Monument of Life and Death

Lao Luo's face was blackened by the explosion. He coughed and patted his son on the back.

"Okay, okay, Jiutian..." Lao Luo raised his head and looked helplessly at Xia Hua and the others, "Jiutian, you get up first..."

 “Dad! You are not allowed to leave this time!”

“Okay, okay, Dad’s not leaving...” Lao Luo stood up awkwardly, looked at Xia Hua, and cleared his throat, “Ah, I really didn’t expect to see you all again.”

Xia Hua turned her head and looked at Yi Yao, seeing that Yi Yao and Li Muyuan were equally confused.

"What the **** is going on?" Yi Yao looked at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest pretended to be coughing and avoided Yi Yao's sight. "Is this an illusion?"

“Taoist Priest, what kind of spell did you cast just now?” Xia Hua asked directly.

"Just now... it was an ordinary yellow dust talisman," the Taoist Master said seriously, "I don't know why it turned into this."

"But why don't you look surprised at all?" Xia Hua squinted her eyes and scanned the other people's faces.

Like several others, Xiaolan scratched the back of his head and turned his face away.

Li Muyuan was silent for a long time and approached Lao Luo hesitantly.

After a while, he called out softly, "Vice-President Luo?"

“Hey,” Lao Luo agreed blankly, “Muyuan, long time no see.”

Lao Luo had an expression on his face as if he had been unfortunately discovered after doing something wrong, while Li Muyuan had a solemn expression on his face.

“Vice-President Luo, can you...”

Li Muyuan stretched out his right hand towards Lao Luo. Lao Luo looked down and understood that Li Muyuan wanted to feel his pulse.

Lao Luo thought about the situation that Li Muyuan might face next, sighed in advance for this junior, and then stretched out his right hand.

Li Muyuan's fingers were cold, and his fingertips were like warm and cold jade. The moment they came into contact, Lao Luo shivered unconsciously.

Lao Luo tried to read something from Li Muyuan's eyes, but the doctor's experience was so rich that he seemed to be able to maintain a poker face even if the mountain collapsed...

But this poker face can’t control his expression.

Li Muyuan grinned and looked at Lao Luo shaking his head, "No, no, you don't have the pulse of a living person at all, you..."

"I am a dead person, so of course I will not have the pulse of a living person," Lao Luo said patiently, "Muyuan, don't be too surprised..."

Li Muyuan took back his right hand and simply put it on his left wrist, "I must be hallucinating."

 Doctors began to doubt their own mental problems.

Xia Hua pointed her finger at the Taoist Priest. Her voice was weak, but there was no less pressure in her tone. "Taoist Priest, tell the truth. When did you develop such skills?"

The Taoist priest looked at Xia Hua blankly, "What skills have I developed?"

"How can you bring the dead back to life!" Xia Hua said with wide eyes, "This is a secret technique that goes against the laws of heaven. Taoist Master, if you practice this technique, you will be punished by heaven..."

Xiaolan watched the excitement for a long time with her mouth open, and now she couldn't help but speak for the Taoist Priest, "Sister Xia Hua, Uncle Luo is not the Taoist Priest's conjure, why should the Taoist Priest be punished by God?"

Xia Hua's eyes suddenly fell on Xiaolan, "If it's not the Taoist priest...could it be you?"

"I, I, I didn't mean that," Xiaolan almost drew the fire on herself and quickly defended, "I mean, it should be Uncle Luo who took the initiative to appear in front of us. He must be here to save us!"

Now the pressure came to Lao Luo again. Lao Luo hugged Zhuge Shou and nodded solemnly.

"Xiao Lan is right." The others were speechless again.

Li Muyuan pressed his temples, seeming to doubt his mental state even more.

"This...this is Senior Brother Zhuge," Luo Jiutian seemed to have just realized that there was someone in Lao Luo's arms. He looked at Zhuge Shou's face that had already turned green and black in shock and said in a stunned tone, "Senior Brother Zhuge, not…"

“Zhuge passed away just now,” Lao Luo said softly. “It was he who led us to find you with his last remaining soul.”

Although these words are nonsense, the sadness in Lao Luo's eyes is not fake.

"Senior brother..." Luo Jiutian suddenly knelt down in front of Lao Luo, "Senior brother..."

"Now is not the time to be depressed," before Xia Hua and the others had time to question his statement, Lao Luo quickly brought the topic to the right track, "If you want to break the situation, what you need is Zhuge."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

 Soon, Xia Hua once again found a place to raise questions.

“Why are both Zhuge and you dead? You can appear in front of us like a living person, but Zhuge can’t?”

Lao Luo smiled slightly, it seemed that this question had been expected by him.

"Because what you need is Zhuge's body." Lao Luo helped Luo Jiutian up and handed Zhuge's body safely into his son's hands.

 Several people looked at each other.

 What we need is a corpse?

“I don’t understand,” Yi Yao said, shaking her head, “Why do we need a corpse?”

"I don't know about this. I'm just a messenger. That's all I know," Lao Luo said. "What is the first problem you solve now?"

"right now we…"

“Eye, we need to open those eyes,” Xiaolan said deliberately in a child’s tone, “Can Senior Brother Zhuge’s body be able to open the eyes?”

 “What eyes?” Lao Luo asked.

"This space is being monitored, and countless invisible eyes are watching us. We are now living in The Truman World," Luo Jiutian said, "Our idea is... if we can open those Eyes, let them reveal their true colors, and maybe they can find a way to escape from here."

“This idea sounds right,” Lao Luo agreed, “but will those eyes pose a threat to you?”

“The threat seems inevitable,” said the Taoist priest, “but we have no other choice now but to fight it as best we can.”

“Then do you know how to turn it on? Is it through some kind of ritual or...”

"It's not clear, we don't know," the Taoist priest said truthfully, "We only know that everything in front of us now should be what those eyes want us to see."

Lao Luo's brows trembled, he hissed, frowned and asked, "It sounds like you have seen what those eyes look like before."

Qin Yin immediately pushed Xiaolan out, "This girl saw her in her dream."

"Uh-huh..." Xiaolan blinked, "I...I didn't see it very clearly either."

 “What do those eyes look like?” Lao Luo asked.

"It's just...very big," Xiaolan tried to remember, "it seemed to be glowing, and I felt like I was enveloped..."

 Lao Luo took another breath of air.

"This ability sounds very familiar," Lao Luo frowned, "It's like... the three-dimensional divine eye."