Monument of Life and Death

 The moment he heard this sentence, Xiaolan suddenly felt a strange feeling for some reason.

Xiaolan slowly let go of Wen Ling's arm and looked directly at her quietly.

 “Ask Ling, what did you see?”

 Although I asked the question.

 However, Xiaolan felt that she seemed to know the answer.

Wenling sobbed and grabbed Xiaolan's hands.

“Your past,” Wen Ling shook his head and said, “Xiaolan, I saw your past clearly.”

Xiaolan was silent for a while.

"But...you still can't tell me, right?" Xiaolan smiled bitterly, "Just like before?"

Wen Ling pursed his lips and nodded lightly.

"If I told you, I would die," Wen Ling lowered his head and spoke in a hollow voice, "But, Xiaolan, this time... I also saw part of your future."

Xiao Lan's eyes refocused, and she looked at Wen Ling curiously, waiting for her to continue.

"future?"

"Yes, your future," Wen Ling swallowed, looked at Xiaolan seriously, and said, "I have seen it, Xiaolan, and you will see it soon."

 Xiaolan frowned, "I...I don't quite understand what you mean."

"What I mean is," Wen Ling slowed down and said again, "Xiaolan, you don't need me to tell you about your past, because you will know it soon."

 Xiaolan's heart beat violently.

"Really?" Xiaolan thought of a thought in her dream, "Did that thought tell me?"

"I can't say any more," Wen Ling's body softened, as if his energy was exhausted, "Xiaolan, don't worry, you will know soon...soon..."

After saying that, Wenling leaned to the side, and Xiaolan rushed up to help her. Wenling fell next to Xiaolan, panting messily.

Xiaolan then raised her head and looked at everything around her.

 Just now, too many things happened.

 Xiaolan struggled to capture the fragments of memory.

She remembered that Xia Hua’s life bug ended its four calls, and then Xia Ni suddenly appeared, followed by Wen Ling...

 At the same time, these surroundings…

 After the fourth chirp of the life bug, the world around us changed.

 Now, they are in a snow-white space.

 White walls, white ceiling, not far ahead, there is a white door open, with dim light shining through the door.

Xiaolan turned her head and looked behind her.

　　Everyone almost stood in their original position, looking at the place where Xia Hua disappeared, silent.

It was Xia Hua who brought them here with her own life.

 But they don’t even know where this place is.

 “Xiaolan…”

Xiaolan's right hand suddenly felt a soft and warm touch, and at the same time there was a wet cry.

Xiaolan turned her head slightly in surprise.

  It is precious wood.

Baomu's face was covered with tears, and he was half-kneeling beside him, holding his right hand tightly with both hands.

 “Brother Bao...Baomu?” Xiaolan quickly took out her other hand and held Baomu’s hand, “What’s wrong with you?”

Baomu's hands were very cold, frighteningly cold. "Xiaolan," Baomu sobbed as soon as he heard Xiaolan's voice, "Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang..."

"Xiaoguang?" Xiaolan was a little confused. "Xiaoguang is... ah, the child of light?"

Baomu cried and nodded.

 “What’s wrong with Xiaoguang?”

Xiao Lan briefly looked around and saw that the little black lion was not following Bao Mu, so she had some bad guesses in her heart.

"Xiao Guang...disappeared..." Baomu said, tears rolling down again, "It's all because I made it shine, so it...disappeared..."

Xiaolan touched Baomu's shoulder bitterly, "Brother Baomu, don't be sad..."

Xiaolan bit her lower lip, feeling very weak.

 Maybe it was because there were too many things, and Xiaolan felt more numb than sad.

 I hate this state.

 But I have no strength, I really have no strength.

After a while, everyone finally accepted the fact that Xia Hua had left, and the crowd that had been frozen for a long time finally started to move.

 They finally noticed Xiaolan and the others in the corner.

The Taoist priest walked over in a few steps with long legs. He held Xiaolan's shoulders and squatted down beside Xiaolan.

 “Xiaolan, are you okay?”

"Taoist Priest, I...I'm fine," Xiaolan looked at the two people lying on top of her and sighed, "It's just...it's just that Wen Ling didn't seem to be very comfortable, and then Brother Baomu...Brother Baomu's Son of Light Disappeared…"

"I heard what the fool said," the Taoist priest rubbed Baomu's head, "Baomu, I believe Xiaoguang must have felt very happy when he left."

"I didn't expect it to disappear..." Baomu's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "If I knew, I wouldn't... And in the end, I didn't even touch it or hug it..."

"But Xiaoguang knows that you love it," said the fool. "It sees you crying for it, and Xiaoguang is already very satisfied."

Baomu lowered his head and sobbed silently.

Xiaolan raised her head and looked at the faces of several people in turn.

 Everyone’s faces were full of exhaustion, and it was obvious that everyone’s energy had been basically exhausted.

"By the way," after Li Muyuan checked Wenling's physical condition, he seemed to suddenly remember something and reached into his pocket to fumble, "This is what Xia Hua left for Xia Ni."

Li Muyuan took out a small, wrinkled paper bag from his right pocket.

 Everyone was silent again.

"Xia Ni...may not wake up for a while," the fool said in a hoarse voice, "You should stuff it into his pocket first."

"Um."

Li Muyuan stuffed the paper bag into Xia Ni's pocket without saying a word. He looked at Xia Ni, and after half a minute, he said guiltily, "Actually, I should be able to tell that the head of the Xia Hua family The life bug just chirped three times not long ago. If I were more careful, maybe I could..."

"Muyuan, it's meaningless to say all this now," Yi Yao stopped Li Muyuan from taking the responsibility on himself, "The head of the Xiahua family must have made up his mind before he spoke. According to Xiahua's character, once she Make up your mind and it won’t matter what the rest of us say.”

"It's just that I didn't expect..." Li Muyuan shook his head and said, "The head of the Xiahua family would rather die than use that..."

“It’s not surprising,” Yi Yao’s eyes were filled with deep thoughts, “Isn’t this the way the heads of the Four Xia family have chosen in the past?”

"Too…"

“What is that you are talking about?” the Taoist priest asked, “Can we know?”

"Oh, of course, we thought you knew it," Yi Yao said hurriedly, "Haven't you heard of Si Ming, the founder of the Four Xia?"

Yuanzu Siming?

The Taoist priest shook his head honestly, "I've never heard of it."