Three days later
Ah Mo stood up, his expression instantly sinister. The chair behind him turned into black air and fell into his hand, transforming into a sword. He raised the sword and pointed it at Cong Mo, "Is this what I want? Why do you say this to me!"
Cong Mo remained extremely calm and did not react to her impulsiveness. "I didn't lie. All you did was deceive yourself."
"Stop talking!" Amo shouted, and swung the sword in her hand towards Congmo. Congmo leaned to the right, raised her hand back, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and squeezed it hard. The sword in her hand turned into black gas, spread into the air and disappeared.
Ah Mo's eyes were red, tears welling up in them. "So what if I deceive myself? No one in this world cares about me, but I care about myself. Can't I just be happy? Can't I just watch you kill each other, live in a story I designed, live the way I want, have no autonomy, be abandoned by everyone, can't I?"
"Are you willing to lose your emotions and be a piece of wood that can't feel anything for the rest of your life?"
Cong Mo paused for a rare moment, his eyelashes trembling, "It's nothing bad... I won't be sad because of death."
"That's really sad..."
Cong Mo said, "Amo, this is not a reason for you to do these things. There is still a chance."
"This is it." Ah Mo exhaled continuously, and quickly suppressed his anger. "I want to do this. I want everyone to understand how I feel, and let everyone remember this person who was not even considered a human being and whose existence was not expected."
"You can't say that about yourself. We can find other ways to solve it. We don't need to rely on these things to make up for our broken psychology."
"How do we solve this?" Ah Mo sneered. "You or me? Cong Mo, have you forgotten that when you were little, you were a fool that everyone hated and couldn't even speak. Even the dogs on the street would bite you! If it weren't for Xiao Can, you would have starved to death, frozen to death, died of heatstroke, or been eaten by wild dogs on so many rainy nights, hot summers, and hungry days. You come to save me? Or am I, who doesn't even have a body, going to save you? We can't even take care of our own survival! Don't you hate them? Don't you hate this world for abandoning us?"
"I don't deny what you said. Logically, I should hate you." Cong Mo thought for a moment, "But I won't hate you. I don't have you, no feelings, I won't, so I let the memory disappear. Even now that I remember it, I... can't hate you. I don't know what that feeling is. I don't know what I should do. Should I be angry? Should I kill them? Should I take revenge on the whole world like you? But since I was a child, I have been instilled with the idea that the purpose of my life, the purpose of growing up, and the reason for my death can only be because of the ruthless way. I want to practice the ruthless way and go to the ruthless mountain. From childhood to adulthood, they kept chanting in my ears that the ruthless way is ingrained in me. It's taken root in my heart and I can't forget it. If I forget it, I will really die. I'm not a puppet, but I'm no different from a puppet. So I can't do what you do. Otherwise, tell me, what should I do?"
There was no fluctuation in her tone when she said these words, as if she was reading the most boring story in a storybook, making the people listening next to her feel drowsy.
But when Ah Mo heard this, she could feel the pain in her heart, and a tear rolled down the corner of her eye. She shook her head, "I... don't know..."
Cong Mo advised her, "Stop it."
"It's time to stop now."
"Even the demons of the demon world are going to sacrifice themselves for you?" Cong Mo stepped forward. "They treat you with the sincerity you desire."
Amo was silent for a long time, "...No one can stop me."
"Then I will kill myself." Cong Mo said, "I should be the one to finish what you did."
"Who are you? What are you to me? I said, I won't let you die."
"I used to deny that we were one, but lately I've realized that I'm the only one who can deny it, but you can't, because you need me to survive, and I don't."
"Ha..." Amo asked instead of answering, "Then are you willing to do that? We finally brought Xiaocan back from the underworld, and you've only been awake for a few days. Now they want you to die, are you willing to do that? Is he willing to do that?"
"There's nothing I can't bear to give up." Cong Mo accepted it calmly. "I made this choice myself. It has nothing to do with others."
"Others? Xiaocan would be heartbroken to hear this."
"He will live well."
"That depends on whether I allow it or not." Amo waved his hand, and the mirror opened with relief. "If you die, then the final game I set will cause the world to collapse."
"In three days, I will make this world completely dead."
Before Cong Mo could say anything else, he opened his eyes and found himself back in the forest, with a magic circle pattern under his feet.
"Alas..." She sighed helplessly, "I can't listen to anything you say."
With no other choice, she wrote down the appearance of the magic circle and planned to go back and check to see if she could find a way to stop it.
The old man sitting outside at the moment found that the black rope wrapped around his body had automatically untied. He shook his arms and barely stood up by supporting himself against the wall. Cong Mo hadn't thought of locking him up at all. When the time was right and the rope was untied, he could leave. "This bastard, I must teach her a lesson when I get back and let her know the consequences..."
