Monument of Life and Death

Xiao Lan stared blankly at Xia Ni, who was still unconscious.

 She understood what Yi Yao meant.

"Xia Ni...may not wake up in a short time," Yi Yao explained, "And I...I don't know how to use psychic powers at all."

Yiyao lowered his head and spoke in a very dejected tone.

“But you can’t take it lightly,” the Taoist priest said. “The same goes for Xia Ni.”

 Speaking, the Taoist priest looked at the fool holding Xia Ni. The fool nodded to reassure him.

“As for the Lu family that Xiaolan mentioned...” Taoist priest pondered, “Mr. Yi, do you know much about the Lu family?”

"The Lu family..." Yi Yao said cautiously, "Speaking of it, the Lu family should be the faction with the deepest connections with the other eight sects. As mercenaries of the nine sects, the Lu family will take over the business orders of the other eight families, and Yi Nian, as the General Assembly The main funder of the event will have more connections with the Lu family than other families."

“What kind of person is Lu Lanbo?” the Taoist priest asked.

 “Lu Lanbo is a forthright and upright person, and he doesn’t seem like someone who would hide evil intentions, but...”

At this point, even Yi Yao began to hesitate.

"But..." Yi Yao continued, "At present, it seems that there are endless things about people who know their faces but not their hearts..."

The Taoist priest had no time to pay attention to Yi Yao's melancholy thoughts and asked directly, "We know very little about the Lu family. Do you know anything that can restrain the Lu family's Lu Xiang?"

"When it comes to restraint... I can't think of anything at the moment. After all, I don't usually participate in battles." Yi Yao turned to look at Luo Jiutian, "Maybe Jiutian will have some clues?"

Luo Jiutian's expression didn't look like he had a clue. He looked up at the sky and sighed.

"If my father were here, he might have some ideas. I really don't know anything."

 Is there no solution?

Xiaolan sat on the ground in despair, scratching her nails on the stone ground.

"Actually..." Baomu suddenly spoke, "I have always felt that this place is very strange."

 “Where are you pointing?” the Taoist priest asked quickly.

“The whole world here,” Baomu drew a circle casually with his finger, “and everything we just experienced, it doesn’t seem real.”

“Of course this is not in the real world,” the fool said feebly. “We have long been in an illusion set by the enemy.”

"Is it really an illusion?" The Taoist priest seemed to understand what Baomu meant, "Not necessarily."

 The fool raised his eyelids and said, "Then this is..."

"This world is separated from reality, but it is inextricably linked to reality, and this world has always been controlled by some kind of force... Don't you feel familiar with this feeling?" Baomu said slowly.

 After listening to Baomu's words, a somewhat bizarre answer jumped into Xiaolan's mind.

This answer made Xiaolan feel cold all over.

“Baomu is right,” the Taoist priest’s eyes became solemn, “It’s the realm.”

boundary.

 This world looks too much like the world.

It is messy and disorderly, but it is obviously following certain rules.

“If it’s a boundary, then whose boundary is this?” Xiaolan couldn’t help but ask.

Tao Chang slightly bends his fingers and gently presses his knuckles against his chin.

 This is a typical action of a Taoist priest when he is thinking.

“This world is so vast and complex, I’m afraid...it’s not formed by one person’s soul.”

Xiaolan suddenly thought of something and stood up nervously.

"Speaking of which, we seem to have met a very similar existence before," Luo Jiutian raised an index finger, "There is very much like here..."

 Exactly what Xiaolan thought.

Xiaolan’s eyes were blazing and her voice was loud.

 “Ten-day feast!”

"Ten-day banquet?" Yi Yao's brows tightened, "It sounds familiar, like... a game, right?"

"It's a virtual reality game," Xiaolan spoke faster, "That's right...that's it...everything can be explained..."

 The excitement that the puzzle was finally solved burned in Xiaolan's eyes. She paced back and forth, talking to herself. "No wonder... no wonder what happens in the game affects reality, no wonder I was caught in the court after the game ended, no wonder..."

"So... this is a huge world," the fool struggled to understand all this, "and the so-called virtual world of the Ten Days Banquet is actually a world."

"I even suspect," Baomu said seriously, "that the Ten-Day Banquet may be a preview and rehearsal here."

"Those missing spirits..." the Taoist priest whispered, "Do you still remember those missing spirits?"

Xiaolan nodded.

The Taoist priest looked around, his eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness in front of him, and he saw the figure standing behind the darkness.

"Here, there is also the world of the Ten-Day Banquet," the Taoist Master said word by word. "It may come from the countless spirits that should have been reincarnated, but have disappeared inexplicably."

   ***

When Qin Yin woke up, it was like a person who had fallen into the water and finally breathed air, taking a deep breath of cold air.

 The thin threads were still wrapped around her body. Qin Yin could not move or even open his eyes.

But I can still breathe.

 Qin Yin struggled for a moment.

The thin threads were wrapped too tightly and it was impossible to break free. They cut into the skin, causing Qin Yin's whole body to hurt.

Qin Yin moved his fingers and felt Oscar clenched tightly in his hand.

 The little guy seems to be struggling too.

 Is this little guy still alive?

 If you put it that way... then Jasmine should still be alive.

Qin Yin retracted his legs, feeling something was wrong.

 Before fainting, he should have been curled up in the stone pillar.

 But now...I am lying flat on my back.

Qin Yin rubbed his **** everywhere, feeling the presence underneath him.

 Smooth, slightly cool... This is no longer the small space in the stone pillars.

 I am currently lying on a platform.

 Have you been transferred?

 If you are transferred, then others...

 Qin Yin thought of asking Ling.

She became excited, opened her lips with great effort, and spit out a string of words that even she herself could not hear clearly.

　　　…&&*#@（ask the spirit!）…*“《%*&￥（Are you there?）…”

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qin Yin seemed to really hear a rustling sound not far away from him.

 A grinding sound.

 Then the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, approaching me.

Is it going to be a spiritual inquiry?

Qin Yin has some expectations, but for some reason, it’s more... fear.

 The footsteps stopped next to him.

Qin Yin wanted to open her eyes, but all she could see through her eyelids was blood red.

The man didn't speak, but Qin Yin knew that he was observing himself.

 Qin Yin held his breath.

Danger.

  It is a very dangerous feeling.

 This is not asking the spirit.

After a while, the friction sound started again, and Qin Yin felt that the man seemed to have put a finger in the middle of his eyebrows.

 “What are you... again?”