Monument of Life and Death

  The pot was thrown back again.

  Xiaolan couldn't bear to face everyone's expectations, so she could only pretend not to see their eyes.

   "But I... can't..."

   "Feeling," Qin Yin touched Xiaolan's head and said seriously, "The important thing is feeling."

   "Sister Xiaoyin, why are you starting to speak such abstract words?" Xiaolan said dissatisfiedly, "Don't learn from Taoist priest, okay?"

  The Taoist leader was too lazy to complain, and just looked at Xiaolan quietly, which directly doubled Xiaolan's psychological pressure.

   "I can't help it," Qin Yin said, "Xiao Lan, there are no standard answers to many things."

  The problem suddenly jumped into the field of philosophy.

  Xiaolan blinked her big ignorant eyes, looking back and forth at the adults in front of her.

  This world is not as simple as I thought - the enemy showed his abilities in front of him, and then he was easily copied by himself - such a thing has not happened for a long time.

  Xiaolan realized this problem unexpectedly.

  The answer is simple, they have been figured out by the enemy.

   Xiaolan suddenly felt a little powerless.

  If this is the case... what role do I have?

   "Xiaolan...Xiaolan?" Qin Yin stretched out his hand and waved in front of Xiaolan's eyes, "What are you in a daze for?"

  Xiaolan slowly moved her gaze back from the original space, "Miss Xiaoyin, I don't know how to do it."

  Qin Yin and Daochang glanced at each other.

  The current situation of this child is a bit worrying.

  Xiaolan's eyes were dull, and her voice was weak, as if she had suffered some serious trauma.

   "Xiaolan, are you okay?"

  Xiaolan shook her head weakly, but her thoughts had wandered to nowhere.

  ***

  Xia Hua walked forward in a daze.

  The scene around her kept changing, and Xia Hua didn't know where she had gone.

   Only her.

  Her chaotic mind was filled with Zhou Ye's last words to her.

   "Sister Xia Hua, everything you see...is actually fake..."

   "Including me...also fake..."

   "Sister Xia Hua... escape...Only you can escape..."

   But where am I going to escape?

   What is true and what is false?

  Xia Hua could feel the insect print on her chest faintly heating up.

  The life bug felt its own helplessness, and it wanted to come out to help itself.

   But do I need help?

  Xia Hua shook her head wildly.

   I don’t know, I don’t know anything now.

but…

  Xia Hua stopped suddenly and looked down at her chest.

  However, his life worm was resurrected, this is what really happened.

  If Weeknight is fake, how did all this happen?

  Xia Hua turned her head and looked at the world behind her.

  There was a slowly flowing gray mist floating there, and everything in the distance was shrouded in mist.

  The shadow of Zhou Ye has long since disappeared.

  Just like that, I left Zhou Ye alone, isn’t it true?

  Zhou Ye said, let yourself find the real exit by feeling.

  The only feeling I have now is confusion.

  I still haven't found the answers to many questions.

  Xia Hua took a deep breath.

  It's like... back to my childhood.

  At that time, when I stood in front of countless bugs for the first time, waiting for one of them to slowly crawl over and become my partner.

  What she waited for was the symbol of the head of the house—a snake.

  She never understood.

  Why me?

  Those questions, the confusion at that time, have become the dust and smoke of the years with the passage of time, sometimes echoing in the bottom of my heart, but they will not bring me any new feelings.

  Xia Hua always thought it was because she had grown up.

Is it really?

   For the first time in so many years, Xia Hua seemed to face this point squarely.

   It turns out that it is not growth, but numbness.

  I no longer care about the answers to many questions.

  Because I knew that no matter how tangled I was, no one could tell me the answer, so I gradually gave up exploring.

   This time, it was the same again.

  Do you still want to give up?

  Do you still want to escape?

  Xia Hua's actions were already one step ahead of her brain, giving herself the answer.

  She walked back along the way she came.

  She ran.

  She ran desperately, the gray mist flew past her ears, Xia Hua listened to the whistling wind pouring into her eardrums, wanted to laugh out loud, and wanted to cry loudly.

Answer.

   At least this time, I want to figure it out.

  ***

  Jasmine stood in the dead silence.

  She is not afraid of the dark. Ever since she lost her eyes, Jasmine felt that the darkness was not something that she could not bear for the first time.

  In the darkness, every nerve in Jasmine's body can be released. Like their master, they are keenly dormant and feel cautiously.

  Jasmine even started to fall in love with the darkness.

  Sounds, smells, moving air...everything is her source of information.

  Jasmine enjoyed this feeling very much.

   But, right now, nothing.

  Jasmine gently turned her neck, trying to get even a little bit of information from her surroundings.

   Still nothing.

  She couldn't even hear her own breathing.

what happened?

  Jasmine thought about it, she opened her mouth, and called softly.

   "Miaozhen?"

   Can't hear.

  She couldn't hear her own voice.

  Jasmine raised her hand, stroked her throat, and put her hand in front of her nose to sniff.

  No smell.

Oops.

  Jasmine suddenly raised her head and understood.

   Own perception.

  No matter where it is, after the door is closed, my perception disappears.

  The self that had been condensed by the detection force had dissipated, and Jasmine could feel that her detection force was lingering around her, like a piece of silk wrapping herself, embracing herself gently.

  Jasmine's clenched heart relaxed slightly.

   Fortunately, the connection between myself and Tanshi has nothing to do with perception.

  This space can indeed restrain one's ability, but it cannot cause complete damage to oneself.

   Somehow, Jasmine thought of someone.

  Baomu.

  If Baomu entered this space, what would happen?

  Baomu's ability is his extremely keen perception. Once he loses his perception, what will happen to Baomu?

  Jasmine frowned, noticing something was wrong.

  This space seems to be designed for Baomu. It can trap Baomu and prevent Baomu from using his abilities.

  Thinking of this, Jasmine suddenly feels relieved.

  If this is the case, is there such a possibility—except for closed perception, there will be no other dangers here?

   Then, my task is to find the exit.

  Jasmine pursed her lips tightly, looking straight ahead at the darkness ahead.

   It's just that before that, I have another thing to do.

  Jasmine took a step forward and walked forward.

  I want to find that Miaozhen just now.

  She knew that what she saw just now was not a phantom.

  That's the real Miaozhen.