Weird collapse, husband-chasing crematorium

Killing the one I love in my memory...

Li Mo clenched his fists, exposing the veins in his arms.

Can this weird thing follow the memory and kill the people in his memory?

He would not allow such a thing to happen, if it really came to that point.

Li Mo would rather let Wei Qi eat him alive than completely "kill" this memory-related Wei Qi.

After finishing the content on the first page, the second page was quickly turned as if he had finally escaped from the prison.

Losing the suppression of the first page, the content immediately emerges on the second page.

It was even more anxious than Li Mo.

Li Mo looked at the second page where the content appeared in a hurry, and felt startled, and a strong uneasiness surged into his heart.

The pattern on the second page is to protect him from survival, even if the method is sometimes extremely extreme.

Now the anxious behavior on the second page made Li Mo realize that he might have entered a desperate situation.

If you don't pay attention, you will die.

But that conflicts with the statement on the first page that he will die in three days.

……

Maybe there is no conflict, because I have restarted, and the judgment on the second page did not take my restart into consideration, I just hope that my life can continue to live.

And the first page is vaguely aware of the fact that it has restarted.

In other words... he is about to be in danger now, and will encounter a greater death situation in three days. As for the Ghost Festival in July... it is the Ghost Festival in China, when strange auras erupt, hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and madness surges Movement, countless patterns appear superimposed, and you may be killed by the pattern of death as soon as you take a breath.

Let's take a look at the prompts on the second page first. There is too little information, and Li Mo can't judge what the content on the first page means.

[After entering the hall, do not eat, do not look at Him, do not drink water, do not talk to the person eating...]

[After returning to the wing, do not stay for a long time, do not stay overnight, do not get injured, do not lean against the wall, and do not let ghosts enter the house...]

[At night, do not be told to turn back, do not stand under a tree, do not light a lamp...]

[My name is Li Mo. I must remember all the information above. Once any of them are triggered... I will die, regardless of strength...]

Li Mo's eyes turned cold and his expression became serious.

It has nothing to do with strength, which means that the second page of the notebook is all about weird rules that trigger death.

But is this too much?

Is it all a fatal law?What happened on Taixu Mountain?

Li Mo felt even more uneasy. If the notebook hadn't reminded him, he might have missed something in his busy schedule.

What should Hua do without a laptop?

Li Mo could only pray that the law of mortality would not affect his consciousness, so that Hua might still survive.

For example, the strange law of death after opening the door is not a threat to Hua who has Yu Duchen. He can survive by storing his consciousness in Yu Duchen.

Will you die if you look at Him?Who is He?The Seven Disciples of Taixu?

No, if it was the Seven Taixu Disciples, then Changle and the others would have died long ago.

The Seven Disciples of Taixu are more like weird derivatives. Looking at them will only trigger incomplete weird laws. They will not cause death directly, but they will fall into an illusion.

Just like now, everyone thinks that Taixu Mountain is a paradise on earth, a fairyland on earth.

At this time, everyone was still immersed in the excitement of climbing to the top and seeing the fairyland and idols, completely forgetting Li Mo's reminder.

Or maybe they thought Li Mo was just bluffing and warning them not to go up the mountain in order to monopolize the benefits.

After all, the world is also a world of people and interests.

Changle turned his head several times, his eyes slowly revealing confusion and confusion.

Mingyue's confident performance and decisive actions on Tongtian Road are not like the reserved and restrained person he is now. What is he... worried about?

Changle remembered that Mingyue once said that the real danger is in the mountains, but so far, there is no danger in the mountains?

Whether it is the beautiful and beautiful scenery or the friendly seven disciples of Taixu, they are all perfect.

If the seven disciples of Taixu wanted to kill them, it would be enough for one person to take action. Do they still need to deal with them?

Therefore, Changle concluded that Taixu's seven disciples had no intention of harming them. The only strange thing was that they brutally killed the little deer.

The little deer was strange to say. As soon as it came up, it looked pitifully at the bright moon, pursed its lips, and made some obscure sounds.

Little deer...Mingyue...

The look in Mingyue's eyes when she saw the deer's limbs being cut off and dragging the body was very familiar.

Changle tried her best to recall that she seemed to have seen it before.

……

In the sky prison, there was an innocent scapegoat who will be executed at noon tomorrow.

Yes, this is the look of an angry man.

When the emperor was angry, blood flowed for thousands of miles.

An ordinary man is far inferior to the emperor, but...when an ordinary man is angry, his blood will be splashed five steps forward!

Is he planning to kill someone?Who to kill?The Seven Disciples of Taixu?

For a deer?Or for some other reason?

Chang Le pursed his lips, mustered up the courage to walk up to Su Mei and asked politely: "Um, senior, how should we deal with this deer?"

The corner of Su Mei's mouth raised slightly, and she smiled warmly and said, "I'll make roasted venison for you."

"Uh...Senior, my family believes in compassion. Eating meat is not allowed and will be punished by God."

"Oh? I see, it's okay, we won't force you, but what about the others?"

Su Mei looked at the others. It didn't matter whether Changle and others ate meat. Even if they didn't eat this time, there would be another time. Even if they didn't eat, there would be more fun things waiting for them.

Although the guards in black didn't know why Changle wanted to codify Zi's empty compassion, they only had to do one thing, and that was to unconditionally obey Changle's orders.

The four guards in black nodded, and together with Chang Le, they already accounted for most of the number.

Su Mei was a little embarrassed and murmured intriguingly: "That's it...it seems like I can't finish it after I make it. Okay, I'll save it for future guests."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and Ma Feima came towards him and dragged the deer away.

It left a blood-red trace on the ground.

Changle: "In the future? Have you had any guests before?"

Su Mei: "Haha, that's natural."

