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The body was never found.

What does this mean?

This means that by the time they reacted, they had already disappeared silently.

Or maybe they were assimilated into ghosts and left here.

I hope it's the latter.

Mei prayed in her heart. In this situation, there was still a ghost with unknown killing patterns in the base, which was tantamount to a desperate situation for them.

"Ok?"

"This is?"

When Mei was looking for any clues left in the base, she found a paper man the size of a palm, lying alone in the corner, just illuminated by the light above.

Very simple, without eyes.

"Paper figurine? Is it a ghost? There's no information about it. Could it be a message left by a member of the Poison Pupa? If so, what does leaving a paper figurine imply?"

Mei looked at the paper figure in the corner curiously, but did not pick it up rashly.

Suddenly, Mei felt a chill on the back of her neck. When she reached out to touch it, she felt a pool of blood and a shallow wound on her neck.

He instinctively stood up and looked around.

"Did I trigger a pattern? Get close? Watch?"

The moment Mei turned around, the paper man in the corner suddenly moved and cut towards Mei's ankles with his paper hands as thin as cicada wings.

"Well!"

Mei felt a sharp pain and looked down to find that the paper man had come alive and was subconsciously stepping on the ground.

The paper man struggled desperately under his feet wrapped in black silk, but to no avail.

At the same time, Mei found another paper figure on top of her head and squeezed it tightly with her hands.

The paper man was like a weak cockroach, twisting and turning in Mei's palm, trying to break free.

"Doctor, what happened?!"

Upon hearing the noise, the members of "Poison Pupa" immediately ran out of the data room.

Mei shook her head. "Help me get some bandages and something to stop the bleeding and disinfect."

The "Poison Pupa" member did as he was told. After taking it, he stared at the two paper figures with Mei's hands and feet trapped, and asked in confusion, "Are they ghosts too?"

"Judging from the current situation, yes. However, they are the lowest level ghosts. Apart from the original laws within their bodies, they don't have any particularly deadly killing laws."

Mei didn't want to grab the paper man under his feet with his other hand. When he just lifted his foot, the paper man wanted to escape but was caught by Mei.

Two paper figures were placed on the table, pressed down by a heavy object. Their limbs kept shaking, but they were unable to escape the pressure of the heavy object.

"Is this the ghost that caused the people in the base to disappear?"

"No." Mei looked back and saw the blood flowing from his wound.

"They kill by inflicting wounds with their pitiful attack power, leaving traces in the process. Even I could easily subdue these two paper figures, let alone the assassin in the "Poison Pupa". You are simply more perceptive than me, and you will definitely not be killed without warning."

Mei tried to throw a knife to the paper figure. The paper figure picked it up without hesitation and gestured towards Mei, as if realizing that the knife could cause substantial damage. Then, when Mei blinked, it immediately threw the knife.

Fortunately, the "Poison Pupa" members quickly grabbed the knife and prevented Mei from getting hurt.

They are intelligent, and quite clever, and they know how to launch sneak attacks. It's a shame they lack human consciousness, or we could get more information from them.

After all, such weak ghosts are rare.

Mei narrowed her eyes, gazing thoughtfully at the two paper figures, then pulled out a pen from her chest pocket and handed it to one of the figures.

He said to it, "If you want to use this to sneak attack me, feel free to try. I'm sure you know it won't kill me. But I think you have other ways to kill me. Why not write something on the table that might make me obsessed? Maybe I'll be tempted by the benefits and take the risk."

The paper figure froze for a moment, then clumsily wrote a line of words on the table with a pen:

"Paint my eyes with blood."

Mei asked in return, "Why would I paint eyes on you? What would I gain from that? From my perspective, painting eyes on you would be like helping you complete the rules and triggering unknown rules. The gains wouldn't outweigh the losses. Now that you're suppressed and pose no threat to me, why would I risk trying to gather more information about a ghost that can't kill me?"

"..."

The paper figures remained still for a while. The one holding the pen did not move, and the other paper figure was also surprisingly quiet, not as restless as before.

Mei adjusted her black-framed glasses, and a bold idea gradually emerged in her mind, but before that, she needed to obtain sufficient evidence to decide whether to say so.

Soon, the paper man picked up the pen and wrote something on the table again -

"Paint my eyes, and I'll kill you."

The first line of words was consistent with the ghost's pattern and was also what Mei expected.

The price of painting an eye that peeks at the world and symbolizes life on a non-existent dead object is obviously one life for another.

But then, the second paragraph written by the paper man made Mei open her eyes wide with an expression of disbelief.

"After killing you, the paper figurine will retain all of your memories and consciousness. We will use the consciousness of a living person to control the ghost's body."

The consciousness of a living person controlled the strange body. Mei was stunned. If a living person could really obtain strange characteristics and laws, then in a sense, it would be even more outrageous than immortality.

Even immortals are afraid of fatal injuries, but ghosts are different. Ghosts are immortal and can restart unconditionally even if they suffer a fatal blow.

Mei suddenly thought of someone——

A person who is already dead.

Beichen Wangchuan guards Meiyi.

She once used the consciousness of a living person to almost perfectly control the strange body, but what was the result?

Still can't escape the fate of death...

The reason is simple: no matter what method is used, pollution will gradually increase over time.

Over a long period of time, everything will be distorted and deteriorate. No matter how complete and solid its original appearance was, it cannot avoid the wear and tear of time.

Over time, pollution distorts existence itself.

