Weird collapse, husband-chasing crematorium

Because no matter how stupid the foreign race is, they should not turn the saint in the eyes of the people of China, the Immortal Red Yuan, into such an ugly monster.

The two ancestors Fuxi and Nuwa only exist in legends, and no one can prove their real existence.

Immortal Red Kite really exists in reality.

Changle: "Well, you already know about Fuxi and Nuwa. Then the next step is the famous Seven Swords of Taixu."

Chapter 18 A kind of despair and a kind of terror

"The Taixu Sword Sect was founded by Immortal Chi Yuan. The sect's technique is Taixu Sword Qi, and he is recognized as the supreme master in the martial arts world. Immortal Chi Yuan has seven disciples, known as the Seven Swords of Taixu. Six women and one man each hold a Xuanyuan sword. Sword. The Seven Swordsmen are all talented people. They received the Taixu Sword Qi and made huge waves in the martial arts world at a young age, leaving behind countless anecdotes."

"However, according to the royal spies, Taixu Seven Swords fell into the devil's path in his later years, and was killed by Immortal Red Kite at the Heavenly Dome Peak of Taixu Mountain."

"There has been no news since then, and there is no trace of Seven Swords in the martial arts world."

"Especially Qin Suyi's husband, Mr. Li Shen of Sichuan. After years of searching to no avail, he wanted to reach the top of Taixu Mountain. But after hearing about the narrow escape from death on the Tongtian Road, he had to give up and go back to inherit the family business."

Changle spoke very carefully. When he spoke, he raised his head and his pupils brightened a lot.

There were many taboos in the palace, and reading was one of her few hobbies.

However, Li Mo noticed the contradiction. In essence, the seven disciples of Taixu were just ordinary people. No matter how thoroughly they mastered Honkai, they would not be able to prolong their lives, let alone live forever like Hua.

The seven disciples of Taixu whom I saw when they climbed to the top were in their youth. It was hard to say that they were possessed by demons, but they were definitely not in their old age.

There must be something weird interfering with reality.

But if they were contaminated early by weirdness, why can they still maintain that half-human, half-ghost state?

Since Changle knew the outcome of the Seven Swords of Taixu, why didn't he have any doubts?

I feel that what the secret agent said is all false and cannot be true.

The Seven Swords of Taixu can obtain the magical method of immortals and live as long as heaven?Or maybe she just didn't realize it.

Just like...

In the slaughterhouse, Jiang Wanru and others did not know that they were dead.

When Jiang Wanru said "They are dead", the seven human skins immediately fell silent after realizing their own death.

Some people killed by ghosts can continue to live in the same state before they realize that they are dead, until they realize the fact that they are dead through certain information or certain habits.

Only then will they truly die.

If you are not aware of your own death, you can continue to live in the world.

This form of existence is not unique. Even if some people know that they are dead, they can still deceive themselves into being alive as long as they follow certain rules.

Li Mo didn't know which kind Changle was, or maybe he just thought too much.

It’s hard to say whether Chang Le is actually a normal person.

In the final analysis, Li Mo himself did not know enough about this era to speculate on their thoughts.

It is not impossible for the seven disciples under the Immortal Seat to remain beautiful forever with the Immortal.

But from Li Mo's point of view, this is impossible. Chi Yuan is a fusion warrior from the pre-civilization Hua, and with the help of Shenyin, he naturally won't worry about his age.

But in such a case, without the aid of instruments and equipment from pre-civilizations, it would be impossible to create a second case.

"Did I say something wrong? You don't seem to be looking right?" Chang Le looked at Li Mo strangely, who took a few steps back.

Li Mo paused and immediately denied: "Let me see how the demon outside the door is doing now."

He can't remind Chang Le yet, at least the wing has determined that Chang Le and the deceased are alive.

If Chang Le is really dead, then his enlightenment will undoubtedly become a prerequisite for triggering the law.

Regardless of whether Changle is alive or not, Li Mo cannot reveal the truth tonight, especially the background of the times.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask since I came in, what is the origin of this head? Why does it appear in Mingyue's room?"

Changle asked curiously.

Li Mo turned around and spoke seriously:

"Don't touch that head, it's holding the ghost's stomach. As long as it's not interfered with by demons, we have the capital to survive."

"Also, don't light a lamp or light a fire. Just stay in the wing and prevent the demon from entering the room at all costs."

"The demon is likely to transform into someone familiar to you, or some dead thing that looks alive."

"We can't even trust our own memories. We can only constantly infer logic to determine whether the other party is a living creature."

Li Mo's face was solemn, Chang Le was a little surprised, and then he nodded sincerely.

This was rare for Mingyue to give her so many instructions. When going up the mountain, Mingyue could hardly explain at all. She just asked everyone to follow him without saying anything about the reason.

Now that I think about it, there seems to be no problem. After all, many people have died on the road, and only a few are still alive.

No matter how much you say you don’t believe it, it’s meaningless.

Only those who have experienced it personally can understand the weight of Mingyue's words.

However, belief does not mean blind obedience. Changle asked: "What is the legal principle of reasoning logic?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment and gave an example: "If the current emperor, your father, appeared here, would you be able to open the door?"

Changle immediately replied: "Of course not. How could my father personally ascend Taixu Mountain? My father is busy with many things and has no leisure time. This is absolutely impossible."

Li Mo nodded and asked: "Then if the other me is outside the door and tells you that I am a demon in the house and asks you to open the door and let him in so that you can cooperate with him in killing me, will you open the door?"

"This..." Changle was stunned, and she tried to put herself into that scene.

There was a rapid knock on the door, and the bright moon outside shouted loudly: Open the door quickly!The bright moon next to you is a demon in disguise!There's something weird about this door, I can't open it!If you don't open the door, the monster will kill you!

