Monument of Life and Death

The Son of Light passed through the door and fell to the ground with joy.

 The fool breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling like a person who had been floating in mid-air and finally stepped on the ground.

The Son of Light had just entered here from the real world and looked around curiously, but the state of doubt did not last long. Soon, the Son of Light discovered the shadow of its master. It whined and moved toward the treasure. Mu rushed over.

The moment the warm and soft little thing fell into his arms, Baomu's excited tears turned into two hot streams, sliding down his cheeks, causing Baomu's face to ache.

At the same time, Xia Ni and Wen Ling seemed to have exhausted all their strength. They fell down almost at the same time, and the golden door disappeared in an instant like the Zhihua Circle.

 The fool quickly went over to help Wen Ling and Xia Ni.

Xia Ni is in good condition, just a little weak, but Wen Ling is much more serious.

"Baomu... Baomu," the fool held Wenling, who was as light as a feather, and called Baomu in a panic, "Baomu, come and see Wenling first, I feel... I don't feel very good... "

Baomu immediately suppressed his smile and groped towards the two of them.

Baomu didn't dare to open his eyes. He sniffed and his expression suddenly became frightened.

"What happened?" Seeing this, the fool spoke faster, "What happened?"

"Wen Ling's smell is getting lighter," Bao Mu held Wen Ling's wrist tightly, closed his eyes tightly, and tried to smell the smell, "It's not good, it's getting lighter..."

 “What does this mean?” When the fool asked this sentence, he actually already had the answer in his heart.

 But he didn't want to hear that answer.

"The light smell means..." Baomu couldn't bear to say it, "No, we have to find a way."

"Is there any way we can save Wen Ling?" The fool shook Xia Ni's body, "Xia Ni, I know your sister can cure diseases, you... can you?"

Xia Ni himself was still looking pale and weak. He gasped for breath and said intermittently, "I...I don't know how to treat diseases...my sister...my sister actually doesn't know how...in Jiupai...only...only two pairs of Only Lin can save people...and besides...only...but..."

"Who is the only one?" the fool quickly interrupted, "Is there anyone else who can save my life?"

Xia Ni hesitated for a while, then she could sit up a little, cleared her throat, and said, "If we can cure diseases and save lives... only Shuangqin... can do it... but... there is another family... who can administer poison and save lives... but..."

 “It’s just what?” The fool was almost dying of anxiety, “I can’t care about that much now.”

"It's just...the sect that can use poison to save people...is...Qiqiao..." Xia Ni lowered his head, "And Qiqiao...Qiqiao's people are already...dead..."

“That’s useless,” the fool couldn’t help complaining, “What’s the point of saying this?”

"What I want to say is..." Xia Ni shrank his neck timidly, but said, "The most comprehensive magic weapon of the Qiqiao is the red tip. The red tip poison on the red tip almost condenses the psychic energy of the Qiqiao. The essence...do you remember Hong Jian?"

"Remember," Baomu quickly took over the conversation because he was worried that the fool could not control his temper, "Xiaolan was also poisoned by red sharp poison."

“Yes!” Xia Ni became obviously excited when he heard Bao Mu talking about this matter. “Do you remember that Miss Xiaolan was licked by my insect before she became poisonous?”

 The fool's expression gradually changed from the impatient "What on earth are you talking about?" to one of thoughtfulness.

“I remember,” the fool said in a low voice, “Xiaolan said that the place where she was licked was the place where she was pierced by the red spike.”

“That’s right,” Xia Ni nodded quickly, “I didn’t understand it before, but now... I finally formed a connection with my bug, and I also realized that it was my bug that was absorbing it.”

"absorb?"

“Absorbing red-pointed poison,” Xia Ni said what he wanted to say, “So, my bugs can actually release red-pointed poison now.”

The fool looked at the dying Wen Ling, and then at the two people with their eyes closed but with focused expressions on their faces.

 Is it really necessary to poison Wen Ling?

“Are you sure that red sharp poison can save Wen Ling?” The fool hugged Wen Ling tightly in his right arm and asked worriedly. "I'm not sure," Xia Ni replied truthfully, "but this is the only way I can do it now."

The fool stopped talking. He bit his lower lip tightly, and his chest felt sore.

"Brother Fool," Baomu whispered, "Wen Ling... there is not much time left."

 The fool hit the ground hard with his left fist. Wen Ling opened his eyes slightly and seemed to smile.

"No...it's okay..." Wen Ling's voice sounded so far away, as if she had turned into a gust of wind. As she left, she turned to say goodbye to them, "I...it's okay..."

"You are our friend, it doesn't matter if you can't," the fool said softly, "Ask the spirit, you can't die, you know that, right?"

Wen Ling smiled again.

She nodded, almost imperceptibly.

“Xia Ni,” the fool made up his mind and raised his head suddenly, “I’ll leave it to you to ask the spirit.”

Xia Ni was excited. He nodded solemnly, but then he hesitated, "But... I hope you know that the red-pointed poison method to save people is just an idea of ​​mine. I don't even know if there is one." I don’t know what the side effects will be if I use it, so…”

"No matter what happens, we won't blame you." The fool's voice was low and steady. It didn't sound like himself anymore, but rather like the tone of a Taoist priest.

"Okay," Xia Ni clenched her fists, paused for a second, and then stretched out her hand, "Go ahead."

 Red lightning appears again, this time, the target of the lightning is to ask the spirit.

The moment the red lightning struck Wen Ling, Wen Ling's body twitched violently, and the fool's heart also reached its peak.

Wen Ling's body remained stiff, as if a immobilizing spell had been cast on her. Half a minute later, as if the magic suddenly disappeared, Wen Ling's body fell limply back into the fool's arms. No matter how the fool called her, There was no response.

The fool was motionless. He looked at Wen Ling, who was also motionless in his arms, and felt as if he had died with her.

The sound of Baomu sobbing surrounded his ears, but the fool didn't want to shed a single tear.

 Can’t fall down.

 Fake, the whole world is fake.

"It's...it's useless?" Xia Ni's voice became hoarse, "I'm sorry...it's all my fault...I'm sorry..."

 Idiot feels so tired.

 It seems like there is no strength at all.

like…

"ah!-"

In an instant, a piercing scream exploded in the fool's arms, shocking the fool's heart to almost stop.

 He lowered his head in shock.

Wen Ling opened her mouth wide and kept screaming. Her eyes were huge, and those eyes were no longer the light gray that belonged to her.

 But bright red.

 It is the color of Xia Ni’s red lightning.

　　is the color of the red tip.