Monument of Life and Death

  The Taoist priest pushed open the door, and looked out of the door with his probe.

   There was no surprise at all, the outside world was still as dark and dense as before. The Taoist priest looked to the left and right, and there was no danger for the time being.

   "Let's go," the Taoist priest led Li Muyuan and Luo Jiutian out of the door, stretched his backhand to Luo Jiutian, and said, "Jiutian, give me that dress."

   "Ah?..." Luo Jiutian was stunned, "Why? Daoist, what's wrong?"

  The Taoist priest didn't speak, only smiled mysteriously, and took the white robe from Luo Jiutian's hand without saying a word.

   "The Taoist chief is worried that this dress will have a bad influence on you," Li Muyuan said to the confused Luo Jiutian, "You just appreciate it."

   "But..." Luo Jiutian just wanted to refute, but suddenly felt a wave of sadness.

  He suddenly thought that the Taoist priest was the one who swallowed the soul-returning seed.

  Maybe in the eyes of the Taoist leader himself, he is already an indifferent person.

  It doesn't matter if you get hurt, even if you die...

  Luo Jiutian pondered sadly and depressedly for a long time how to refute Daoist Priest's secret thought, but before he could organize his words, suddenly, Daoist Priest gasped.

  Luo Jiutian and Li Muyuan looked at the Taoist priest nervously.

   Daoist Chief frowned tightly, and a thin layer of sweat even oozes from his forehead. After feeling the eyes of the two, Daoist Chief raised his head with difficulty, and immediately, his gaze turned to his right arm.

  The white dress is hanging there.

   "Clothes...what's wrong with this clothes?" Luo Jiutian asked eagerly, "Master Dao, return the clothes to me quickly!"

   Daochang shook his right arm, he didn't return the clothes to Luo Jiutian, but threw it directly on the ground.

   Li Muyuan stared at the Taoist priest's trembling right hand.

   "My God..." Li Muyuan grabbed the palm of the Taoist priest's right hand, "What's going on? I got burned..."

  A large piece of bright red scald marks suddenly appeared on the tiger's mouth of Dao Chang's right hand. The scar was new, and there was even faint white smoke rising from it.

  Luo Jiutian gritted his teeth and looked at Taoist Master's hand, with a trace of anger in his eyes. He pursed his lips and bent down to pick up the dress.

   "Jiu Tian, ​​don't!" The Taoist stopped him hastily, "It will burn you!"

  Luo Jiutian's hand paused in mid-air, Li Muyuan looked at it, grabbed Luo Jiutian's collar, and pulled him back.

   "Come back in nine days," Li Muyuan said calmly, "You support the Taoist priest, and I will find the medicine."

  Luo Jiutian stared fiercely at the white clothes, while holding the Taoist priest's hand, he asked with concern, "Taoist priest, are you alright?"

   "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry," the Taoist priest comforted the two instead, "That dress is very strange."

   "What happened?" Li Muyuan took out a few things from the medicine box and asked, "Is it just a simple burn? Daoist, how do you feel?"

   "It should be just a simple burn," the Taoist leader nodded, "When I just took over the white clothes, I felt that there seemed to be some warmth on the clothes. At that time, I thought it was the residual temperature of Jiu Tian's body."

   "Actually?" Li Muyuan pulled off the stopper of the medicine bottle, and applied the transparent ointment in the medicine bottle to the Taoist priest's scar.

   "Actually, the clothes are gradually heating up," Dao Chang said, "I was burned by it."

   "Fever?" Li Muyuan looked at Luo Jiutian.

  Luo Jiutian shook his head and said blankly, "I don't feel it."

   After applying the medicine, Li Muyuan thought for a while, then squatted down and approached the clothes.

   Before he was completely close to the clothes, he felt the temperature from the white clothes.

   "It's really hot," Li Muyuan didn't get scalded foolishly, "It's really weird, how could it be hot?"

  Luo Jiutian blew a few times on the Taoist priest's hand, and then came to the side of the white clothes with a dissatisfied face, stared at the clothes for a long time, and after half a minute, he quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

   Before Li Muyuan and the Daoist’s astonished obstruction ended, Luo Jiutian grabbed the white clothes and stood up.

   "I really didn't feel the heat," Luo Jiutian turned around while holding the clothes, "Is it my problem or the clothes' problem?"

   "It should... be your problem," Li Muyuan only tried a little, but was forced back by the heat rolling out from the surroundings of the white clothes, "Both the Taoist priest and I can feel it."

   "What the **** is this?" Luo Jiutian complained.

   "Fever..." the Taoist priest murmured, "Do you feel that this fever process is like some kind of...alarm?"

  ***

  With indiscriminate hatred for the whole world, Xiaolan struggled and flew to the magic circle on the roof.

  The air rubbed against her ears, and amidst the deafening friction, Xiaolan clearly heard Yi Nian's last words to her.

   "Sleep..."

  Sleep ass!

  Xiaolan feels that if she dies now, it must be an unsatisfactory death.

  Maybe he will become a ghost.

   Soon, Xiaolan was stuck to the ceiling with a bang. With her back to the ceiling, she could only see Yi Nian on the ground looking up at herself.

  The key curse target is gesturing desperately at her.

   With one thought, put your palms together and stick them to your ears.

  Does this mean...sleep?

  He wants to sleep?

  Xiaolan immediately became angry and wanted to curse someone when she opened her mouth.

   At this time, he still wants to sleep. Does he really care about my life?

  Xiaolan just opened her mouth, but what broke out of her mouth before the swear words was a violent cough.

   Along with coughing, she felt her organs tremble.

  After the cough stopped, the visceral tremor did not stop.

  There is something surging in my body.

  Xiaolan pressed her stomach, and through the skin, she could obviously feel the things inside wriggling.

  Xiaolan almost spit it out.

  According to Yi Nian, I have become a container for resurrection. Could it be that... the thing that is about to be resurrected is in the stomach?

  Damn it, don't even know what that is.

  Xiaolan was cursing, impotent and furious, she stared at the ground for a while, and gradually felt that the world in front of her eyes was beginning to blur.

  At first, she thought that the condition in her body had spread to her eyes, but soon, Xiaolan discovered the real reason for the blur.

  I am sleepy.

  Damn it!

  Xiaolan yawned angrily.

   At this critical moment, I was actually sleepy.

   Now, Xiaolan has added herself to Xiaolan's indiscriminate abuse list.

  The eyes are sour, and the eyelids are heavy.

  Really...to no avail...

  Xiaolan closed her eyes, opened them firmly, closed them again, and opened them again... After repeating this several times, the poor little girl, with a hazy and unwilling sleeping face, fell asleep with tears in her eyes.

  ***