Chapter 124: The Last Breakfast

The early sun was very warm; how could it possibly be angry?

Its infinite radiance shone through the clean glass windows, gently spreading across the long dining table, gilding everything in the room with a layer of warm golden halo.

The snow-white ceramic plates were as smooth as mirrors, almost reflecting the exquisite chandelier on the ceiling.

Every plate was filled with meticulously prepared food:

The hand-kneaded bread was fluffy and soft, emitting the rustic aroma of wheat; the freshly baked hot dog sausage was slightly split, its grease sizzling, coated in a layer of caramel-colored, alluring luster; golden cheese, like a melting warm river, flowed slowly over it, pulling out long, thin threads.

The mouth-watering fresh milk was swallowed wantonly, accompanied by "glug-glug" sounds.

Dozens of people were eating in the room at the same time—what a lively scene! Knives and forks occasionally tapped lightly against the porcelain plates, emitting crisp clinking sounds!

The person next to Ding Mo, while devouring their food, splashed tomato juice onto Ding Mo's face.

As if they hadn't eaten for over a decade, the man stuffed the hot dog wrap into his mouth and reached out his hand, wanting to take the next one.

But a table knife suddenly struck in from the side!

"Ah—!" The man's palm was fiercely pierced through by the table knife; he screamed in pain, looking at Ding Mo with terrified eyes.

This scream broke the comfort of the meal.

Everyone stopped eating and turned their heads to look at Ding Mo.

Seeing this, Ding Mo sneered, leaned close to the man who was still wailing in pain, and asked:

"You are all hallucinations, right?"

"What? Ahhh—!"

Ding Mo twisted the table knife, and the man screamed again.

The others' expressions changed, and they stood up, but Ding Mo was faster than them!

The moment they stood up, Ding Mo swept past them like a phantom, picked up the knives and forks from their plates, and fiercely stabbed them into their throats!

Gurgle, gurgle—the sounds of fresh blood gushing out rang out one after another; Ding Mo slaughtered them all!

Finally, amidst a series of falling figures, he arrived in front of Xiao Junfeng.

Looking at Xiao Junfeng's still-smiling face, Ding Mo also smiled at him, and then leaped up!

He grabbed the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room and broke its hanging rod!

Finally, gripping the chandelier tightly with both hands, he smashed it fiercely toward the smiling face Xiao Junfeng had raised, with the force of a rainbow piercing the sun.

Bang—!

A dull, incomparable sound echoed in the living room.

The tens-of-pounds chandelier smashed fiercely onto that smiling face, causing it to distort instantly!

Truly fresh "tomato juice" splashed everywhere.

Looking at the smashed-to-pulp head on the main seat, Ding Mo smiled and clapped his hands, pushed open the villa's door, and walked out.

Outside was the normal world; people going to work, people going to school, people going to their jobs were in a hurry, and no one noticed him.

"Truly wonderful."

Ding Mo looked at all of this, and suddenly his smile vanished.

He opened his eyes.

In front of him were the people still eating.

Munch, munch...

Everything just now, including killing everyone and smashing the head of Xiao Junfeng, this unfathomable Guaishou, into a pulp,

was nothing more than his fantasy.

If only it were possible to solve the problem so simply and directly...

Breakfast time had already passed by nearly ten minutes.

Looking at the food on the table, Ding Mo wiped the splashed tomato juice off his face once again, still not moving.

Who knew what kind of ghost things these were; he didn't dare to eat them.

Glancing at Chu Chenfeng, who was not far from his seat, Ding Mo suddenly realized that ever since he returned from that world, his chaotic memories and the headaches that flared up from time to time,

had actually all disappeared at this moment!

Ding Mo tilted his head and discovered they had really disappeared.

But... along with them, the rest of his memories had also disappeared.

"Could it be." Thinking of this, Ding Mo carefully observed everyone sitting there. Upon this look, he realized that he had some impression of these people's faces.

But he couldn't quite place them, as if they were "footprints" left in his memory—only traces, without the full picture.

So that's it, they are all people I have "eaten"!

A glimmer of realization rose in Ding Mo's heart.

Damn, I've actually "eaten" so many people before; it seems this isn't the first time I've lost my memory...

Since that's the case, then things are very clear—this villa likely has the ability to "manifest" the personalities in one's mind!

Xiao Junfeng, and his biological 'brother', are likely also Guaishou created based on the same principle!

"Since that's the case, then it's simple!"

Thinking of this, Ding Mo suddenly stood up and, amidst the puzzled gazes of the people beside him, drew a dagger.

Shhh—!

Inserting the dagger into the body of the person beside him, Ding Mo watched him quietly as he fell to the ground, unable to rise, amidst his terrified gaze.

Then...

A memory instantly appeared in Ding Mo's mind:

Chen Miao, nicknamed "Lao Mao". 42 years old, professor of folklore, currently a supervising professor at the Beijin University Folklore Research Station.

Just as expected.

"Ding Mo, what are you doing?" someone shouted.

This scene caused the others to stop eating as well, and another walked to his side and roared:

"Explain yourself, why did you kill him! Otherwise..."

Ding Mo glanced at him: "Otherwise what?"

As he spoke, he slashed his dagger, slicing through the man's throat.

The man clutched his throat in disbelief, staring at Ding Mo with shocked eyes, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

All around, chaos erupted in an instant!

Yet Ding Mo felt greatly relieved—because these memories, re-acquired through his slaughter, seemed to have merely devolved into "records," no longer containing any... emotions that could influence his cognition?

That's right, the "emotions" inside that previously could influence his self-cognition were gone! It was as if they had "died" along with these people!

Just like that, the root cause of his cognitive impairment and memory confusion had actually found a solution.

Ah, so things were truly this simple... A smile appeared at the corners of Ding Mo's mouth.

"You killed us, now we have been resurrected, and you want to kill us again?" someone accused in terror.

"But you were already dead people to begin with." Ding Mo remained unmoved and finished him off with another strike.

Since you are already dead, then stay dead properly; wanting to resurrect halfway through being dead, how could there be such a good deal?!

Immediately, Ding Mo began his slaughter.

And at the head of the dining table, Xiao Junfeng watched all of this steadily, not making a single move.

... This group of people, most of their combat power is inferior to mine.

Just as Ding Mo thought this, amidst the chaos, a figure lunged over from behind.

He timed it perfectly, exactly when Ding Mo had just exerted force and could not catch his breath! There was no way to dodge!

Seeking death! Ding Mo used Time Stop, turned his head with a smile,

and his expression immediately stiffened.

Only because, behind this figure, followed a dozen or so soldiers.

They used long wooden sticks they had found from who knows where, tied their carried daggers to them, and thrust them at Ding Mo like spears!

When Ding Mo turned his head back, a dozen flashing cold lights were already inches away.

And standing behind them was none other than Chu Chenfeng!

"So it was you playing tricks." Ding Mo understood.

This guy, even after death, could still cause him such great trouble.

Very well, I shall take this opportunity to test it out... Ding Mo's thoughts stirred, and the "Curtain" vanished.

A dozen "spears" pierced through his body in an instant!

The combined immense force of the crowd even lifted him off the ground, propping him up high!

"Ugh..." Ding Mo let out a painful whimper, his hands shaking as if he had Parkinson's, and the blood in his mouth flowed out as if it were worthless.

Clang! His blood-stained dagger fell to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy!