Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

Under the bed, four shriveled and withered hands suddenly stretched out, gripping the floor tightly. Like reptiles, they used their hands to slightly prop up their bodies and move forward.

Squeak... squeak...

The arms were abnormally long, and the nails on them were even more deformed and slender. They rubbed against the floor, making a harsh, sharp sound.

Soon, two humanoid creatures crawled out from under Sakura and Rin's bed, their entire bodies exposed in the moonlight.

The two slowly stood up. Their bodies blocked the window. They were indeed the couple.

They had clearly never opened the door to enter, and should not have appeared here at all...

But that was just a human's perception of reality.

And Impostors were everywhere, ignoring space and time.

The blind spots in their prey's vision were all places they could go to at any time.

The female Impostor walked stiffly to the head of the bed, her messy hair falling onto the bed.

A very twisted smile hung on the corners of her mouth, her lips almost splitting.

The female Impostor lowered her head and stared at the sleeping Sakura. After a long half-minute of staring, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced by endless ferocity.

Her ten fingers restlessly twisted, bent, and shook.

Her body was like a flickering slide, existing for a moment and disappearing for a moment.

It was as if there was a BUG in the real world, the signal was bad, and the image of the Impostor was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

The male Impostor did not show a ferocious expression. He walked to the head of the bed, his head split open, and inside were hundreds of thousands of sharp teeth.

The brain matter stretched out, simulating a long tongue, constantly fumbling at the end of the bed, searching for human limbs.

Unfortunately, except for the heads exposed at the head of the bed, the other parts were hidden under the blanket.

After failing, the male Impostor returned to its original appearance and disappeared from the room.

And the woman changed again from a ferocious face. She smiled strangely, opened her mouth, and murmured in Sakura's voice, "Rin, Rin, wake up... it's not time to sleep yet..."

Sure enough, Rin's eyebrows trembled slightly. She had heard her "sister's" voice.

In the darkness, the female Impostor's face became more and more strange. Her body no longer twisted, and her existence was no longer blurry.

Only her smile became more strange, human-like, but not at all human.

"Rin, it's me, I'm Sakura, I'm your sister... I'm your sister Sakura."

"..."

Rin woke up. When she subconsciously wanted to open her eyes and respond, a sense of incongruity swept through her mind.

She dared not move, nor did she dare to speak. She could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

Her sister would never emphasize her name, let alone deliberately emphasize her identity.

Then the one calling her beside her was probably... an Impostor...

Once she opened her eyes, there would be no possibility of survival.

Thinking of this, Rin remained as she was, without gasping for breath, swallowing saliva, secretly opening her eyes, or moving her arms.

She had to be as usual...

"Rin, can't you hear your sister? Why don't you open your eyes?"

"..."

"Rin, I am your sister Sakura."

"..."

Rin did not reply, and the Impostor's tone gradually became anxious.

The flaw was exposed more obviously. The same lines were repeated over and over again, but she did not feel that there was a problem.

"Hee hee..."

The Impostor suddenly laughed, a very shrill laugh.

"Rin... you're actually awake, right? I saw your eyes move, you're awake... you're awake...!"

The Impostor's voice suddenly became louder. It leaned over, its twisted face getting closer and closer to the feigning sleep Rin on the bed.

The huge body blocked the moonlight shining in from the window, and a deep shadow covered Rin's face.

"..."

"..."

The ferocious expression gradually returned to calm. The female Impostor seemed to have lost her target. She wandered around the bed aimlessly. Finally, the footsteps gradually faded away, and the room was silent.

Was it over?

Rin dared not make any movement, not even secretly opening her eyes. In the darkness, she could not feel anything. Only fear still lingered in her mind, and did not dissipate for a long time.

Should I open my eyes and see?

Rin thought.

At this time, about twenty minutes had passed, and there was still no movement.

The request did not stipulate that she could not wake up halfway.

As long as she didn't go to bed early or stay up late.

Then she had to go to sleep later, otherwise she would be considered to have agreed to the request to stay up late.

Rin was a little confused, thinking about whether she should open her eyes to observe the situation in the room.

She couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything, and there was no sense of security at all.

Half a minute passed, and Rin dismissed this idea.

