Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 1103 Corpse

  Xia Ni's hand fell on her empty neck, panting heavily.

  The little red snake is gone.

   After a long while, Xia Ni stood up propped up on the ground. He looked around, but no matter what, he couldn't find his little red snake.

  Auntie Obor's corpse lay peacefully in front of her, her turbid eyes had turned a little gray, which was a sign that her life was long gone.

  Xia Ni still hasn't figured out what happened.

  I lost Aunt Oboro and Little Red Snake one after another.

  He is also pessimistic about Xia Hua's whereabouts and safety.

   It seems that everything is meaningless.

  Xia Ni felt a burst of sour moisture from his heart, and the moisture rolled up his chest along his nasal cavity, making Xia Ni's eyes sour.

  Xia Ni raised her hand and wanted to rub her eyes, but when she saw the back of her right hand, Xia Ni froze suddenly.

  A red mark appeared on his hand.

  The mark looks a bit like a snake, but there are a few slender snake feet on the lower edge of the abdomen...

   is my little red snake.

  Xia Ni stared at the mark for a long time, dumbfounded.

  He knew what it meant.

   This is a bug print.

  Myself, I finally have a life bug.

  ***

  Jasmine didn't know where she was walking.

   Miaozhen's footsteps were still ringing evenly ahead, Jasmine didn't hesitate, she just felt curious.

  She wanted her other self to open her eyes and look around, but for some reason, there was always a voice in Jasmine’s heart reminding herself: Wait a little longer, don’t worry, we’re almost there, wait a little longer.

  Suddenly, she smelled a strange fragrance.

  This fragrance is light and faint, very mysterious, but very familiar.

  Jasmine stopped, followed the direction of the smell and turned her face away.

  The scent was like a small palm, firmly grasping her nasal cavity and her attention.

  Jasmine frowned deeply.

   "Here... why does it smell like this?"

   Miaozhen's footsteps are still calm, as if she didn't hear her voice.

  Molly knew what he wanted to say.

   "Keep going and you'll find out."

  I will know.

  Jasmine kept up with Miaozhen while thinking about it.

   Here, why does Lu Xiang smell?

  What I smelled just now is Lu Xiang, a metal specially used by the Lu family to forge swords.

Although it has long been heard that the weapons made by Lu Xiang emit a peculiar smell, Jasmine had never smelled that so-called strange fragrance before she lost her sight. For the first time, I smelled Lu Xiang's fragrance.

  What I smelled just now was Lu Xiang's smell.

   Near here, there is Lu Xiang.

  Is there a weapon near here?

  So...are there any people with weapons?

  Jasmine tensed her nerves, ready to strike at any time.

   Did Miaozhen really lead herself into a trap with an ambush?

   In the air ahead, there was another strange smell.

  Jasmine's whole body tensed up.

  This smell is all too familiar to me.

   That's the smell of corpses!

   During the days when Jiu Tan was attacked, this soaring smell lingered above the station, and it took a long time to dissipate.

  The smell of corpses that Jasmine will never forget in her life.

  Jasmine's stomach wall tightened physiologically, she quickened her pace, trying to get closer to Miaozhen.

   Hurry up, hurry up and get out of this area...

  However, the sound of footsteps that had been ringing regularly like a moving second hand stopped instantly.

  Jasmine pressed her stomach and waited for a few seconds.

   Miaozhen didn’t go any further.

   It seems that this is the end.

  This place is full of corpse smell.

  Jasmine suppressed her nausea, and turned into a form, and opened her eyes when she was congealed.

  Jasmine almost retched when she saw everything around her clearly.

   Corpse.

  There are dead bodies everywhere.

  I am in a huge space with no boundaries. I don’t know where the light source is permeating the green light. Countless corpses are scattered around the space. They maintain their dead posture and face themselves.

   "What the **** is... what's going on..."

  Jasmine turned her head and looked at Miaozhen.

  Miaozhen stood among the corpses, dragging her two small hands, with her head drooping deeply, she looked... no different from those corpses.

  Jasmine felt a chill in her heart.

   Could it be... Miaozhen is actually a corpse?

   Jasmine gritted her teeth and walked towards Miaozhen.

  She doesn't believe it.

  Jasmine grabbed Miaozhen's arm, first pinched his pulse, and then put her fingers under Miaozhen's nose.

  Jasmine let out a long breath of relief.

  Although the warm breath was weak, it actually sprayed out evenly from Miaozhen's nasal cavity.

   Miaozhen is still alive.

  Jasmine walked to the nearest corpse again. There was a huge blood hole in the abdominal cavity of that corpse. It seemed that it would be difficult to live. Jasmine sniffed his breath, but didn't feel any movement of airflow.

   It is indeed a corpse.

  Jasmine raised the face of the corpse and took a closer look. It was the face of a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. It was the kind of face that seemed strange at first glance, but familiar again after a long look.

   Have you ever met him?

  Miaozhen's mission seemed to be completed, and there was no more movement. Jasmine asked Tanshi Jasmine to follow behind her with Miaozhen on her back, and Jasmine walked forward.

  She had a premonition.

  Testing Jasmine's eyes scanned the faces of those corpses one by one, one after another unfamiliar faces appeared in Jasmine's mind, after an unknown amount of time, Jasmine suddenly stopped in her tracks.

  Her jaw began to chatter.

   She saw it.

   Sure enough, as I thought, the corpse here is...

  Jasmine started to walk again, her steps were a little weak, but very firm.

  Jasmine's lips parted slightly, looking innocent and stunned.

   Those are countless familiar faces.

In my dreams, those faces appeared over and over again. For Jasmine, it was a hell-like torment. Those faces appeared in flames or in magma. Those faces were crying for help, but There was nothing Jasmine could do, she could only let those faces torture her.

  In an instant, Jasmine's self-blame, Jasmine's guilt, Jasmine's despair...

  Those are the nine detectives who lost their lives in the battle of the nine detectives.

   are my brothers and sisters.

  Their corpses stood in front of him like this, surrounding them.

   Just like in life.

  Jasmine understood where she had come.

  The missing bodies, those who died in panic and fear, they are here.

   Here you are waiting for your arrival.

  ***

  Dive into the abyss...is my life bug?

  Xiaolan considers herself to be an imaginative person, but now, it is still difficult for Xiaolan to find the answer to the question in her lack of imagination.

   Qian Yuan is a life bug, does Qian Yuan know it?

  If Qian Yuan also knows...

  Aren't you the last person to know the news?

  (end of this chapter)