Chapter 364 I feel uncomfortable when you are still alive
He didn't even try to hide his thoughts; they were clearly expressed on his face, with such disgust, as if he had seen an enemy.
Zhong Mu looked at the priest and the child in the room, then at the man. He was stunned for a moment, a little bit unbelievable. "Why? How could he forget his family so easily?"
"Family, friends, lovers—aren't relationships important to everyone?" Zhong Mu straightened his back, holding the axe, and stared at the man with a puzzled look. "You can forget so easily, but have you ever thought about how the forgotten person feels?"
The man looked at the woman, then at Zhong Mu. Given the current state of the Forgotten City, he probably understood what Zhong Mu was talking about. He couldn't help but curl his lips, "Hmph... If she can forget, it means she's not someone you care about. She chose to forget, so what does it have to do with me how she feels?"
The indifference that emanated from the man's mouth was extremely cold and deadly. Not to mention the priest, even Zhong Mu felt chilled to the bone and frowned upon hearing it.
"I don't like what you said, and I don't like you either." His hand holding the axe turned pale. "I don't like killing people, but I really don't think you deserve to live to the end."
"I feel sick all over when I think about the day when the chaos in the Forgotten City is resolved and you are still alive."
Zhong Mu stared at the man with cold eyes, "So please disappear right now and let them go."
The man was stunned. Before he could say anything, the axe pressing on his neck moved away slightly. A look of joy appeared on his face, but the next second, the axe that had moved away came down on him with even more fierce murderous intent.
A bright red blood flower exploded, staining Zhong Mu's entire body red.
The dusk light gently enveloped the entire Forgotten City, casting a peaceful and warm light on the streets. Everything looked so beautiful and peaceful, as if even the disputes in the complicated land had disappeared.
"Wait! Go see him! It's dusk!" The priest in the room suddenly shouted, patted the wheelchair, and urged Li Mo.
Only then did Li Mo realize that the light in the sky had begun to turn yellow at some point. It seemed that it was a sunny day just before, but now the sun was setting.
He immediately stepped forward, grabbed Zhong Mu's hand holding the axe, tilted his head and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
The moment he was touched, Zhong Mu suddenly grasped the axe and subconsciously swung it around, hitting Li Mo's neck squarely.
Li Mo calmly pushed away his axe and looked at Zhong Mu's face. His face was covered in blood, pale, his pupils were a little dilated, and his consciousness was in a trance.
Dusk in the Forgotten City is the most dangerous moment, but yesterday at dusk, Zhong Mu did not react in this way. Instead, he was very cautious and would come to ask Li Mo if he still remembered him.
Does it require any special trigger?
Li Mo raised his hand to cover his neck that was chopped open by the axe, repairing the cut bit by bit. He looked at Zhong Mu in confusion, then turned back to look at the priest, "He doesn't seem right."
As soon as he turned around, he saw the priest yelling, "Be careful!"
Li Mo turned around and saw a big red axe coming towards him again. Zhong Mu was distracted and kept muttering something.
Li Mo didn't even try to dodge. He raised his hand to block the axe and put his head closer to listen to what he was saying.
"What should I do...what is the right thing to do..."
"My opinion...is not important...I will obey..."
His voice was very soft and small, almost repeating these two sentences. Li Mo still didn't understand what Zhong Mu was doing, but to prevent him from continuing to chop himself, Li Mo still rolled him over with his tentacles, carried him back to the house, and let the high priest take a look first.
Zhong Mu had the impression that he had chopped the man because his words reminded him of bad memories.
Family should be an important relationship that everyone is born with. Compared to friends and lovers that one has to look for, family should be the most important safe haven in a person's life. Zhong Mu used to think so.
He doesn't like people who abandon their families, including his own.
In almost the blink of an eye, Zhong Mu appeared in his own small room. He had not yet entered the dungeon, but was still living in the small room.
A narrow room filled with all kinds of things, like a storage room.
The light outside the window was dim, making it impossible for him to tell the time. When he returned to the small room, he felt a chill.
"Knock knock knock." There was a quick knock on the door. Zhong Mu turned around, subconsciously tightened the axe in his hand, and stared straight at the door.
Then a familiar voice rang out at the door, "Brother, come out and cook. My parents haven't gotten off work yet, and I'm starving."
Zhong Mu didn't respond, but stared at the door.
The knock on the door came again. It was the same voice, but it became more impatient. "Hurry up, come out and cook. And remember to wash the school uniform I left in the bathroom. I asked you to wash it for me before, but you didn't. I'm almost out of clothes!"
The voice walked away mumbling, full of complaints.
Zhong Mu stood in the room for a moment. There was no other way out of this small room except that door.
He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and warned himself, "It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion, I left a long time ago."
After giving himself an injection of cardiac stimulant, Zhong Mu walked to the door with the axe in hand and turned the doorknob.
Outside was his familiar living room, with a familiar structure. Even the man lying on the sofa watching TV was in the same posture as in his memory. It was just that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and his face was covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult for Zhong Mu to see his face clearly.
When the man saw Zhong Mu coming out, he urged impatiently, "Hurry up and cook! I'm starving! Be careful or your parents will scold you when they get back!"
Zhong Mu didn't move, but stood there staring at him, "You should do it yourself."
The man immediately got angry. He stood up and stared at Zhong Mu angrily, looking very reasonable. "You are my brother! You are older than me, so it is normal for you to take care of a younger brother like me! What's wrong with asking you to cook? Mom and Dad always tell you that you should take care of me more!"
Zhong Mu twitched his lips, "Am I your brother? I'm your babysitter, the kind that works all year round and is always on call."
The man was so angry that he threw the TV remote control in his hand and glared at Zhong Mu, "If you don't cook for me, you should cook for my parents! You don't want to cook, right? Wait, my parents will come back and scold you!"
Having said that, he turned around angrily and prepared to leave.
Before the man took a few steps, Zhong Mu quickly stepped forward and grabbed him.
The man smiled smugly, "Do you know you're wrong? Now go cook, quickly."
Zhong Mu calmly raised the axe in his hand and placed it on his neck. "I've been doing this for so many years, and you've been reaping the benefits. It's time you did it yourself."
"If you don't, I'll kill you."
The man's expression was unclear, but his voice was filled with astonishment. "Are you crazy? If my parents knew you treated me like this, they would definitely kick you out!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me?
"I'm my parents' most beloved son, don't you know? Who doesn't say I'm excellent and doesn't like me? You're such a useless loser! It's a great favor for you to be able to do some housework and contribute to the family!"
His attitude was aggressive, and Zhong Mu didn't want to listen to his further nonsense, so he took the axe in his hand and chopped it down without hesitation.
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