Chapter 125: The Truth of Memories

"We won!" Everyone was overjoyed and just about to cheer.

Chu Chenfeng, however, felt something was wrong.

Just now, although Ding Mo looked like he couldn't dodge in time, "couldn't dodge in time" and "not dodging" were still two different concepts!

He hadn't intended to dodge at all at the time.

Realizing something was wrong, Chu Chenfeng's expression shifted, and he was just about to call out a warning.

But he saw the uniformed soldiers who had been holding the Dagger Spears suddenly fall into a commotion.

Among the crowd, another person's face began to grow on the face of one of the soldiers!

"Hmm..." Two seconds later, the resurrected Ding Mo revealed an "as I expected" expression and said:

"Hello~ How are you all doing?"

Although he didn't know what kind of power this Villa No. 31 possessed that could actually grant a "Memory Body" flesh and blood, allowing it to resurrect.

But this actually helped Ding Mo!

Swish!

Before Ding Mo's voice had even faded, he was met with a dozen Dagger Spears—the terrified soldiers had launched a counterattack subconsciously!

His face twisted for a moment, and he died again.

"Hey!" Chu Chenfeng ran over and shouted to stop them:

"Are you looking for death? Don't just start attacking!!"

But it was already too late; a second person began to be eroded by Ding Mo.

Now, no one dared to move, but seeing this, Ding Mo smiled, used the Dagger Spear in this person's hand to aim at his own throat,

and stabbed it in fiercely.

In an instant, Ding Mo's smile stiffened; a look of pain and distortion appeared on his face, and his eyes bulged!

"Damn it! That hurts!"

He died again.

In the large living room, the crowd became restless once more.

Chu Chenfeng hurriedly commanded: "Quick, stop him! Stop him!"

Seeing "Ding Mo" growing on someone's face in the crowd again, everyone swarmed up, wanting to pin him down.

"Come on, kill me then. Aren't you trying to kill me? Why are you so reluctant to see me die?" Ding Mo clamored.

The crowd ignored him and pinned down Ding Mo's limbs.

But as the saying goes: it's hard for immortals to deal with those who roll on the ground!

Ding Mo was, after all, a man who had opened his Gene Lock; how could they possibly restrain him?

Not long after they pinned him down, Ding Mo retracted his bones, his right arm slipped out of the restraints, and then, with lightning speed, he drew the dagger from the soldier's waist and slashed it around a few times.

Several cold flashes streaked by!

Instantly, seven or eight throats were severed in response, and as blood sprayed, the rest were too terrified to pin him down anymore and fled directly from Ding Mo.

Seeing the others flee far away, Ding Mo indifferently raised the dagger and slashed his own throat again.

In the desperate gazes of the crowd, his eyes widened, he fell to the ground, and his hands clutched his neck as he convulsed.

And so, before long...

In a utility room of the villa, two people had fled here.

Glancing outside the door at the Ding Mo who hadn't followed, one of the women let out a breath and looked anxiously at Chu Chenfeng beside her:

"What do we do? Do you have any other ideas?"

"I..." Chu Chenfeng had just wanted to say something when he suddenly turned his head.

Just as the woman finished speaking, her face twisted! The eerie rule, so far, ignored distance, it just prioritized choosing closer humans!

A few seconds later,

Ding Mo looked at the Chu Chenfeng in front of him and revealed a smile.

"..." Chu Chenfeng was silent, but in the end, he also revealed a relieved smile:

"I really give up on you."

In the luxurious corridor, Ding Mo walked alone, strolling through it.

His sleeves were stained with a few drops of blood. The hard-style military cap was pressed onto his head, covering half of his face, revealing only an expressionless chin.

In this way, all the "Memory Bodies" had been cleared by him.

At the same time, the memories in his mind were clearer than ever, and he understood his own "past and present lives."

However, this story was a bit long, so he would leave it for later.

Now, he had to bring things here to a conclusion.

Soon, he went downstairs and arrived in the living room.

Here, blood flowed everywhere, and the carnage stirred up by the intense conflict had soaked the tablecloth, making it stick viscously to the tabletop.

Tomato juice and blood mixed together, smeared over the remaining or non-remaining food, giving it an eerie sense of refinement.

Ding Mo stood at the end of the Chang Zhuo, he slightly lifted his military cap, revealing his eyes from under the long brim,

and looked at Xiao Junfeng, who was still sitting in the main seat smiling.

Seeing Ding Mo return, Xiao Junfeng, who was amidst a pile of corpses, smiled and clapped his hands:

"Ah, what a wonderful game! I really had a great time playing today!"

"These people, will they 'come back'?" Ding Mo asked.

He stared at Xiao Junfeng, suddenly leaned down, and picked up a Dagger Spear. There was blood and tiny bits of flesh on the tip of the Dagger Spear, traces left behind when these people "took action" just now.

After weighing it in his hand for a moment, a voice came over.

At the head of the Chang Zhuo, Xiao Junfeng drank a glass of crimson wine upon hearing this, licked the red stain at the corner of his mouth excitedly, and said:

"Of course! They are such good playmates, didn't you all have a lot of fun playing too..."

Before his voice had even faded, a long spear struck like a meteor!

Ssh!!

It violently pierced through Xiao Junfeng's face, the latter's head knocked backward by the immense impact force,

and a large spray of blood splattered!

Ding Mo looked at Xiao Junfeng, who was temporarily motionless due to this strike, and couldn't help but rub his chin.

He certainly did not want these "Memory Body" to return,

however, this strike should not be able to kill this guy, might as well take advantage of this moment...

Ding Mo pulled down the Curtain and began to sense carefully—not bad, he wanted to teleport away directly, so he would not have to engage in any more useless maneuvering with this Guaishou.

Before long, an unprecedented "noise" resounded within the curtain!

Got it!

This time the "Curtain" duration had just ended, and Ding Mo was about to pull down the "Curtain" a second time to perform the teleportation.

But he discovered that something unusual had appeared on this guy Xiao Junfeng's body.

His torso was abnormally swollen, and from his abdomen beneath his clothes, screams emerged amidst the writhing—it was precisely the cries of the "brothers" from last night,

and not only that, from Xiao Junfeng's continuously expanding body, several heads grew out of him!

There were large-headed dead-skinned infants, small-headed horse-faced middle-aged men, and long-tongued long-haired women; all kinds of heads were emitting terrifying screams!

Ding Mo had just pulled down the Curtain when his ears hurt!

"So strong—!" He was secretly startled, then no longer hesitated and set the "Curtain" to vibrate.

Before long, he completely disappeared from the living room.

Leaving behind only a Guaishou, looking around in confusion, having grown several pairs of limbs and heads.

The void, still so empty.

Outside the world, Ding Mo was once again pulled by the sense of nothingness, yet joy could not help but well up in his heart.

Finally, he was going home!

Since he had transmigrated, several months had already passed.

Now, he had the memories of the "Ding Mo" of this world and the memories of the "Ding Mo" of his original world, and only then did he manage to sort out the cause of all this.

And the cause, while making him happy, also made him feel somewhat worried.

As things stood, he could finally confirm the matters from before his transmigration, and there were three important points:

One, his cognition had no issues; he was indeed a transmigrator!

Two, but before he transmigrated, he was actually, in theory, already dead!

Three, his original world also had strange things existing...

"..." Ding Mo had to admit that the first two points were fine, but the third point made him very dejected...

So, the world before he transmigrated was not some paradise either...

He was very certain that this was true, because it was these 'strange things' that had indirectly killed him!

With thoughts flying through his mind, Ding Mo fell toward that world...