Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 1131 Black spots in the pupils

"Blood?" Xiaolan lowered her head subconsciously, "I don't know...am I bleeding?"

"Are you injured?" Luo Jiutian frowned and looked at Xiaolan, "Does it hurt?"

"I... don't know," Xiaolan touched his body, "Brother Jiutian, we have to find a way to deal with those eyes."

"I'm thinking of a way," Luo Jiutian's tone sounded stiff, "but...it doesn't seem that simple."

"What's wrong?"

Xiaolan also called out her Panlongchi with her backhand and held it in her hands.

"Not only me, Sister Hua, but also Taoist Priest, the light emitted by the things in our hands seems to be far from enough," Luo Jiutian said, "The condition of those eyes has not changed at all."

"Not only that," Xia Hua's voice came from Xiaolan's side, "Those eyes are getting stronger. If we don't find a way, before long, even if we close our eyes, we won't be able to resist those eyes."

Xia Hua spoke in a very calm tone, and Xiaolan couldn't help but wonder if she had already thought of a solution.

“Isn’t it good for Panlong Pond?” Xiao Lan tightened her grip on the compass in her hand, “Would it be better if everyone’s light came together...?”

"It's useless," Xia Hua said softly, "It's still too weak."

Xiaolan suddenly didn’t know if she still needed to try.

"Then...then..." Xiaolan was at a loss, "Then we can't just give up."

Xia Hua and Luo Jiutian were silent, and Xiao Lan felt even more uncomfortable.

 “Where are Li Muyuan and Yi Yao?” Xiaolan then asked, “Can they do anything?”

"They are with Jasmine," Xia Hua replied, "They just need to protect themselves."

"What about...Uncle Luo?" Xiaolan asked desperately, "Uncle Luo is a ghost, maybe..."

"Xiaolan, I'm sorry," Lao Luo's voice sounded very old, "I don't have that kind of power."

Xiaolan's steps faltered. After she stood firm, she breathed quietly for a while.

 After that, she suddenly opened her eyes.

 She thought she would see the dark and blood-red world, and several companions who were also immersed in despair.

 But as Xiaolan raised her eyelids, all the sounds around her disappeared.

Xiaolan clutched her chest, fearing that the angina pectoris she had just suffered would hit her again.

 Her eyes widened and she looked around.

 Where have the companions gone?

“Brother Jiutian?” Xiaolan could only hear her own voice, “Sister Xiahua?…”

 There was no response.

Xiaolan opened her mouth, turned her head back, and stared blankly into the air.

That huge pupil is still there.

Yellow eyeballs moved flexibly, scanning Xiaolan's body from time to time.

 I am...not afraid of these eyes now?

Xiao Lan was confused when suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the yellow pupils.

Xiaolan tilted her head and stared at the black spot.

Is it an illusion?

That black spot...why is it getting bigger and bigger?

Xiaolan rubbed her eyes.

After a while, Xiaolan saw it.

That doesn’t seem to be a black spot, but a person.

 A person is getting closer.

 A person walked out of the giant yellow pupil.

 Who could it be?

“Who?” Xiaolan asked tentatively, “Uncle Luo?”

 A sneer came from all directions, blowing onto Xiaolan's cheek.

Xiaolan was startled and didn't know where to look. "Then Luo Shi's own fate is completely dark," a man's voice came, and the specific location was also unclear, "You actually want to ask him for help."

  Roche? You mean Lao Luo?

This is the first time Xiaolan heard someone call Lao Luo this way.

 More importantly, Xiaolan is familiar with this voice.

Xiaolan looked at the black figure that had gradually taken on a human form in shock.

"One...one thought?" Xiaolan's voice broke, "Is it you?"

As the black shadow approached, Xiaolan hoped that she could see Yi Nian's appearance clearly, but for some reason, Yi Nian's figure always seemed to be shrouded in a black mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

"It's okay, I seem to still remember it," Yi Nian said easily, "At least it didn't hurt my brain."

"Why did you show up?" Xiaolan raised her hand and pinched her cheek flesh, "No way... I fell asleep again?"

"No, not this time," Yi Nian said, "And I'm not Yi Nian, I'm just a messenger."

"Passenger?" Xiaolan was dumbfounded, "But your voice is the same as Yi Nian...and the tone of voice is the same."

"Because I am the one who is delivering the message for him," the man said impatiently, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"I want to ask..." Xiaolan's mind started to spin, "Why am I not afraid of these eyes anymore?"

"Eyes?" The man seemed to look back, then shrugged contemptuously, "What are you afraid of these eyes for?"

“Just now, when I looked at those eyes, I felt a pain in my heart,” Xiaolan thought for a while and decided to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, “It hurt very, very much, as if I was dying.”

 “Then are you dead?”

 “…your question…”

"Aren't you dead?" The man waved his hand, "Don't worry about your eyes. Someone will take care of it for you."

 Xiaolan's eyes lit up, "Really? Who is it?"

"You'll know later, so why are you so anxious?" The man seemed to yawn, "Besides, those eyes have a very limited impact on you."

"Is that so..." Xiaolan pouted, "But it really hurt just now."

 “Did you see something else?”

thing?

“Yes! I saw a strange picture!” Xiaolan slapped her thigh, “But I don’t understand.”

“The eyes are trying to remind you of things from the past,” the man said, “but they fail. You can’t remember them at all.”

"Ah..." Xiaolan didn't know whether this was luck or misfortune, "So those are my memories?"

 “Who are you asking?”

 “Uh… I’m asking you.” Xiaolan shrank her neck guiltily.

“How do I know if those are your memories?” The man said rudely, “You don’t even know it yourself, how do I know?”

"Because I can't remember it myself..." Xiaolan muttered.

"It's a good thing that you can't remember it," the man said. "Those who can remember it can't bear the pain at all. You can see the look of your companion."

Xiaolan thought of Qin Yin.

 Chin Yin is the one most affected by those eyes among all people.

 Does this mean that... Sister Xiaoyin’s secret is the deepest hidden one?

 What will Sister Xiaoyin’s secret be?

 They are often the kind of people who seem to have no secrets. Secrets are the cruelest...

 “Are you distracted again?”

The man's words brought Xiaolan's attention back, and Xiaolan quickly cleared her throat.

 “No, no, I’m listening...you say.”

 (End of this chapter)