Because if she went to sleep now, nothing would happen, and she could live safely until tomorrow morning. She would just lack a little sense of security.

After all, some things, as long as they were not confirmed, would be like a fishbone stuck in the throat, with a huge stone hanging in the heart.

But a hanging huge stone was better than a huge stone falling down.

To abandon the actual safety of reality for the so-called sense of security, it was not worth it to lose a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed.

Rin emptied her body, relaxed her tense nerves, her consciousness gradually became blurry, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

"..."

Creak—

Creak—

The sound of joints twisting sounded again, and this time, the source of the sound was not by the bed, nor at the door.

But on the ceiling...

On the ceiling, the couple were like spiders, their four limbs sticking tightly to the ceiling. Their heads rotated 180 degrees, and a very strange smile hung on the corners of their mouths, like an Afghan hound showing a human-like smile.

They were facing the sleeping Rin and Sakura on the bed...

Their four limbs twisted from time to time, making a creepy sound. Their eyes stared at the originally wavering Rin.

Unfortunately, they couldn't wait for Rin to open her eyes.

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Next door, Li Mo was about to be unable to keep his eyes open.

"I say... Sister Beichen, can I go to sleep now?" Li Mo sat on the sofa with a haggard face.

It was already five in the morning. If he didn't go to sleep, he would have to sleep for a whole morning at school, and then be called out by the teacher, waking up and sleeping, sleeping and waking up.

He wouldn't have slept well, and he wouldn't have learned anything.

Although he didn't care about his grades...

Beichen glanced out the window, her voice calm, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up for school tomorrow morning."

Li Mo stood up with difficulty and walked towards his room in a daze, "I can finally sleep."

He really couldn't stand watching TV with Beichen all night. He would take advantage of the few hours before school to catch up on sleep.

Sleeping was better than not sleeping.

Beichen stood up and walked to the door. After confirming that Li Mo had left, she went to the roof alone and observed the scene in the room next door through the window.

Apart from the slightly twisted and blurry picture, there seemed to be no strange things in the room.

But just believing in vision was a very stupid judgment. Different ghosts had to be inferred from different aspects.

"It's fine as long as you're not dead," Beichen drew Sakura Blizzard, aimed it at Sakura and Rin's room. The blade trembled three times and then there was no movement.

"Three ghosts."

Beichen narrowed her eyes, and her deep purple pupils rippled with a faint vermilion.

Apart from the couple who had been confirmed, who was the extra ghost?

"According to all the information about Impostors, although different types of Impostors have different fraudulent rules, the final result is no different, all roads lead to the same destination."

"Sakura and Rin either both become Impostors, or neither of them is assimilated. There will not be a situation where one survives and one is replaced."

"There is another ghost in that house that I haven't confirmed, or... is it the white-haired woman from last night."

Beichen fell into deep thought, looking down and unconsciously stroking the blade. The mirror-like blade reflected a beautiful face in its prime.

She didn't think that the white-haired woman from last night would stay there.

This was a gut feeling, without any basis.

"What is its ultimate goal?" Beichen said to herself.

A ghost with human intelligence, first of all, one must know the degree of its intelligence.

The low-level ones were just good at setting traps, using words to deceive, and disguising their true identities.

This type only knew some human common sense, but no matter what method they used, it was easy to expose their true identity.

Because the motive was too obvious.

Just like the couple who had just been replaced by Impostors, no matter how close their appearance, words, and actions were to real living people.

But as long as others came into contact with them, they would instantly feel that something was wrong.

After understanding their rules, the motive was too obvious.

Especially since they had just been replaced, the degree of disguise was not yet perfect. If it was an Impostor who had been lurking in human society for more than a year...

Even Beichen could not guarantee that she would be able to judge it, and even the cursed blade might not have a reaction.

They had observed too many people, no longer imitating according to the standards of the general public, but in an all-round way, without any omission.

Because at this stage, the Impostors even considered themselves to be real humans. When a living person agreed to their request, they would not be replaced immediately the next day, but would live as a living person for the time being, until the Impostor realized their abnormality on a certain day in the future, and everyone who had agreed to its request would...

That white-haired woman was right. In a sense, human society was already dead in name.

How many normal people were left in the high-level?

It was unclear, but probably not many.