Changle: "Senior, is it true that those who reach the top receive favors from immortals?"

Su Mei: "It is true, don't worry, you...are all indispensable."

Changle: "Thank you, senior, for clearing up the confusion. Changle has one more question to ask."

Su Mei: "Say it, don't be too formal."

Changle: "When can we meet the immortal?"

Su Mei: "In three days, we will take care of you in these three days. You don't need to do anything. You just need to live a normal life and stay on Taixu Mountain for three days. At that time, we will take you to where the master is. The Taoist temple will allow you to 'get what you want'."

Out of etiquette, Changle bowed and thanked him: "Thank you, senior."

But she glanced out of the corner of her eye and found that Su Mei didn't look at her at all, not just Su Mei.

Almost all the seven disciples of Taixu turned their attention to Li Mo, who was at the back of the crowd.

Perhaps the warriors and the guards in black didn't notice it, but Changle had grown up in this intrigue and deceitful environment since he was a child, and his understanding of eyes was far beyond ordinary people's.

This is the way you look at "food".

Everyone followed Su Mei to their respective rooms. The rooms were several meters apart, so it was difficult to contact them immediately.

After settling their luggage, Su Mei led everyone to the hall. In the middle of the hall was a huge round table with dozens of seats surrounding it, as if the original intention of making it was to allow more people to attend the banquet.

The table is filled with a variety of dishes, and as you look around, the delicious food exudes an alluring aroma.

There is especially a lot of meat...

The table is almost entirely filled with meat, and there are very few fruits and vegetables.

The meat is plump and huge. To the naked eye, it is the best of the best, and the condiments are mouth-watering.

Chang Le and others took their seats one after another, but Li Mo stood at the door, staring blankly at the fish in the center of the dining table.

"Master, do you think we did not entertain you well?"

Su Mei's smile was bright and kind, but it was in the eyes of everyone.

Li Mo only glanced at the lower half of her face. There were no teeth in her mouth. Her charcoal-black hands were crawling with white maggots, squirming bit by bit at the exposed rotten flesh in the wound.

"what is that."

Li Mo slowly raised his head and pointed at the fish in the center of the dining table.

Su Mei replied with a smile: "That's stingray sashimi, senior sister's specialty..."

"..."

Li Mo looked over and saw a charred ray cut into pieces. Whose companion Honkaimon was that?

He couldn't remember. Li Mo only remembered whose Mo Dharma-level companion Honkaimon was the manta ray.

Beautiful, bright, gorgeous and dazzling.

All the beautiful words in the world can be applied to it and its owner.

But at this moment, they were eaten by the hungry warriors. They had not eaten meat these days, and all they ate were hard-to-swallow dry food.

Now that I see such fresh and plump fish, I can't wait to eat it all without leaving a piece.

In addition to the ray meat, Li Mo also saw the obscene hands in Su Mei's mouth, which were displayed on the dining table and held by a warrior to greedily eat, chew, and swallow...

The black hand rotted with maggots, and the warrior enjoyed it very much, his face full of intoxication.

In his imperceptible sight, Li Mo noticed that the warrior's face was gradually distorted, the human hair on his body was gradually deformed, and the eyes on both sides of the nose were getting closer and closer, and finally they were squeezed to one side of the face and placed crookedly above the mouth.

The arm was rotten to the naked eye, and the maggots that had been eaten crawled out of the wounds on the arm, squirming slowly.

After a while, their entire arms were covered with maggots, but they didn't even know it.

"Hahaha! It's so delicious. It's a pity that Young Hero Changle can't enjoy it. Seriously, Young Hero Changle come and eat it too! We won't tell anyone. We've been traveling for half a month, so we should understand ourselves. Why don't we eat meat? Okay?" The warrior said, stood up, took Chang Le's hand, and pulled it to the corpse on the dining table.

In the eyes of everyone, the warrior's face was red and his smile was bright.

But in Li Mo's eyes, most of the warrior's head had rotted away, his brains were hanging down his back, and his whole hand was covered with dense, disgusting squirming maggots.

A dry, pitch-black mutilated limb stuck out forcefully from the mouth, with the dregs of intestines and organs still wrapped around its fingers.

Chang Le couldn't see it, and just when she opened her mouth to refuse, Li Mo behind her suddenly hugged her.

Li Mo hugged Chang Le's waist with one hand and pulled him forcefully into his arms, and covered Chang Le's mouth with the other hand.

Faced with Li Mo's sudden rude behavior, Chang Le's face suddenly turned red, and he stamped his feet anxiously, stepping on Li Mo's feet hard.

But Li Mo remained motionless, his eyes terrifyingly cold.

"Don't move if you don't want to die." Li Mo whispered in Chang Le's ear.

Seeing this scene, Changle seemed to realize something. Her identity should not be exposed. Mingyue must have noticed something by doing this.

So he gritted his teeth, cooperated, and signaled the guards in black not to act rashly.

"Brother Mingyue turns out to be as good as Long Yang, hahaha! Young Hero Changle doesn't seem to hate Brother Mingyue? Don't worry, no outsiders will know about what happened today."

"We can swear on our own names that we will not leak this matter."

"But then again, Brother Mingyue has really good vision. Young Hero Changle has thin skin and tender flesh. He doesn't look like a warrior who has been tempered for thousands of years, but more like a little girl who is still young, hahaha!"

The two warriors smelled of alcohol, and they seemed to be emboldened by their drunkenness, daring to say things they would not normally dare to say.

Li Mo's expression became more solemn, and the warrior had already begun to talk nonsense...

The wine of ancient China is not as easy to get drunk as modern industrial wine. Most of the wine in ancient China has an alcohol content that is estimated to be as high as that of beer.

It is impossible to get anyone drunk in such a short time.