Dusting himself off, he mustered up his courage and tried to break through the line once more. Before he could even step inside, he was pushed back by a force. Cong Mo slowly appeared, looking up at him, "Master, I'm back."
"Are you... okay?" The harsh words just now fell into air. The old man grabbed her arm and kept examining it from side to side, up and down. "Why is there blood on your arm? And on your fingernails? This is blood. What happened?"
"I was lost, and while walking, I accidentally bumped into a tree and pricked my hand." Cong Mo scratched his hair awkwardly, "But I managed to get back on my feet, and now I'm fine."
The old man circled around her angrily, "Nothing, nothing, what bullshit nothing, I told you to take a long-term view, but you just didn't listen, and in the end you even hurt your hand, I... Ouch..."
"What's wrong, Master..."
"My waist, my waist hurts..." His body had not recovered yet, and he had just walked in a hurry, which caused his waist to twist. It was as if the bones were stuck. He was bent over, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't stand up. "Don't, don't move me..."
"Master, let me help you." Cong Mo stood behind him, grabbed one of his arms with each hand, then raised his legs, pressed his knees against his waist, and pulled back hard.
With the sound of bones snapping,
A miserable scream resounded through the sky, scaring away many demonic birds.
“Ahhh…”
The old man fainted from the pain and fell to the ground.
Cong Mo: “?”
"So fragile?"
Cong Mo leaned over and grabbed his arm, lifting him onto his back. The black rope that had just disappeared wrapped around the old man's waist and legs, then tied it to Cong Mo's waist. Cong Mo pulled his arm and shook him, "He's heavier than Xiaocan."
In order to prevent the smell of spiritual power from causing a riot, she did not plan to look for Alai and Ahui. She looked up at the sky, flew up on her sword, and rushed out from the air.
They didn’t know that Alai and Ahui had prepared thank-you gifts for them.
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The old man slowly woke up, the pain in his waist still lingering on him. Looking at his surroundings, he realized that they were now in the air, and he was on Cong Mo's back. "Why are you carrying me on your back? It's so embarrassing. Put me down quickly. I can fly by myself."
"Don't move." He swayed, and Cong Mo almost lost his balance and fell. "Master, please be steady. Do you want us to fall to our deaths?"
An old man said: "..."
He stopped moving and hugged Cong Mo's neck obediently, "Put me down."
"It's difficult for you to fly your sword like this now. If everything is quiet, no one will notice us. Please stay quiet for now."
The old man hesitated and said, "Okay then..."
"By the way, what did you find inside?"
Cong Mo shook his head. "Nothing. I got lost inside. I walked around twice and found nothing, so I came out. I'll look somewhere else next time."
The old man thought about it, said nothing, and agreed, "Okay."
After a while, he asked again, "But I still don't understand why she didn't just do it quietly, but instead left a mark for you and me to notice."
Cong Mo said in a very soft voice, "Her real purpose may not be... to destroy the world."
Soon, the two landed on Wuqing Mountain. Seeing them coming back, he hurried to meet them. When he saw their posture, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" The old man held his waist, "Come and help me up."
"That's a little funny." Yi hurried over to support him. "Master is bigger than me, even though I'm not as tall as you, but it wasn't that strange when I carried him on my back. But carrying you is like... being bullied and forced to carry an incomparably huge wooden stake."
"You..." The old man was speechless, "Don't say anymore."
He suppressed his laughter and turned around to call Cong Mo, "Junior sister, why don't you come over? What are you doing there?"
"Where's Xiaocan?" Cong Mo replied, "Brother, tell him to get his luggage out. I'll take him down the mountain directly."
When he heard this, his smile disappeared, "Oh, I'll go call him."
"Junior brother."
Hearing the voice of the old man, Leng Can immediately raised his head, looked at the posture of the old man, put down the luggage in his hands and went to meet him, "Master, are you okay?"
"Nothing, just a twisted waist." The old man waved his hand.
In the light, Leng Can saw the red handprint on his face, "Hey... Master, why is there a five-fingerprint on your face?"
"Ahem..." Speaking of this, the old man felt embarrassed, "I hit a tree, nothing happened."
"Oh." Leng Can and Li supported him together and sat on the stone bench, their eyes kept glancing in the direction they came from, "Where's Xiao Mo? Why isn't she here?"
He looked at the intact bracelet on his wrist, still worried, "I hope nothing happened."
"Nothing happened." Li picked up his luggage, "Junior sister is waiting for you at the mountain gate. It's troublesome to come in, so you can go find her directly. I'll take you down the mountain and see you off."
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