Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

"Zzzzt... Zzzzt..."

The static of the broadcast echoed throughout the academy. It was clearly audible even in the auditorium.

Li Mo activated all the broadcasting equipment, testing the voice on the microphone.

"It's a bit cold around here. No, it must be me. As expected, I was too slow in dealing with Theresa. If my body were that of a normal human, I'd have bled to death a long time ago."

Li Mo reached back to touch his spine, it was still sticky and warm.

He reached further down, and his entire back was covered in blood. Such a massive amount of blood loss was more than any normal person could handle.

Adults were in danger if they lost 20% of their circulating blood volume. Li Mo estimated that he had lost half the blood in his body, far beyond the danger threshold for a normal person.

But he wasn't really human anymore.

Li Mo took a deep breath, then moved the microphone closer to his mouth.

He recited the lines he had prepared in advance, announcing the completion of the third day's ritual:

"My name is Li Mo. When you hear this, I am already dead."

"Tonight is my funeral. Please, all guests, go to the main auditorium at the back of the academy to attend."

Simple and clear, the third day's death announcement was just that simple.

Notify all humans and bizarre entities to attend the funeral. Because of the arrangement made by the funeral's host, the bizarre entities who came to pay their respects tomorrow wouldn't attack the people in the auditorium.

Otherwise, the fourth and fifth day's rituals would become a joke.

Li Mo solemnly took out an ID card, which recorded Ekri's identity information.

Name: Ekri Shaw.

Position: Janitor.

Gender: Female.

He didn't throw away this ID card. It had nothing to do with whether it had value or not. Li Mo simply wanted to keep it and hand it over to the students who were still alive in the auditorium.

Those children deserved to know that in the unseen darkness, someone was struggling in pain, enduring terrible agony while giving their all.

Both in life and after death.

Hope wasn't something Li Mo carried alone.

He didn't care about honor or fame, and the credit should be given to their true owners.

If the broadcast hadn't helped spread the message, Li Mo would have had to go before the ghosts himself, facing the risk of attacks from countless unknown ghosts and head ghosts, with almost no chance of survival.

That was why Ekri hadn't destroyed the broadcasting equipment and left behind clues.

Whether it was Shigure Kira or Ekri, they both believed that Li Mo would find the right answer, would understand their meaning, even if they had never discussed it beforehand.

After completing the third day's ritual, Li Mo walked out of the broadcast room. The hallways were once again filled with heads.

However, at this moment, some subtle changes were taking place throughout the school.

The powerful sound of the auditorium bell rang repeatedly, echoing in the sky above the school.

The heads were no longer staring at Li Mo. They seemed to have lost their bizarre power, turning into ordinary heads.

Even when Li Mo walked past them, they didn't react at all.

It was the same in the hallways and on the playground. The blood moon in the sky was still strange. It was now half an hour past 7:00 PM, which, theoretically, was the most dangerous time.

But Li Mo strolled leisurely on his way to the auditorium, unimpeded.

A moment later, Li Mo reached the entrance of the auditorium.

More than a dozen headless corpses were lined up outside the door, which he hadn't seen when he came out.

So, this was the method the head ghosts had come up with earlier. These dozen or so corpses probably thought they were normal people half an hour ago, chosen survivors.

They'd tried to enter the auditorium and group together for warmth, but Shigure Kira had turned them away.

Before they could find a new place to settle, 7:00 PM came. The heads fell, and without the support of bizarre entities' power, these people naturally turned into headless corpses.

"The notebook said the second grave incense in the auditorium was eaten by a small ghost. Was Shigure Kira too soft?"

Li Mo calmly speculated. It wasn't the first time he had encountered this situation.

The psychological pressure brought by fear and burden was definitely not something that could be dispelled by simply saying a few strong words.

Even a dancer making their stage debut, no matter how much they reassured themselves that everything was okay, would still show signs of tension and even make mistakes that they had never made before.

"It would be more accurate to just go in and ask her what happened."

The notebook wouldn't lie, but the written expression of hidden critical details was far less clear than what he could see and hear in person.

As soon as Li Mo entered the auditorium, a strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air. Large patches of blood and dismembered limbs littered the ground.

Many young and beautiful Valkyries were gnawed beyond recognition, their flesh devoured, and even their bones hadn't been spared.

Half a hand was right next to Li Mo's foot. The muscle tissues and broken white bones inside were still clearly visible.

And then there were the silent heads. Li Mo looked around. Hundreds of heads were piled up in the auditorium. The space where the living could move was minimal. The meaning of this was self-evident.

"How many people are still alive?"

"Perhaps I should use a heavier tone, but I can't feel sadness."

Li Mo reached out and touched his heart. It was beating very slowly. Seeing such brutal scenes before him didn't move him, and his heart was numb.

