My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo.

He emerged from the darkness.

As Yin Xue watched his retreating figure, her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Why are you so late...?"

Her voice was hoarse, even tinged with a sob.

"I almost..."

Lin Mo smiled and said, "I thought you could hold out a little longer."

Yin Xue pouted, clearly angered by Lin Mo's words.

Lin Mo reached out and gently lifted her out of the mud.

"It's alright now."

His voice was calm, but the way he held her was very gentle.

Yin Xue lay in his palm, her whole body still trembling.

She closed her eyes and buried her face in his palm.

After a long while, he muttered a curse:

"asshole."

The two heroes exchanged a glance upon seeing this.

They saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

run.

Without any hesitation, the two turned around at the same time and ran in opposite directions!

Their speed was astonishing; a shockwave erupted beneath their feet, propelling them more than ten meters forward in an instant.

Those who are level 60 or above, when they flee desperately, are faster than frightened wild beasts.

But no matter how fast it is, it can't outrun the light of a sword.

Lin Mo didn't even look at them.

He just waved his hand casually.

The black sword drew an invisible arc in the air.

The two men were still running, their heads already separated from their bodies.

The headless corpse ran a few more steps due to inertia before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Blood spread out like two dark flowers on the black swamp.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword.

The last drop of blood slid off the sword and seeped into the black soil.

The two headless corpses twitched a few times on the ground, then remained completely still.

Yin Xue lay in his palm, panting heavily.

That scream had exhausted her last bit of strength, and now she was as limp as a lump of mud.

It took her a while to recover. She raised her head and looked around with her bloodshot eyes.

"Where's Mianmian?"

Lin Mo paused for a moment.

"She was swept away by the spatial turbulence."

Lin Mo's voice was calm.

"I can sense her location; she's farther away."

Yin Xue frowned.

"If I'm like this, then the child's situation must be even worse."

As she spoke, her little paws gripped Lin Mo's collar tightly.

"We must find her immediately."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Um."

He carefully placed the blood into his collar.

That position allows her to lie down without being crushed.

It's warm and safe there.

"Don't move around, get some rest."

Lin Mo said to Yin Xue.

Yin Xue wanted to say something more, but he was too tired.

She simply hummed in agreement, then closed her eyes.

Lin Mo stood up and determined the direction.

The connection between souls is still there.

The faint connection came from the southeast, and it was clearer than before.

Mianmian is still alive, and somewhere, motionless.

He took a deep breath and walked in that direction.

It was a very vague feeling, like an invisible thread extending from his heart and disappearing somewhere in the north. From the other end of the thread, a faint, lingering breath could be heard.

He quickened his pace.

……

He saw a lot along the way.

Undead creatures.

They are different from the dead.

The dead are spirits, semi-transparent, and elusive.

And these undead creatures—they have physical forms.

Rotten muscles, dried-up skin, exposed bones.

Some resemble humans, some resemble beasts, and some are twisted combinations of humans and beasts.

A monster more than three meters tall walked past him, with six arms, each holding a rusty knife.

Its face is human, but its mouth is sewn shut, and only its eyes are still moving, staring blankly into the void.

There was also a group of things that looked like dogs, but each one was as big as a cow.

Their skin was half rotten, revealing their decaying internal organs underneath. When they ran, those organs swayed inside their bodies, making a nauseating gurgling sound.

Lin Mo walked through them without changing his expression.

The black swords were swung, one, two, ten.

The monsters were cut to pieces before they could even get close.

Interestingly, killing them yields an unusually large amount of experience points.

It has almost twice as many as normal monsters of the same level.

Lin Mo glanced at the attribute panel; the experience bar had jumped forward a little more.

No wonder so many people are eager to enter this secret realm.

Besides the undead creatures, he encountered other things as well.

Participants from various countries.

The first one was a team of elves.

Upon seeing Lin Mo from afar, they immediately gripped their weapons warily, but did not launch an attack.

Lin Mo ignored them and walked past them.

The elves stared at his retreating figure for a long time until he disappeared into the darkness, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

The second time it was three reptilians.

They were besieging a huge undead creature when they saw Lin Mo approaching, and one of the lizardmen hissed threateningly.

Lin Mo bypassed them.

The third group was a group of dwarves, sitting around a campfire roasting meat—no one knew where the meat came from.

When they saw Lin Mo, they raised their glasses and shouted something to him, probably inviting him to come over and sit down.

Lin Mo shook his head and continued walking forward.

Humans have also encountered some.

There are holy kingdoms with towers, and other small countries as well.

Some of them were fighting, some were resting, and some were arguing.

No one bothered Lin Mo.

His black robe and black sword were so striking that they made people reluctant to approach him.

Lin Mo was happy to have some peace and quiet.

He simply continued on his way while feeling his mental energy slowly recover.

The feeling was like a dried-up riverbed receiving water again, seeping out bit by bit, strand by strand, from deep within the body.

Although it's slow, it is indeed recovering.

The distance between them is getting closer and closer.

That faint fluctuation of the soul became increasingly clear.

Finally, after passing through a dark, withered forest, Lin Mo stopped.

Before me lay a vast cemetery.

He stood at the edge of the cemetery, looking out as far as the eye could see.

Countless tombstones loomed in the darkness, some crooked, some collapsed, and some broken into pieces.

The graves vary in size; some are as big as hills, while others are as small as mounds of earth.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and death, so strong it was almost suffocating.

The dark red light in the sky occasionally flickered, illuminating the blurry words on the tombstones.

It wasn't any language Lin Mo recognized; it was distorted, bizarre, as if carved from bone.

At the entrance to the cemetery...

There were quite a few people gathered there.

Lin Mo counted them; there were about twenty.

There were humans, elves, dwarves, and even a few orcs.

They stood in small groups, some talking in hushed tones, some checking their weapons, and some staring intently into the depths of the graveyard, as if waiting for something.

Lin Mo's heart sank.

The lingering scent emanates from deep within this cemetery.

Has she been discovered?