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

Guided by the Dark Elf leader, Lin Mo headed towards a floating island.

The distance between the two floating islands was about several tens of feet, and below them was a bottomless, colorful void.

Ghosts can float across islands, but Lin Mo, with his physical abilities, can simply jump across.

The only downside is that he hasn't received much training, so his movements aren't very aesthetically pleasing.

He shot out like a cannonball, landing steadily on another floating island, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the dust had settled, he shot out again.

During this process, he was surprised to find that these floating islands were extremely sturdy, completely different from the land on the mainland, and seemed to be formed by the condensation of laws.

Finally, Lin Mo landed on a floating island with a diameter of thirty to forty kilometers.

He straightened up, dusted off his black robe, and shook his head.

"We need to find a means of transportation. This place is full of floating islands, and hopping around is too inefficient."

The dark elf leader floated to his side and pointed to a spot not far ahead: "My lord, that's it."

Lin Mo followed the shadow's finger and looked in that direction.

Before us lay a village of low wooden houses.

The rough log walls were blackened by the wind, and the roof was covered with dry thatch.

The village is quite large and can accommodate several thousand people.

The houses were arranged without any planning, like a pile of building blocks casually thrown on the island.

In the center of the village, there is a wide dirt road, at the end of which stands a huge clock.

The clock's base was deeply embedded in the rocky ground, as if it had grown directly from the earth.

The outer shell is made of some kind of dark gray metal, and its surface is covered with densely packed unknown runes.

The pointer is a thick, bone-white rod that is slowly moving from one engraving to the next.

A deep chime is emitted with each move.

"Don't run!"

"Ah! You killed my wife!"

"I've disliked you for a long time!"

……

Shouts of fighting and killing came from deep within the village, mixed with a few sharp screams and wild roars.

"Shadow said in a low voice."

"It looks like the Purge Day has begun; they're starting the Purge Day according to that clock..."

He then pointed to the clock at the end of the road.

"The clock seems to have grown out of the ground, as if it were part of the island."

Lin Mo glanced at the clock and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. I just came to ask about the situation."

Shadow hesitated for a moment, then spoke up to offer a reminder.

"My lord, I think they are probably not able to calm down right now. After all, they are either busy protecting themselves or busy killing people."

"I have a way."

Lin Mo said this and strode into the village.

Just as his feet touched the wide dirt road in the village.

A figure stumbled out from behind a wooden house by the roadside.

It was a girl, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

She was slender and beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, and her features were so delicate that they didn't seem like the kind of appearance one would expect from someone raised in such a dilapidated village.

She wore a coarse linen skirt, the hem of which was soaked with mud and water, clinging tightly to her fair calves. Her running posture was unsteady and pitiful.

The moment she saw Lin Mo, her eyes lit up with an overwhelming joy, as if she had grasped a lifeline, and she shouted in a voice trembling with tears.

"Help me! Help me! Someone's trying to kill me!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks, adding to her beauty.

But what she was most concerned about now was that several burly men rushed out from behind her.

The leader was carrying a rusty hoe, shirtless, with rough totem patterns etched on his chest muscles.

Another person was holding a sickle, the blade still dripping with someone's blood.

The third one carried a sharpened wooden stick, his steps heavy and hurried, making a thud on the dirt road.

"Don't run away! Let us brothers have some fun, and we'll give you a quick death!"

The burly man with the hoe lewdly shouted, spittle flying from between his missing front teeth.

The tall, thin man with the sickle joined in the commotion, his voice shrill: "Haha, there are even outsiders today?! Another one to kill!"

The man carrying the wooden stick grinned nonchalantly.

"Could I go first? I've liked her for a long time, you know that, hehehe..."

Lin Mo looked at them with a calm expression.

The look in his eyes was no different from that of a spectator watching stray dogs fighting on the roadside.

The girl stumbled and ran to Lin Mo, her legs went weak, and she grabbed the cuffs of his black robe with both hands, looking up at him with her almond-shaped eyes that shimmered with water.

The girl's lips trembled slightly with fear, her voice broken and urgent: "Save me... I... I'll give you anything, please..."

Her fingers climbed up Lin Mo's sleeve, the movement natural and gentle, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

Click.

Lin Mo grabbed her by the neck.

The woman's pupils contracted as she stared intently at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't give her a chance to react.

Before the shock could even show on her face, before she could even let out a scream, her cervical vertebrae had already been snapped.

Her head was tilted to one side at an unnatural angle, her almond-shaped eyes still glistening with tears, but her pupils were already dilated.

Lin Mo released his grip, and the corpse slumped to the ground, its coarse linen skirt spread out in the mud like a crushed flower.

The burly men chasing her stopped abruptly, their lewd smiles freezing on their faces.

The man with the hoe gaped, the hoe slipping off his shoulder and hitting his own foot. He seemed completely oblivious to the pain, staring intently at the limp corpse on the ground.

He scratched his head: "Wha...what happened? The boss was killed?"

The tall, thin man lowered his sickle, his expression shifting from arrogance to bewilderment: "This trick has never failed—no one has ever been able to see through it..."

The man with the wooden stick stammered, "Yeah, the boss pretends to be a victim first, gets close to the outsiders, and then ambushes them. We all gang up on them and take care of them... It's never gone wrong before, but today..."

After a suffocating silence, the burly man with the hoe struggled to look away from the corpse and at the black-robed human in front of him.

He instinctively took a half step back, his voice dry and confused: "How...how did you know we were in cahoots?"

Lin Mo shrugged.

The movements were very light, as if answering a trivial question.

"I don't know, I just wanted to kill her."

The burly men remained silent for several seconds.

We looked at each other, then looked back at Lin Mo.

They finally realized that this wasn't some kind of scheme that had been exposed at all.

The outsider in front of him didn't care whether the woman was a victim or bait.

He killed her simply because he wanted to.

And that was precisely Lin Mo's solution.

Anyway, I'm just here to ask questions.

What's the difference between having only one person left in your village and having a hundred people left?

Just keep one that can talk.