Eternal existence... is impossible, and maintaining the integrity of personality and consciousness is even more of a pipe dream.

"You're trying to trick me into painting your eyes."

Mei looked at the paper figure calmly. The paper figure nodded weakly in response and then picked up the pen to write -

"I'm not lying."

"It doesn't really matter whether you're lying or not, because whether it's true or not, I won't even try. You know why? Because I don't need to."

"I have no intention of dying, let alone living forever. There is no one or anything in this world that I should cherish, no one or anything that makes me want to live."

"If you've studied economics, you should understand that only when there's demand can there be a market. Unfortunately, you're just a ghost. Even if you've gained some human intelligence, you still don't understand the true meaning of human behavior."

"It's a very good thing to be immortal like a ghost, and to be able to maintain a clear mind for a long time without being interfered with by the laws of other ghosts. But I still say: I don't need it."

Mei took the pen from the paper figurine, turned around and went into the data room to retrieve the hard drive. She then returned to the door and waited for half a minute.

"We've been here for too long. We can't wait any longer. They didn't arrive as agreed, and there's a high probability they've met with something bad. Any further delay will only get us killed. Let's get out of here."

Mei made a judgment, and there was no need for the Fire Moth to stay any longer.

In fact, this city and even this continent will soon become a dead place, and despair and fear will shroud the hearts of the survivors.

People will discover that something beyond their cognition appears on the street, in the darkness, and in their bodies...

It easily brings death in a deformed and strange way.

And they can't even fight back, they can only watch their relatives, friends and partners die in front of them, and they will be the next one.

I hope that old friend has a backup plan, otherwise... before civilization is destroyed by collapse and pseudo-humans, it will be buried in the hands of demons.

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Outside the Fire Moth, Li Mo stood by the wall, surrounded by countless human corpses.

"They just died not long ago, and their vitality hasn't completely disappeared yet. I absorbed their vitality."

Li Mo said to Ling.

Ling looked at the pile of corpses, her stomach churning. She asked reluctantly, "All of them?"

"All of them." Li Mo confirmed.

"Dong dong - dong dong -"

A strange drumming sound was heard nearby, and a vague ghostly figure floated in the air.

Li Mo threw Ling out, holding the magic sword and feeling the cold and gloomy aura approaching. He couldn't see the ghost's true body, but it didn't matter.

In the triple-death state, you no longer use your eyes to detect ghosts or people; your eyeballs are just auxiliary.

"One... two... five... ten..."

Li Mo closed his eyes and recited softly, the street lights above his heads shining on the two of them.

The bright figure immediately attracted the ghost's attention, and it attacked from inside the Fire Moth.

"Ka-"

Another strange cry had just been heard when Li Mo arrived in front of it and cut it in half.

The blood-red sword light engulfed the ghost's body and dragged it into the demon sword world.

In the world of demon swords, Sakura has to face a large wave of demon attacks.

In it, ghosts will die just like humans, and everything of the dead will be inherited by the living.

It's like a death arena where only the winner can survive.

"Do you want your sister to die in the demon sword?"

Looking back and seeing Ling still not moving, Li Mo spoke loudly in Ling's direction.

If Ling hadn't come to purify the pollution from Akazume Sakura, Sakura wouldn't have been able to maintain her living form for long.

"Never!"

Ling let her instincts take over. A massive cocoon emerged, enveloping her, and slowly floated into the air. Several thin threads descended from the sky, tugging at the Seed of Sorrow. The white web within stretched out its insect webs in all directions, clinging to the corpses scattered across the ground, greedily absorbing every last ounce of life.

His aged body gradually recovered, and his graying hair became smooth again, returning to his fluffy pink bob.

After her vitality was replenished, Ling immediately used it to offset the pollution suffered by the demon sword.

The blade's swollen eyeball stopped trembling violently.

In reality, Li Mo uses the red-dyed cherry blossoms to kill the demon, engulfing it in the demon sword world. Sakura engages the demon in a life-or-death battle within the demon sword. Ling absorbs the demon sword's life force to counteract its transfer of contamination.

The three reach a temporary imperfect balance.

The gloomy sky, the scarlet sword light, the hoarse wails and sobs.

The faint sound echoes in the ruined fire-chasing moth.

Killing did not waste Li Mo's time too much. In fact, with Chizome Sakura, most of the ghosts were not a threat to him unless he paid a price.

"Found it, the target we were going to meet."

After dealing with the ghosts outside, Li Mo walked to Ling's side.

Ling didn't answer, but just knelt on the ground, supporting herself with one hand and covering her mouth with the other, retching from time to time.

"Brother, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. Can I rest for a while?"

"No time to rest. I don't mind you vomiting on me."

Li Mo picked up Ling without hesitation, quickly entered the Fire-Chasing Moth, and ran towards the fleeting figure at an extremely fast speed.

Just now, his "vision" saw three living people standing under the light.

In a base somewhere underground, but when Li Mo saw it, Mei and the other two had already left.

Apparently, the base had what Mei needed, and outside were a few friends? Comrades? Or whatever? After getting what they wanted, they didn't leave immediately but waited anxiously for a while.

What Li Mo saw was the final scene of preparation for leaving and leaving, and he could only analyze what happened before based on the last fragment.

"Retain enough vitality and don't let your consciousness be contaminated. We'll keep a certain distance from each other later. I'll be in front, and you'll be behind. If anything abnormal happens to me, you must stop and keep a sufficient distance from me."