jdhmnovel Chapter 205: Just a Dead Person
Chapter 205: Just a Dead Person
Ji Mo, who had turned into a man, did not resist, but murmured.
"So that's how it is. No matter how you imitate, no matter what methods you use, you can't hide your own habits, nor can you completely mimic other people's actions and emotions."
"Perhaps other people may not feel this subtle difference, but around those close to us, this tiny difference is like a chasm."
Feeling the various scents coming from the snow.
Lin Village seemed to have been prepared for this. They gathered around the earthen house, leaving no room for escape.
The iron pot did not hit Ji Mo.
There was a loud noise from the ground, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
The howling in my ears was long gone, replaced by another scream.
The crisp sound is still fresh in my memory at the end of the season.
Just moments ago, she was feeding herself cherished candy.
The girl ran over here desperately, waving her fists and hitting Ji Mo.
She wailed loudly, her face covered with tears.
At the end of the season, he took a step forward, but found that his left foot could not move.
The woman, whose throat had long been sealed, now covered her throat and used all her remaining strength to grab Ji Mo's ankles.
Her face was pale from losing blood, and blood stained her clothes and flowed onto the ground, forming a puddle of blood.
Despite this, she continued to murmur.
"Xiao... Cui, run... quickly."
Affected by this emotion, I was also a little moved at the end of the season.
"But, but, this world is so cruel."
"If you want to survive, you must keep plundering and fighting your way out of this cruel world."
Ji Mo closed his eyes slightly and hit him with his weak little fists, but it didn't hurt at all.
"Bad guy! Bad guy!"
The girl kept crying and shouting with sobs.
"Why did you kill my dad?"
"Why... did you kill my mother!"
“Why do you do this?”
The crying was heart-wrenching and deeply felt.
"Yeah, why."
Ji Mo opened his eyes, a deep blue light flashed across the corners of his eyes, and his expression became extremely calm.
There is no trace of softness on the angular face.
It's like a pool of stagnant water hidden in the mountains.
It is also like the endless abyss at the bottom of the vast ocean.
A flash of sword light passed by, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Ji Mo's clothes.
"why?"
Only faint whispers echoed in the room.
……
"Hmm? You're here?"
The elder leaned against the coffin, holding a rolled-up newspaper in his hand and a burning cigarette between his right fingers.
Without raising his head, he stared at the contents of the newspaper carefully, listened to the footsteps not far away, and asked lazily.
"Well, I'm here."
"Where is the map?"
"As for the map, put it on the coffin over there. I'll inspect it later."
The elder raised the finger holding the cigarette, shook it slightly, and pointed to the coffin to Ji Mo's right.
"it is good."
At the end of the season, he put the map on the coffin, leaned against it, lowered his head, and seemed to be thinking about something.
The elder opened the newspaper and looked at the next page.
The rustling sound of the newspapers was particularly eye-catching in the silent cemetery.
"All dead?"
The elder lowered his head and read the report in the newspaper carefully.
"Ah."
"No one left?"
"Ah."
The two of them asked and answered each other, seemingly talking about something unremarkable.
"Oh? Is that so?"
The elder raised his head and stared at Ji Mo, a hint of surprise appearing on his dark face.
"You didn't lie to me?"
"Ah."
Ji Mo nodded slightly.
The elder closed the newspaper, and the cigarette between them had already burned out.
He took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Blow out white smoke rings.
"Sure enough, you are a good seedling in this field."
"You were so cold-blooded and heartless that you massacred an entire village."
"What's it like pretending to be that girl's father?"
"How would it feel to kill her with your own hands?"
Ji Mo raised his head and looked at the elder.
He bent his legs, smoked a cigarette, and looked to the side with an expression neither happy nor sad.
Her sparse hair fluttered in the breeze, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
"I don't feel anything."
"It's just a dead person."
The answer at the end of the season far exceeded the elders' expectations.
He looked at Ji Mo in disbelief, and seeing his expression as calm as dead water, he realized that he had lost his composure.
The elder quickly controlled his expression.
He raised the cigarette to his lips and took a deep puff.
"Is this so?"
"Ah."
"Then go back and rest today."
"it is good."
The answers at the end of the season were exceptionally brief, and words were used sparingly.
Looking at the leaving figure.
The tobacco between his fingers had been used up long ago, and the burnt residue continued to burn his fingers, causing a slight pain.
"Are you in a bad mood?"
"Or is it just like that?"
Walking to the ground again, Ji Mo looked to his side and saw his blood-stained clothes buried deep in the snow.
The remaining blood dyed the snow red.
Each bloodstain came from a life, and the bloodiest stain on the waist came from the crying girl.
Ji Mo frowned slightly and took off his clothes.
He stared at the red-stained fabric with a puzzled expression.
Seemed very puzzled.
"why?"
……
"Hey, old man! Here I come again!"
"Did you miss me?"
The girl jumped excitedly in the snow, and the pink wool ball hanging next to her collarbone bounced up and down.
The ornately decorated door was kicked open by the girl.
The young man who was hiding in Jingtian Pavilion and eating noodles turned his head with a look of shock, without even biting off the noodles in his mouth.
"Why are you here again!"
The boy asked doubtfully.
"Didn't you just leave yesterday?"
"Eh~ Really?"
The girl raised her right hand and tapped it lightly on her head. At the same time, she tilted her head slightly and stuck out her tongue, looking extremely cute.
"Has it only been a day?"
"Yes!"
The young man showed an extremely painful expression and screamed.
"Oh, it doesn't matter."
The girl walked into Jingtian Pavilion and closed the door. She stood on the carpet and tapped her toes gently to shake off the snow on her shoes.
The girl took off her scarf, hung it aside, and skipped to the boy.
Her white fingers gently poked the boy's cheek.
"There are still noodles in your mouth, why don't you bite them off?"
The boy, filled with pain, seemed to accept the reality. He turned his face away, bit off the wide noodles in his mouth and chewed them.
No longer pay attention to the girl.
Facing the wall, sulking.
The girl was behind him, looking left and right, but the boy avoided her gaze one by one.
The girl pouted lightly, "Tsk!"
The girl sat on the soft sofa on the other side, propping up her head boredly and pulling the hair that fell by her ears.
"Little old man, you're so bored. Has anything interesting happened to you recently?"
The little old man who was slurping noodles twitched his brows and bit the noodles viciously.
Interesting, interesting, interesting! It's so interesting! It's only been one day, where can I find anything interesting?
The old man with the lowest status could only vent his emotions on Noodles.