"Hey, bro! Don't be in a daze when you're walking. Watch the road carefully..."
The one shouting was Li Mo's elder sister. She always cared about Li Mo like a mother, even though all she got in return was her younger brother's indifference.
As a teenager, Li Mo didn't have the vitality that his peers should have. Maybe the high pressure of studies can crush people's will, but Li Mo's lack of emotions definitely wasn't caused by studying hard with tears in his eyes.
Going back and forth on the same road every day was what he had to do, and being laughed at by others was a common occurrence. Even he himself didn't understand why he was like this.
Li Mo had no complaints about everything in his current life. He had never even expressed any emotions. He was living like a robot.
It seemed that he was missing something very important, something that was like a detector of whether a person was happy or not. His emotional indifference had turned him into a numb animal, surviving amidst the mockery of others.
Li Mo walked into the classroom amidst the laughter and jeers of others. His desk had been scribbled all over with a marker pen, turning it into a so-called "work of art", and there was even some excrement from someone's nose on it.
Li Mo sat on his chair. The chair, which was made by piecing together iron and wood, creaked loudly. Even though Li Mo sat upright all the time, he couldn't stop the final wail of this old and worn-out desk and chair before it was about to fall apart.
"Hey! Li Mo, if you dare to shake that broken chair of yours again, get out and stand! Seriously..."
Li Mo lowered his head, trying to steady his body to adapt to this antique piece of furniture and minimize the noise he made. Unfortunately, someone had tampered with the chair he was sitting on. Most of the screws that should have been on the chair were gone. Before he could react, the chair fell apart.
The teacher on the podium glared angrily at Li Mo, who had fallen to the ground. She couldn't tolerate a poor student making noise in class. The chalk in her hand was thrown mercilessly at Li Mo's forehead as he just stood up. There were faint chuckles of schadenfreude in the classroom.
The teacher raised her finger and pointed towards the classroom door. She was in a really bad mood at the moment.
"Li Mo! Get out and stand! Don't fucking disgust me here!"
The way Li Mo indifferently carried out the order gave her the illusion of commanding a robot.
Just as Li Mo was about to leave the classroom, the classroom door was kicked open by a mysterious person wearing a black cloak. He kicked Li Mo, who was standing at the door, to the back of the classroom. The teacher's hand, which had just been pointing at the door, was chopped off by the mysterious person with a knife. The teacher let out a scream of pain and fear, and the whole class of students was in chaos at this moment.
"Hey! Who has a mobile phone..."
Before the teacher could finish her words, her body was split vertically into two halves. Losing her support, she fell to the ground, and her blood and internal organs spilled out, staining the floor red.
These students weren't fools. The moment the teacher's arm was cut off, they started to take measures to protect themselves. They tried to open the back door of the classroom. Unfortunately, these poor victims found that even though the back door wasn't locked and the doorknob could turn normally, this damned door just couldn't be opened. Maybe it would work if they tried to smash it open... Unfortunately, even though the wooden door of the classroom was an old and shabby one that hadn't been changed for decades, it seemed that it couldn't be opened at the moment...
Some people also tried to call the police using the mobile phone they had secretly brought with them. Unfortunately, ever since the teacher died, there was no signal in this classroom. The butcher didn't want to be interrupted by the outside world while he was working. He would enjoy this process alone.
Countless black, sharp tentacles like roots extended from under the mysterious person's cloak. They spread rapidly with the mysterious person as the center, just like roots growing in the opposite direction.
The students in the class weren't fools. They knew that it was better not to touch these black, indescribable things, otherwise, the fate of the teacher's corpse lying on the ground would be theirs.
The black tentacles suddenly stopped growing. The mysterious person scanned the terrified prey cowering in the corners, and then lowered his head. The tips of those tentacles that had stopped growing changed their directions under the control of the mysterious person, and then shot out and extended like bullets.
At this moment, Li Mo was standing at his seat, staring at the mysterious person. He had lost the right to be afraid. He didn't even have a reason to run away like the other students. Li Mo despised death.
Those sharp tentacles pierced the bodies of the students who were dodging instinctively out of the instinct for survival. Some people were lucky. The tentacles pierced through their heads, and they died easily. But some people weren't so lucky. The tentacles pierced into their trunks and limbs. These poor victims were torn, dragged, dismembered, and taken apart by those black tentacles that had pierced through their bodies... Some students' limbs and trunks were torn off by the tentacles and used as paintbrushes to offer a beautiful red color to the classroom walls.
The smell of blood and flesh, along with the faint stench of excrement that flowed out due to the tearing of limbs, filled the entire classroom. Any normal person would definitely vomit if they took a breath of this air.
Li Mo wasn't very lucky. In this massacre, he was hit by four tentacles. First, one tentacle pierced into his abdomen and pinned him to the classroom wall. Then the remaining three tentacles pierced through his legs and left hand. Then, under the strong force, his limbs were torn off forcefully. The only limb left connected to his trunk was his solitary right arm.
At this moment, Li Mo was the only living person left in the whole classroom. The mysterious person looked at him. Although Li Mo couldn't see the mysterious person's eyes, it seemed that he was very excited from the sound of his voice.
"I didn't expect... Heehee... I really didn't expect it. I was just practicing... and I actually met the last one..."
It seemed that the mysterious person had lost his desire to massacre. The extended tentacles slowly retracted back under the mysterious person's cloak. Li Mo, having lost his support, slid down against the wall and landed on the ground. Losing his legs made it difficult for him to move, and he could only watch as the mysterious person walked towards him unhurriedly.
"Sure enough... You're exactly the same as in your previous life... Whether it's... or that eyepatch covering your left eye..."
Li Mo had lost a lot of blood. Now it was very difficult for him to hear clearly what the person in front of him was saying. Even his consciousness was becoming weak, and it was extremely difficult for him to think.
But Li Mo could sense that the voice he had just heard wasn't coming from the mysterious person. It seemed to have emerged in his own head.
"Hehe... Well, it's time to get down to business... There's no need for you to refuse. You don't have a choice... The last 'Replacement'."
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[How long has it been... I didn't die. I survived.]
Li Mo was sitting on the hospital bed. His limbs that should have been torn off were now intact, as if the massacre in the classroom had never happened...
Yes, it really hadn't happened. His elder sister said that Li Mo had fainted in the abandoned classroom at school. His teacher had immediately called an ambulance when she found him. Until he woke up on the hospital bed, the strange experiences he had gone through had never actually happened. Even the class he was in and the classmates he went to school with had never existed...
Li Mo looked at his right hand and found a red skull mark the size of a one-yuan coin on the back of his hand.