Monument of Life and Death

Xiao Lan sat up suddenly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. The fright that the scene in her dream brought to her forced Xiaolan's body to wake up. Xiaolan wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up with Qin Yin's help.

“Did you see it?” Qin Yin asked, “Why are you sweating so much?”

Xiaolan shook her head and spoke intermittently.

 “Didn’t...didn’t see...”

 At the moment Xiaolan opened her mouth, there was some commotion behind the crowd.

Hooking over Yi Yao's shoulder, Xiaolan looked over.

 It’s a fool.

 “Ask Ling...what’s wrong with you?”

 Ask the spirit?

Xiaolan frowned, as if she realized something, and subconsciously covered her mouth.

 Is it because you spoke?

“What happened to Wen Ling?” Qin Yin walked over with Xiao Lan in his arms.

Wen Ling woke up and sat on her knees on the ground, curled up into a ball.

Wen Ling covered her face with both hands, her body was shaking violently, and her appearance was covered by her thick and disheveled hair.

“Ask the spirit!” Xiaolan and Qin Yin screamed and rushed over.

Xiao Lan put her hand on Wen Ling's shoulder. Almost at the same time, Wen Ling turned around and grabbed Xiao Lan's wrist with force.

"ah!"

 Xiaolan exclaimed in low voice. She looked down at her wrist that had been scratched and turned white in disbelief.

 How can the spirit be so powerful?

 This...this cannot be the question of Ling's own strength.

Qin Yin also noticed something was wrong. He looked at the hands of the two men with sweating profusely, then raised his head and looked at Wen Ling's face.

"Wenling, do you... have something to say?" Qin Yin grabbed Wenling's wrists and tried to pull them away from Xiaolan's hand, "Let go first..."

The Taoist priest also knelt down next to the two of them, glanced down, then raised his eyes and asked Xiang Xiaolan, "Are you okay?"

  There was more cold sweat on Xiaolan's forehead. Although she was shaking in pain, she shook her head.

 The Taoist priest nodded slightly soothingly, turned his head and patted Wen Ling's shoulder.

 “Ask the spirit...can you hear it?”

Wen Ling took a deep breath, and then raised his head little by little.

 The moment she saw Wen Ling's appearance clearly, Xiao Lan's head buzzed, as if someone behind her had punched her in the back of the head.

Xiaolan even began to suspect that she had not woken up from her dream at all.

 Wen Ling’s eyes disappeared.

"ah!"

Qin Yin was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and the reactions of others were not much better.

Xiaolan was held tightly by Wen Ling and had no ability to react. Her mouth was half-opened, and everything she wanted to say was stuck at the base of her tongue, unable to spit out a single word.

 On the bridge of Wen Ling's nose and under his eyebrows, the place where the gray pupils originally appeared seemed to have been erased with an erasing pen, becoming a blank.

It's just like…

 Xiaolan's body began to feel cold.

 It is like the face of a clever girl seen in a dream.

 The face of Qiao Nu was erased in this way.

 The corners of Wen Ling's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

Xiaolan gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.

  Don’t panic... I have something to say to you...

Xiao Lan looked away, trying not to be affected by Wen Ling's current appearance. She turned her head and put her ear to Wen Ling's mouth.

From the depths of Wen Ling's throat, he struggled to pronounce several words that were almost impossible to catch.

Xiaolan held her breath, closed her eyes, and focused all her attention on her ears. "…don't want…"

don't want.

 Ask the spirit to tell you not to do anything.

 Listen again.

"…look…"

do not look?

 What not to watch?

 The spirit’s breath has become weaker.

"…his…"

Suddenly, Wenling let go of Xiaolan's wrist. Before Xiaolan could react, all the strength in Wenling's body seemed to have dissipated, and she fell limply into Xiaolan's arms.

At this moment, Wen Ling left the last two words in Xiaolan's ears.

"Eye."

Xiaolan sat there blankly. It took a while before the blood returned to her palms.

“Wenling!” Qin Yin lifted Wenling off Xiaolan and shook her body, “Wenling, wake up!”

 Xiaolan was still immersed in shock.

 Don't look into his eyes.

 This is what Qiling wants to say to himself?

"Is she still alive?" Luo Jiutian anxiously pushed Li Muyuan to Wenling's side, "Muyuan, take a look quickly..."

 Li Muyuan quickly checked Wenling's pulse.

"Still alive, but... the situation is very strange," Li Muyuan's expression was very solemn, "It's so strange, I have never seen this kind of pulse condition, this... this does not look like the pulse condition of the girl asking for help..."

Qin Yin was listening intently to Li Muyuan's words, but something suddenly attracted his attention.

Her eyebrows moved slightly, and then she raised the hand holding Wen Ling.

 “Hiss—” Wen Ling gasped, “Look!”

Hearing this, everyone quickly looked at Qin Yin’s hand.

I saw countless thin red threads spreading from nowhere. Those red threads were climbing around and wrapping around Wen Ling's body bit by bit.

Qin Yin immediately stood up holding Wen Ling in her arms. Only then did she realize that the red lines had almost penetrated Wen Ling's clothes and had grown into her skin.

After everyone stood up, the red threads seemed to know that they had been discovered, and they instantly accelerated their crawling speed, pulling Wen Ling's body closer to the stone pillar.

 The Taoist leader looked along the other end of the red line.

 These red lines come from the sixth stone pillar!

 They want to pull Wen Ling into the stone pillar!

“Not good!” the Taoist priest shouted while calling out two spells, “cut these red threads quickly!”

Several spells hit the red lines, but those red lines were not affected at all.

 Bao Mu and Fool drew their swords to chop, but the red thread passed through the sword, but it had no effect.

Xiaolan's heart trembled, and a familiar feeling came back to her mind.

Xiaolan hurriedly grabbed Wenling's arm and lifted her sleeves.

 Sure enough!

 A slender black wooden stick passed through Wenling's palm, which was already a **** mess.

“This is Hongjian!” Xiaolan shouted, “Wenling has been poisoned by Hongjian!”

“Last time Miss Xiaolan was hit by the red tip, it was Xia Ni who used his bugs to detoxify the poison!” Li Muyuan said, “Where is Xia Ni?”

 Everyone turned their heads.

 Xia Ni was still unconscious in the fool's arms, with no intention of waking up.

"He hasn't woken up yet. Is this okay?" The fool was so anxious that he was almost sweating.

"Can't we wake him up?" Qin Yin pulled Wenling's body hard, fighting with the red threads, "Wenling was almost pulled away!"

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Ling's wrist.

The red threads wrapped around Wenling's wrist in circles. The harder Qin Yin fought against the red threads, the tighter the red threads became, and even cut into Wenling's flesh.

“Sister Xiaoyin! You can’t pull any more!” Xiaolan shouted, “If you continue like this, Wen Ling’s hand will be broken!”