Monument of Life and Death

 “Sister Xiaoyin!…”

Xiaolan cried hoarsely and smashed against the transparent wall.

The Taoist priest stared intently at Qin Yin in the stone pillar, his clenched fists trembling.

　　Bao Mu was sitting on his knees by the transparent wall, his eyes filled with tears.

The fool was still holding Xia Ni, and he was stunned in place, as if he hadn't realized what happened.

Luo Jiutian and Li Muyuan held the unconscious Jasmine.

Yiyao stood in the middle of the crowd at a loss.

 In a blink of an eye, it became like this.

 Calm people are no longer calm, and strong people are no longer strong.

 “Sister Xiaoyin…”

 Xiaolan's voice slowly dropped.

Yi Yao walked slowly to Xiaolan's side and gently touched Xiaolan's shoulder.

“Miss Xiaolan, Miss Xiaoyin will be fine.”

Xiaolan sniffed, feeling as if her internal organs were burning.

The corners of her mouth twitched and she lowered her head.

 “Miss Xiaolan…”

"I…"

Xiaolan opened her mouth, and the strong smell of blood surged out of her body.

it hurts.

Xiaolan spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the transparent wall and slid down the wall.

 “Miss Xiaolan!”

Yi Yao quickly supported Xiao Lan, and Taoist priest and Bao Mu also rushed over immediately.

 “Xiaolan…”

"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you..." Baomu blinked his eyes, and the tears that he had held back for a long time rolled out, "Xiaolan, you must not be okay..."

Xiaolan looked at the faces of her friends.

 Is my current appearance the same as theirs?

 Heartbroken eyes, heartbroken face.

"I...I'm fine..." Xiaolan was helped to the side by several people.

Li Muyuan stepped forward and grabbed Xiaolan's wrist, "Where does it hurt?"

"Chest...chest..." Xiaolan's breath also became very weak, "a little bit..."

Li Muyuan sighed and let go of Xiaolan's wrist.

“Fortunately, it’s not an injury,” Li Muyuan’s voice was also deep, “Let’s rest for a while.”

Xiaolan nodded, her eyes still reluctantly falling on Qin Yin.

The Taoist priest looked at Xiaolan for a long time. He reached out and patted Xiaolan's head, then held her face and turned her face towards him.

"Xiaolan, Xiaoyin will be fine," the Taoist priest's eyes were calm and steady, "We can't be decadent."

 Xiaolan's chin was trembling.

 I wanted to cry, but I held it back.

 Xiaoyin will not die.

 She promised me that she would not die.

Xiaolan looked at the Taoist priest and nodded slightly.

Li Muyuan walked back to Jasmine and continued to check on Jasmine's condition.

“Muyuan, are you okay with Jasmine?” Luo Jiutian looked as if he had aged ten years.

"It's definitely not good," Li Muyuan shook his head, "But... at least he's still alive, which is better than imagined."

 "Then...will Jasmine..."

“I don’t know,” Li Muyuan sighed again. He turned his head and looked, then sat on the ground weakly. “I don’t know what to do now.”

Li Muyuan held his head, as if he was thinking, but also as if he was escaping.

 Silence.

 Everyone was silent, and there was an unbearable sense of loss in the air. After an unknown amount of time, Li Muyuan sighed and raised his head.

“Let me give it a try,” Li Muyuan folded his legs and knelt down in front of Jasmine, “I don’t know if it will work.”

“Muyuan,” the Taoist priest seemed to have thought of something, and whispered to Li Muyuan, “don’t force yourself.”

Li Muyuan didn't speak. He looked at Jasmine's face. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand.

Li Muyuan pressed the index finger of his right hand on Jasmine's left chest, where her heart was.

 A long, long time passed.

 A faint golden light flickered at Li Muyuan's fingertips.

Xiaolan saw that Jasmine's body seemed to bounce a little.

 Everyone stared at Li Muyuan's fingers.

 Baomu's ears suddenly moved.

 A thin sound reached his ears.

Baomu turned his head and his eyes suddenly widened.

"It's here again!" Baomu stood up suddenly, "Run!"

Li Muyuan turned his head in panic.

 A thin red line climbed out of the seventh stone pillar, crawling towards him like a snake.

Xiaolan understood something.

“Li Muyuan, run!” Xiaolan stood up and pushed Li Muyuan away, “Don’t get caught by it!”

Li Muyuan ran away, and everyone ran with him away from the stone pillar.

“I understand!” Li Muyuan shouted as he ran, “As long as we use psychic energy, it will be felt by it!”

 “Stop talking and run!”

Li Muyuan ran as hard as he could, but before he could even get a few steps, he seemed to trip over something and fell heavily to the ground.

Xiaolan grabbed his arm helplessly, watching him being caught by the red thread and then dragged away by the red thread.

At the last moment when Li Muyuan was dragged into the stone pillar, he shouted at them, "Don't worry! This thing can't kill me!..."

Xiaolan knelt on the ground and covered her face.

 Now, only Xia Ni and Yi Yao are left.

 They watched their companions being swallowed up by the stone pillars one by one, but they could do nothing.

That enemy.

 It’s almost a success.

 Everyone stopped where they were, panting.

 Everyone had a look of complete defeat on their faces.

"Everyone," Luo Jiutian said after a long while, "no matter what, we can't give up."

“No one has given up,” the Taoist priest patted the dust on his clothes a few times, “I’m still thinking of a solution.”

"Looking at it like this, maybe when these eight stone pillars are filled, the enemy's goal will be achieved," the fool said in a low voice, "Now...there are still two left."

Xiaolan looked at the stone pillar.

 There is also a fifth stone pillar and an eighth stone pillar.

By this time, everyone understood that these eight stone pillars, from back to front, were prepared for the leaders of the nine factions.

In the first stone pillar is the head of the Nine Detectives, Jasmine’s spy. In the second stone pillar is Lao Luo’s body. In the third stone pillar is Qiqiaoqiaonu. In the fourth stone is Wu Gentian Tianyuan. Qiao Moqin, the fifth one, must be Xia Ni's position, the sixth stone pillar is Wen Ling, who is a descendant of Sanyan, the seventh stone pillar is Li Muyuan who was just captured, and the last stone pillar...

Xiao Lan turned her face sideways and quietly stared at Yi Yao, who had been quiet for a long time.

Yi Yao was looking at the last stone pillar with a calm face.

 Presumably he also knows what this means.

 Xiaolan cleared her throat.

“It seems that what is missing is the person in charge of the Lu family,” Xiaolan murmured, “Why is this happening?”

Yi Yao shook his head and turned around and said, "I don't know, but..."

Yi Yao paused, and the corners of his mouth tilted bitterly, revealing an almost self-deprecating smile.

"But... Muyuan said that those red threads will catch us when we use spiritual energy and pull us into the stone pillar," Yi Yao continued, "If this is the case, then Xia Ni and I will be safe. ”

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