Sacrifice and death seemed like the most normal things in the world.

"Put the spine back. It would be difficult to explain this sight to a living person."

Li Mo reached back and grabbed his spine, roughly shoving it back in.

The instant the spine returned to his body, the skin started to close up, and in a few seconds, it was back to looking normal.

The gruesome bones and corpses were trampled under his feet, forming Li Mo's stairway to the auditorium and to tomorrow. And on his face, there were still no emotions.

When he reached the depths of the auditorium, only three of the five grave incense sticks remained. The third stick was still burning, its light even weaker than the second one's. It barely illuminated the area around the black coffin.

And the headless male corpse from inside the black coffin had been thrown out, with a head sleeping next to it.

It seemed to have been trying to take over the headless male corpse, but it had been interrupted by Li Mo's death announcement.

A striking color caught Li Mo's attention. The icy blue hair was still beautiful and brilliant, even though it was stained with blood.

But its owner was lying in a pool of blood, her life or death unknown.

Li Mo calmly looked at the dying Shigure Kira, wanting to do something but realizing he couldn't do anything.

He wouldn't die now, but the people around him could die very easily in these bizarre events.

Just like Shigure Kira, Li Mo couldn't heal her wounds. He wasn't that powerful.

Li Mo squatted down, ripped open the black coffin ghost garment, took out a pistol, and fired. The blue-purple flames flickered weakly on it, then quickly extinguished.

A very crude disinfection, that was one of the few things Li Mo could do right now.

Then using the meager bandaging knowledge he had learned in college, he carefully sealed the wound on Shigure Kira's neck, barely stopping the bleeding.

But looking at the large pool of blood on the ground, Li Mo's actions seemed meaningless.

She had lost too much blood.

Shigure Kira's eyelids trembled slightly. Sensing movement outside, she opened her eyes with difficulty. She tried to move her fingers but found she had already lost control of her body.

Her hands didn't respond, and neither did her body. She was unable to sit up and could only remain in her position, leaning against the black coffin.

Shigure Kira desperately tried to control her body. She had to get up, had to keep fighting…

Her unfocused pupils lost focus. The loss of blood caused her brain to withdraw her sense of sight.

Everything was pitch black before her eyes, and the sounds from the outside completely disappeared.

She just struggled like that, stubbornly refusing to die.

Shigure Kira should have remained unconscious in her current state. She was just pointlessly holding on with her willpower.

If she kept being stubborn, she would only waste more energy until her brain completely died.

Li Mo didn't hesitate any longer. He moved closer to Shigure Kira, cupping her pale and beautiful face with both of his hands.

Her face was as cold as his hands.

Li Mo said softly, "I'm back."

His cold tone had a hint of warmth to it at this moment.

Simple and straightforward, the four words had no emotions and no embellishment.

Yet, they made the brain, which had almost stopped functioning, react.

Shigure Kira's eyes flickered, and a slight tremor appeared in her ice-blue pupils.

Her dry and pale lips moved, barely uttering a soft, "I'm sorry."

Li Mo gently placed his hand on her face, closing Shigure Kira's eyes.

"You did your best."

In these bizarre events, no one could guarantee that they wouldn't make mistakes, not even Li Mo himself.

The important thing was to figure out a way to make up for the mistakes after making them, and to do one's best to take responsibility for one's errors, even if the price was steep.

Li Mo wouldn't blame Shigure Kira. She was no different from him when he first encountered the bizarre entities.

The only difference was that Li Mo had a reset, but Shigure Kira didn't.

Li Mo could make mistakes many times and dare to try things, even if it meant gambling all the lives on his choices.

But Shigure Kira only had one life. Once she made a mistake, she would kill everyone.

This would inevitably create immense psychological pressure, affecting her thinking and judgment.

Dealing with the bizarre was not about the process, only the result.

There were a few people hiding under the table behind the black coffin, along with the people hiding in the coffin.

If Shigure Kira hadn't defended the black coffin, the head ghosts would have probably killed everyone else, even taking over the headless male corpse, devouring the remaining grave incense, and destroying the spirit tablets...

In that case, this funeral would have been a dead end.

Shigure Kira's final decision to use her own life to make up for it was the right one. She kept the spark of hope for everyone to survive.

"Good night," Li Mo softly murmured to the stubborn girl.

The girl in his arms trembled slightly, seeming to have gotten the answer she wanted. The taut nerves, like a dam bursting, instantly collapsed into unconsciousness.

Only tears mixed with crimson blood remained on her eyes.

Even without words, they spoke of her grievance and relief.

She had made a mistake, tried her best to make up for it, and in the end, she protected them.

Everything still had a chance, still had hope, even if she could never see it.