Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

"There won't be a next time," Li Mo said, putting his pistol away.

It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that it was unnecessary.

They would need people to carry the coffin during the burial phase, at least four people.

If more people were lost during the subsequent mourning ritual, there wouldn't be many left. If they didn't have four people for the final burial ritual, all the previous efforts would have been in vain.

Even if that person was going to die, they couldn't die by his hand.

How to make the death of someone who wanted to die meaningful and valuable was also something that Li Mo, as the leader, needed to consider.

Saori Tsuruyo silently selected food from the side, and she couldn't help but shake her head at the scene.

She understood what kind of person Li Mo was: sharp-tongued but kind-hearted, someone who would actively solve the problems of those around him.

He placed great importance on promises and always kept his word, which was why he was carrying them forward, the dead weight.

If it were him alone, there wouldn't have been so many errors.

Most importantly, Li Mo focused on the bigger picture and wouldn't allow anyone to let their personal desires affect the probability of others surviving.

So, on his team, if you didn't have outstanding abilities, being an obedient mascot was the best option.

Instead of being pretentious and self-righteous, doing things that were outside of Li Mo's plans.

Saori Tsuruyo raised her head, her gaze lingering on Li Mo for a long time.

In her memory, Li Mo seemed to have not shown any other expressions for a long time. It was as if he was deliberately suppressing his emotions to prevent his judgment from being affected by his feelings.

Saori Tsuruyo didn't understand how Li Mo did it, but it was precisely because of this that Li Mo seemed more reliable than anyone else.

Outside, the wind was howling, and even the grass and trees seemed to be soldiers. In the boundless darkness, it seemed as if something was moving around.

The headless male corpse was put back in the black coffin and the lid closed.

The heads near the black coffin were kicked away, one by one.

The people in the portraits on the spirit tablets looked very peaceful, and the flames of the grave incense were burning even brighter.

It seemed as if everyone had entered a brief period of peace.

Li Mo wiped down his silver-grey pistol, opened the magazine, and the bullets inside were gradually regenerating.

He had used too many bullets dealing with Theresa. Fortunately, he managed to break her spine before the magazine was completely empty.

The next two days were for mourning and burial.

The head ghosts shouldn't attack them anymore, since the death announcement had already been made.

And it was made by Li Mo himself.

"Senpai, in the chaos earlier, we heard your voice on the broadcast..."

"You said, when we heard that, you would already be dead..."

One of the students asked timidly, standing about half a meter away from Li Mo.

Li Mo immediately saw through her thoughts.

She thought that he might now be a ghost, simply retaining his human consciousness.

"Those words were deliberately for the ghosts to hear, not for you," Li Mo answered casually.

There were some things he didn't add, and he didn't need to add.

"This is for you." Li Mo threw Ackerly's employee ID to the surviving students.

"She helped me protect the broadcasting equipment before she died and also left clues, but she died very miserably and painfully."

Having died twice, Li Mo spoke very directly, without any euphemisms.

The students looked at the employee ID that was missing a corner and was stained with blood and fell into a deep silence.

Li Mo himself started to meditate, thinking about what to do over the next two days.

The death announcement had to accurately state who the deceased was, otherwise the ritual couldn't be completed, and the nightmare of the third day would continue.

Even without a head, the corpse in the black coffin was clearly Li Mo, based on his clothes and build.

So, Li Mo could only say that he had already died. If he had just said a name, it might not have confirmed the identity of the deceased.

"Sleep if you're tired. I'll keep watch at night."

"Senpai, you didn't sleep last night either..."

"...I don't need to."

Li Mo didn't want to explain his physical state. He knew that they were afraid right now, and it wasn't of the ghosts but of him.

The students behind him didn't fall asleep, huddled together in the corner like frightened animals, curled up in a small space, licking their wounds.

Not far from where they were, there was a large amount of rotting flesh.

The pungent smell of blood came at them all the time. The stinking corpses and heads intensified this smell. In this environment, having sight and smell wasn't a good thing.

They would only make the living feel disgusted.

But aside from that, there was no other danger. Everyone was safe throughout the night of the third day.

Until dawn, when the first ray of the morning sun fell on Li Mo's face, illuminating those cloudy, jet-black eyes.

The students couldn't hold back their drowsiness and had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

The daytime was much safer than the night. Most of the bizarre entities wouldn't be active during this time.

Li Mo didn't stop and immediately went outside.

It wasn't to look for food. Because so many people had died last night, and there were only nine people left, there was plenty of food.

He needed to go to the infirmary to find some medicine that could heal Shigure Kira. Otherwise, he would have to do everything himself for the next two days, which would be quite troublesome.

St. Freya was relatively safe during the day. Following his memory, Li Mo quickly found the infirmary.

St. Freya was an academy for training Valkyries, so they were well-prepared with all kinds of medicines.

With Otto's pampering and Theresa's benevolent rule, St. Freya's medical level was top-notch for Schicksal, more than enough.

"Medicine to help with blood production... I might as well take it all."

Li Mo was prepared to move the cabinet full of blood-production medicine directly, but when he picked it up, he noticed some crumpled papers in the crevice of the corner.

The style of the papers was identical to the pages Li Mo had seen when he first entered St. Freya.

But the papers behind the cabinet were more like something that a person had left behind. After all, the things left behind by ghosts wouldn't be so old and yellow.

"...Let's open them and have a look."

Without hesitation, Li Mo put the cabinet down and immediately picked up the papers.

They might record some important information, which could help him find a way to survive the later rituals.

Of course, there was a higher possibility of him getting nothing, no usable information.

After all, these were only papers he happened to find. The latter possibility was greater.

In any case, he couldn't pass up information that he could immediately get safely. Who knows if he'd get another chance to find something?

Li Mo opened the papers and placed them on the table. He wiped away the dust, and the black ink had faded. Combined with the already bad handwriting, it was difficult for Li Mo to tell what was written.

Fortunately, the language used was English.

No matter how poor the English was, as long as he looked at it closely and carefully compared the twenty-six letters, he could get the gist of it.

Some people who had bad Chinese created unique text, like the gibberish of ancient gods. It was even more bizarre than bizarre entities. It would take Li Mo a whole day just staring at them and still not be able to figure out what the characters were.

And yet they could recognize them easily.

Indeed, people's joys and sorrows weren't interconnected.