Monument of Life and Death

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"The Son of Light..." It was obvious that Qiling had reservations about whether the Son of Light's light was strong enough to defeat those eyes, but she still said, "But the Son of Light is not with us at the moment."

"I...I can give it a try," Baomu pursed his lips, but his voice was firm, "Do you still remember how I brought the Son of Light into reality?"

After Baomu said it, everyone remembered that the Son of Light was not a product of reality. He was brought back by Baomu from the Ten-Day Banquet and was a product of the game world.

 “So…” The fool somewhat understood Baomu’s intention.

"Since I can bring Xiaoguang from the game world to the real world, maybe I can also bring him here from the real world," Baomu said, "It's just... Wen Ling, I may need your help. busy."

“Okay,” Wen Ling agreed immediately, “What should I do?”

Wenling shuffled towards Baomu, who held Xia Ni in his arms, and the smell of Wenling's blood gradually became stronger in his nose.

Baomu suddenly felt very painful.

 Everything around him made him feel so painful.

 Why did things become like this?



But, you can’t escape…

 The darkness in front of me suddenly turned into bright red.

Familiar pictures jumped into Baomu's consciousness, which was something that tortured him in his dreams over and over again...

 Why do I remember it at this time...

 Baomu raised a hand and pressed his temple, feeling the pulse beating crazily under his fingertips.

It seems that even if I don't look directly into those divine eyes, the power of prying into people's hearts still affects me.

 My own nightmare is like an ocean volcano under the calm water, rushing towards the sea level.

“Bao Mu, are you okay?” Wen Ling and Fool both came over, “What’s wrong with you?”

"I...I'm fine," Baomu rubbed his face vigorously, "I'm just...just a little tired."

“Hold on a little longer,” Wenling said softly, “Baomu, what do you want me to do for you?”

"Oh, yes, help..." Baomu straightened his back, "Wen Ling, I want to borrow your eyes."

"Well," Wen Ling not only did not question it, but instead nodded calmly as if he had already guessed the answer, "How can I borrow it?"

"You just need to... help me find the traces of the Son of Light." Baomu's hand reached forward. Upon seeing this, Wenling reached out and took Baomu's hand, "Because I can't open my eyes. If I open them, As for my eyes... I'm afraid I'll die."

"Don't open your eyes, I'll help you find it," Wenling squeezed Baomu's hand, "It's just... I'm worried... because I don't have the same connection with the Sons of Light as you do, I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter, let's try it first anyway," the fool comforted the two, "but don't force it too hard."

 The two of them nodded together.

Baomu put his hands flat on the ground, preparing to open the circle of knowledge. Fool squatted down, intending to pull Xia Ni away, but at this time, Xia Ni, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"I... I'll give it a try too," Xia Ni's mood was surprisingly stable, "I think I can help too."

 The fool looked at Xia Ni with some surprise, "Xia Ni, you...are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, I... troubled you just now," Xia Ni closed her eyes and apologized politely, "I also want to help."

The fool looked at Baomu hesitantly. As if he felt the look in the fool's eyes, Baomu shook his head and said, "It's okay. It won't have any impact if you stay in the ring... It's just that you may see or hear some unexpected things." Outside things.”

The fool retreated to a place far away from the three people by himself, and looked at the three people from afar uneasily.

A dazzling golden circle of light flashed, and the fool turned his head to cover his eyes. After a few seconds, he looked again and saw the three of them sitting in the same place. The golden circle of knowledge seemed to be more dazzling than usual. Surrounded by a halo of light, the person looks small and holy.

 The first person to take some action was Qing Ling.

Wen Ling, who was sitting cross-legged next to Bao Mu, suddenly tilted his upper body and fell to the other side.

The fool was so anxious that he squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

 Wen Ling opened his eyes.

Wen Ling's eyes only opened two narrow gaps, and blood squeezed out continuously from those two gaps.

Wenling tried to open her eyes wider so that she could see more clearly, but it was too painful. It was too painful. Wen Ling used her other hand to hold the ground, she grinned and began to sob.

 Tears and blood spread on her beautiful face.

 The fool is so sad that he wants to cry.

"I...I can't find..." The fool couldn't hear Wen Ling's voice. He could only see Wen Ling's lips trembling slightly, as if he said something like this, "I'm sorry...I can't find..."

"Wenling, I'm sorry..." Baomu also cried, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

 Even so, you still can’t find it?

 The fool sniffed and sat down on the cold ground.

 His body also began to become cold.

This feeling is not the first time. Even a dull person like a fool knows what this feeling means.

 This is the feeling of despair.

 There is nothing we can do, there is really nothing we can do.

The fool shed tears silently for a while. After a few minutes, he wiped the tears on his face carelessly, sniffed, and stood up.

 He walked towards the Zhihua Circle.

If you really can't leave here, at least, you want to be next to them.

 At least I want to die next to my companions.

However, the moment the fool stepped into the circle of knowledge, Xia Ni suddenly jumped up from the ground. He pointed at the void in front of him and shouted loudly with a broken voice.

"I found it..." Xia Ni didn't open her eyes, but seemed to be able to see things they couldn't see, "I found it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could react, a bolt of red lightning shot out of Xia Ni's outstretched hand. The bolt of lightning left a bright red trace in mid-air, and then disappeared.

 The fool stood there, not daring to move.

 After a while, where the red lightning disappeared, a dark mist gradually emerged.

The mist dissipated slowly, like a black cotton wool being torn apart bit by bit. The mist condensed into the shape of a door. Something was shaking inside the door, but it couldn't be seen clearly.

Wen Ling was bleeding all over her body and seemed to be on the verge of death. She gritted her teeth and climbed towards the door with all her limbs on the ground.

She stared at the door.

“Did you see it?” Xia Ni asked nervously, “Wen Ling, can you see it?”

"I can see..." Qing Lingqi was like a gossamer, but his eyes were bright, "I...I saw..."

 Suddenly, the scene inside the door became clear.

Countless familiar scenes flashed past, as if the door was experiencing a space travel. Finally, a slightly faded wooden door appeared inside.

That was the door to the hotel room they stayed in before entering this world.

 The door is open.

 Everything inside the door comes into view.

 Wardrobes, slippers, carpets, their scattered luggage…

 A black figure appears in these countless fragments.

Baomu stood up tremblingly.

 “Xiaoguang.” Baomu called with choked sobs.

 The furry black lion cub suddenly pricked up its ears, turned its head, and its eyes were full of doubts.

 Baomu raised his voice.

 “Xiaoguang!”

The entire lion of the Son of Light was stunned. It screamed happily and ran towards the door.