sure that he must have noticed her little action, but he didn't react at all.

Is this really the Li Mo who bickers with me every day and is lively and cheerful in front of classmates and teachers?

Now he is... more indifferent than a ghost.

Ghosts will at least target the living, watching from the darkness...

Chapter 59 The Three Who Never Change

After waiting for a long time, the ghost bus finally arrived at the place where it connected with reality.

But Ling remembered that this platform was not the real platform before, that is to say, reality was gradually being polluted.

"elder brother……"

"Sakura is in this knife."

Before Ling could ask, Li Mo showed Chi Ran Ying in front of him, "You knew about this, but you never told me. Ying is not missing at all. She was trapped in this knife, enduring endless loneliness and strange torture."

"I'm sorry."

Ling lowered her head, her voice becoming smaller and smaller, and gradually, she lost the courage to look Li Mo in the eye.

"One day in reality corresponds to one year in the world of the demon sword. During the three years she was missing, she lived alone in that world for thousands of years. She could not die. The demon sword sustained her life, but the pain and hunger would not disappear."

"I told you, I dreamed of Sakura. I think it was due to some special reasons that led me to the world of demon swords."

"She is in great pain. Her will is constantly being eroded and polluted. Soon, her spirit will completely collapse, and she will become a corpse, lying in the ground somewhere without even a grave. As time passes, her body will decompose, leaving only bones, buried by the sands of time. This is her inevitable end, as there is no help at this moment."

Li Mo calmly recounted Ying's experience, without any lies mixed in his words.

Because it is not needed.

Just by stating the facts, Ling could sense Sakura's torment.

Humans are social creatures. A few years of being alone can cause irreversible changes in a person's personality, living habits, and ideology.

There is no entertainment in the world of Yaodao, only dead villages, silent forests, and a deserted world where only loneliness exists forever.

Anyone would suffer mental problems after a few months in this environment, but Ying had been there for thousands of years. The worst part was that she had completely lost her sense of time and no longer had a shred of hope.

The future is a lonely place that you can see the end of at a glance.

Li Mo believed that he could survive the triple death state. After all, he could no longer feel the fun of the world, his emotions were lost, and even his expectations and hopes disappeared.