Faced with this situation, how should you make a choice?

Open the door, the bright moon outside may be a demon in disguise. Once you let him in, the real Li Mo and you will definitely die.

If you don't open the door, if the bright moon outside is real, then you will obviously die if you stay in the wing.

"I believe you who are staying in the house at this moment!" Changle made his own choice and expressed his position.

But this answer disappointed Li Mo.

Changle didn't believe him, but believed his own memory.

"You are wrong. You should try to kill me at all costs. If I were the real Mingyue, then I would never attack you. I would just keep dodging in place because I know you can't kill me at all."

"The difference in strength between us is the difference between clouds and mud. Even if I stand there and let you fight, you can't kill me. When you get tired, I will naturally explain slowly and give the reason why there is a demon outside."

"If I were the fake Mingyue, the weapon in your hand could delay the attack for a while and test the logic of my behavior. If I made any move to kill you, it would not be too late for you to open the door."

"Instead of making a rash decision like you did just now, trust me resolutely."

"..." Changle lowered his head, his expression a little aggrieved.

Neither flattery nor words of affirmation can gain Mingyue's approval.

Having been in the palace as a snake for too long, Changle felt for the first time that there was someone so special in the world. After all, everyone only wanted to hear what they wanted to hear, and few people could sincerely accept opinions that were unfavorable to them, even if they were correct.

Not everyone has the courage to face their own shortcomings and ugliness.

Chang Le raised his head and looked at Li Mo more and more curiously. Such a person would definitely be conservative and suppressed in the officialdom.

But in the entire human world, it is like a fish swimming upstream. In the torrent of the general trend, it abandons all its shortcomings and swims as fast as possible.

When he went up the mountain, he encountered an old lady cat, and Ming Yue decisively dug out his eyeballs.

He is not only cruel to his enemies, but also cruel to himself.

"Whether we can survive depends on whether we can hold on to this place tonight."

Li Mo turned around and stared seriously at the approaching figure outside the door. Guiya's left hand kept shaking.

The figure walked very slowly, staggeringly, like a child staggering towards the door.

Changle: "Mingyue, what is the ghost stomach you just said?"

Li Mo: "It's this wing. Staying for a long time will digest the people in the room."

Changle: "Then we won't be digested?"

Li Mo: "That human head restrained the ghost's stomach and protected us."

Changle: "The wing... and him outside, Mingyue, tell me, what kind of existence are you? The definition of demon is too narrow, there are only a few in the book: Possession by mountain spirits and wild monsters, cultivation of Qi goes wrong and becomes a demon. Lose yourself and become a monster."

Changle wants to know the answer.

There is no doubt that the human head is also one of the monsters, but Mingyue seems to know it thoroughly, and even uses the power of the monster to fight against the monster.

No, these things are not even living creatures, how can they be called monsters?

In all the records, demons are clearly living creatures. How can this human head and the ghost stomach chamber look like living creatures at all?

"Many of the things we encounter now have gone far beyond the scope of the definition of monsters. I want to know, Mingyue, you and them... what kind of existence are they?"

"..."

Li Mo glanced sideways, his eyes cold, the biting white moonlight almost blended into his sight, and the aura of death was exactly the same.

What kind of existence...

Sometimes, Li Mo himself couldn't help but think about what weirdness meant to the world.

But this kind of thinking seems to have no meaning in reality.

Just as death is an inevitable outcome for every life, pollution is also an unstoppable increase in entropy in the continuation of life.

Li Mo looked at Chang Le with a cold tone, his expression was flat and there was no tactful wording.

"A being that you absolutely don't want to know, and even if you do, you will only feel despair."

After his second death, he had lost almost all his emotions, and gradually became unable to understand human curiosity, desire, and fear.

Only his rational consciousness was left to control him, allowing Li Mo to accomplish something with a strong sense of purpose.

Weird cannot be killed.

Once it is determined to be dead, it will restart immediately.

Tireless and invincible.

The three original laws make Weird invincible.

There is another more important and desperate rule: as time goes by, the degree of contamination of the weirdness itself will intensify, turning it into a more terrifying and twisted existence.

Once the level of contamination exceeds the threshold of the ontology limit, it will spread.

The spread of pollution ignores time, space, dimensions and forms of existence.

Can't be killed, can't escape, this is called a strange existence.

Death upon trigger, superposition of rules, erasure of consciousness, beheading, unavoidable assimilation...

Li Mo wouldn't tell Chang Le, there was no need.

She just needs to know that these things are enough to make people desperate.

If the weirdness of this world spreads, the people who die will not just be climbers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was only a door between the black shadow and Li Mo. It knocked on the door politely, as if it was a gentleman, giving Li Mo face.

But there is no such thing as etiquette in being weird. Their behavior must follow some undiscovered pattern.

To a large extent, it comes from the behavioral habits during life.

What does knocking on the door mean?

"Chang Le, do your dead men have the habit of knocking on doors?" Li Mojie asked, while quickly moving to Chang Le's side.

Chang Le clenched the strange pistol and looked at it curiously.

Seeing Mingyue coming to his side and asking questions in a low voice, Changle also responded in a low voice: "This is the habit of all the dead men in the palace. They knock on the door before entering and wait until the master agrees before entering. If there is no permission, do not overstep. "

Hearing this, Li Mo nodded and reminded: "Speak softly, because we are not sure whether what we say will be taken as an answer by the dead soldiers outside."

Li Mo returned to his seat and continued to observe every move of the black shadow outside the door.

He repeated the same move, knocking on the door and window again and again, making a crisp knocking sound.

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped, and the dark figure outside the door walked to the window.