Dry mouth.
After realizing that the person above his head was the undead monarch transformed by Mo Ling, Lin An only felt that his head was hit hard by a giant hammer.
His eyes were red, and an indescribable huge impact hit his heart.
For Lin An, the few people around him can be said to be the last softness in his heart.
He never thought that Mo Ling would die, and he had always protected her very well.
It's hard to say what kind of feelings he has for Mo Ling.
But whether it was his companion or others, he couldn't accept this fact for a while.
How could he...die! ?
He stood there stunned.
With his mind shaken, even the second will isolated in the thinking space couldn't help but become a little solemn.
As someone who has experienced the same pain, he naturally knows what it feels like.
Even after thousands of simulations, he could not forget the great pain caused by losing his companions in this emotion.
Rather than saying that the biggest difference between him and Lin An is that he doesn't care about anyone's life or death, it would be better to say that he is "escape".
Every time he watched someone he cherished die, it was no less than having a red iron brand inserted into his heart and churning back and forth.
Especially when there is nothing you can do, even if those people die because of you.
There is no way to protect...
This kind of blow is enough to break even the strongest warrior.
Rather than do this, it is better to give up completely from the beginning.
As long as there is nothing, nothing is lost...
("Lin An, calm down!")
Unlike Lin An, who fell into self-blame chaos, the Second Will remained rational as always.
His expression was solemn.
Looking through the main body, there are not many clones of Lin An left on the battlefield.
The meme of the initiator is like a battery, being crazily absorbed by the undead monarch high in the sky.
With the division stopped, Lin An, the last batch of split bodies, is launching the final death charge.
Like Lin An who was pulled into the "dream" state before, the undead monarch that Mo Ling turned into was also slipping deep into his soul at this time.
Without reason or thinking, she kills everything she sees.
If you stay here any longer and wait for the last batch of split bodies to die, the next one to die will be the real Lin An!
Get out of here first, or find a way to destroy the source of the meme!
After making a quick judgment.
The second will took over the main body without hesitation, preparing to widen the distance between him and Mo Ling.
At this time, he had no time to worry about whether his action of forcibly taking over the body would attract resistance from Lin An.
With every second of delay, the danger will increase exponentially!
Don't say that Mo Ling was infected by the meme. Even if she wasn't, just by transforming into the undead monarch, no matter how much Mo Ling relied on Lin An before, she couldn't resist the killing desire from the undead.
...
"boom!"
"boom!"
High in the sky, the clone Lin An, who only maintained his human form, was struck to the ground by gray ripples like an ant.
After absorbing a large number of memes, the power of the Necronomicon Lord is increasing exponentially.
The condensed twin gods of death resurrected directly from the ghost babies.
Under the double superposition, Mo Ling at this time can be said to be infinitely close to level 4.
If he didn't lack intelligence, he would only follow instinctive attacks.
Those split-body Lin An who rushed forward again were already dead.
Looking at the figure who was shot to the ground, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the Second Will.
Such a familiar attack method...
Being familiar with all Lin An's attack methods, he could see at a glance that the ability the Necromancer had just used was obviously very similar to the wither skill.
It's just that one summons the phantom of death to cause real damage, and the other does it himself.
Resurrection of the dead...death absorbs energy...withering...
Under multiple fittings, the Second Will instantly seemed to realize something...
Lord of the Undead...
Death suit?
....
Late at night, in the urban village in the old alley, panicked shouts broke the peace of the night.
The flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed out from the courtyard of the bungalow under a large amount of debris.
"It's on fire!! It's on fire!"
"Quickly put out the fire!"
Covering their mouths and noses, the nearest neighbors ran to the path and shouted.
In the house where thick smoke emerged, Mo Ling stepped on a bench and looked calmly at the panicked crowd and his mother and sister who were pushed out of the house.
Behind him, the body lying in a pool of blood creaked as it was burned by the flames.
The orange-red flame was like a tongue, dancing wantonly behind her.
My mother was holding her sister in the crowd in the distance, feeling numb and overwhelmed.
Her tears had dried up.
She didn't dare to look at Mo Ling, she only knew how to hold her little daughter tightly in her arms.
She has no culture and no knowledge.
When Mo Ling killed her nominal husband with her own hands, the knife that fell to the ground covered in blood... was like a grinning monster, tearing her remaining sanity to pieces.
Flustered and helpless, like a sheep that fell to the ground stiffly when being chased by a wild beast.
The difficulties of living have bent her spine. With little education, she can only be like the most ordinary woman, thinking that she can maintain this fragile family by enduring silently.
But apparently, what she thought was home was nothing more than a self-hypnotic fantasy.
But now, Mo Ling broke her pitiful fantasy.
So after coming out of the kitchen.
She didn't know how to deal with it, or how to face it all.
Even after seeing those little hands stained with blood, a nameless fear arose in her heart.
His own daughter killed someone.
For a woman like her, a humble and cautious woman, everything seemed like the sky had fallen.
In her poisoned and pitiful thoughts, resistance should not exist.
Just bear with it, bear with it and it will be fine!
Especially when Mo Ling just calmly lit the sofa on fire, she had no choice but to be pushed out like a lost puppet.
"Sister...sister! Sister!"
"Save my sister...sister!!"
Amidst the noisy discussion, childish cries could be heard.
Being held in his arms, Mo Yu struggled and waved his arms, crying uncontrollably.
She didn't know what happened. She only knew that her sister seemed to have done terrible and terrible things to protect herself.
However, as she cried out again and again, the crowd who came out to watch just stopped outside the hospital.
Compared to their sister who was "trapped" in Mo Yu's words, they were more concerned about whether their house would be burned down.
This is the worst and most chaotic urban-rural fringe.
The haphazardly constructed wires and piles of rubbish are enough to set everyone back three feet after being set on fire.
Firefighting? Save people?
Sorry, most of the time, no one would sacrifice themselves for the lives of others.
Of course, this is not wrong.
Inside the house engulfed in flames.
Mo Ling listened to her sister's cries silently and remained indifferent.
The flames behind her continued to raise the temperature in the room, and the billowing smoke penetrated into her lungs like the most deadly poisonous gas.
In a daze, she seemed to smell the stench of burning hair.
So stinky...
The mouth is dry and water is lost rapidly.
Waves of heartbreaking pain came from his back.
But facing the pain of being burned alive, Mo Ling's calm eyes only flashed a touch of despair and a faint sense of relief.
She grew up in a poor family. Her father died young and her mother remarried. The pressure that should not have been on her was like a heavy burden on her.
No one loves her, no one cares about her.
The children at school thought she was a freak, and some adults would always look at her with greedy eyes.
A poor, unprotected little girl will always be subject to many malicious prying eyes.
As a nominal mother, that woman didn't bring her any warmth.
With no one to talk to, her mother just kept throwing her troubles and pain at her body and into her ears like garbage.
(Mo Ling...Mom is so tired...You must be obedient, sensible, and good...)
(Don’t fight, don’t rob...women can’t survive on their own...)
(Patience...just a little longer...they will take pity on us...)
...
The "valuable experiences" summarized by her mother were like her life creed. She tried to pour them into her mind with her earnest words, so that she could become another person.
After all, in the eyes of her mother, this is how she survived.
In fact, there is nothing to blame.
As her mother, this woman who had been smoothed by life was just a poor person who dared not resist amidst oppression and suffering.
"Pa-pa"
The old-fashioned furniture crackled in the flames.
The tongue of fire licked her body, and as she gradually lost consciousness, Mo Ling took one last look at her sister in the distance.
Life is really boring.
Even dead.