What if when the Herrscher descended, during the fight against the Honkai, the soldiers suddenly turned into Impostors...

"...I also want to know, what is the method you speak of," Beichen looked up at the boundless night sky and whispered.

MEI had said she had a way, but... what exactly was the way, and where to break the situation...

Beichen couldn't figure it out. She had never been good at thinking.

It wasn't important. She just needed to do what she should do, protect Li Mo until that day came, and fulfill her mission.

Beichen rarely showed a dim look, "Everyone will die. Death is for the next time to better find the meaning of life and prevent tragedy from happening again. Although... the track of fate has never changed."

"There's not much I can do."

Beichen drew her sword, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Her surroundings had fallen into a swamp-like silence and emptiness. The space was bending, and something was faintly crawling out of the darkness.

The first time she sensed the bizarre aura, Beichen entered a combat state.

"Miss, do you want flowers?"

A voice of request came from nowhere. Beichen looked around but could not find the source of the voice.

It was just that a few scarlet roses inexplicably appeared at her feet, as vivid as blood. Before long, a pungent smell spread into the air.

The ground seemed to grow blood vessels, strands and wisps, and black-red blood flowed inside.

The blood vessels became more and more obvious, spreading out from Beichen as the center.

Beichen held her sword with one hand, her voice cold, "The flowers and you, both stay."

As her voice fell, a sharp blade light slashed forward, but the blade light bounced back and forth in this space, without any blind spots.

The roses on the ground were cut, and the endless flowers all withered and dissipated.

"Miss, you don't need flowers... you will... become a flower."

The owner of the voice seemed to be timid. The bizarre aura quickly dimmed, wanting to escape.

The surrounding environment returned to its original appearance.

Beichen suddenly turned around. Her blood-red eyes were like a viper, and her cold gaze was tightly wrapped around the flower-delivering ghost who was about to escape.

"I didn't say you could go."

A flash step without a sound. In an instant, a bloodstain was cut out of the darkness. Along with a wicked laugh from the flower-delivering ghost, the bizarre aura completely disappeared.

"..."

Crimson-Dyed Sakura was returned to its scabbard. A blood rose appeared on Beichen's right arm. She tried to pick it with her left hand.

But it ended in failure.

The blood rose seemed to have become a part of her body, similar to the connection between a person and their heart. Forcibly picking it would only kill herself.

A large amount of pollution had accumulated on it. The bizarre pollution seeped into her blood and spread to all parts of her body.

Before long, this flower would turn her into the next flower-delivering ghost.

"Flower-delivering ghost: disguises as the relatives, lovers, and acquaintances in one's memory, and will send out the flowers in its hand. Once a living person accepts this flower, a corresponding flower will grow on their body. The flower on the body is directly connected to the heart and cannot be directly removed."

"After that, there are only two choices: one is to sit and wait for death, waiting for the flower to erode the body, then the consciousness and personality, until they are assimilated into a flower-delivering ghost."

"The second choice is..."

Beichen glanced down. The flower shop was already closed. It was too late to buy roses now.

But it wouldn't be too late to buy them during the day.

"To keep eating the corresponding flowers, which can delay the assimilation process."

"This is the reason for the frequent population disappearances in big cities recently."

Beichen rubbed the hair at her temples. She should have kept the other party for a while longer, at least to see their appearance clearly before striking, to verify the accuracy of the information.

But since she had already killed, she couldn't care so much.

There was more than one flower-delivering ghost. Ghosts with assimilation abilities were not that rare.

Although she had not triggered the assimilation rule, due to the rule of the cursed blade Crimson-Dyed Sakura, the host had to bear all the pollution of the killed target, so it was inevitable that a flower would grow on her body.

This blade could cut down anything, including ghosts, but the price was that the host would become the same existence. In other words... if someone killed a ghost with this blade, then the "end game" must be to become its kind, a ghost with no emotions that only followed rules.

Without exception.

"..."

"It doesn't matter."

Beichen rearranged her clothes. The pollution she had endured was not just this. Her soul was in Irene's nether lamp. Even if her body was riddled with holes, it would not affect her ability to continue to control the ghost's body with a human heart.

The flower-delivering ghost was nothing in a body full of bizarre things.

But...

the nether lamp would eventually be extinguished.