Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 118 Memory Bias

  Dapeng stared at Xiaolan intently, for fear of missing her every word.

"really?"

  Xiao Lan nodded his head, "It's true, the two sisters are really fairies."

  "Dapeng!" The luggage over there has been transported, and we are about to set off. Several uncles half-opened the door and shouted towards Dapeng, "I'm packed, ready to get on the bus!"

  Dapeng asked Daochang and Xiaolan a few more about Huazhi, and the whole person's mental outlook changed.

   "I should go..." Dapeng turned around and glanced at the door, "Thank you so much."

   "Don't thank us," Dao Chang stretched out his right arm and held Dapeng's palm. "You also did a very meaningful thing. The scarf returned to the owner. This thing should return to the original owner."

  After finishing speaking, Dao Chang retracted his hand, Dapeng lowered his head, and in his palm, a ring was lying there intact.

   Dapeng's face suddenly changed, "This...Where did you get this?"

"In a place where it shouldn't exist," the Taoist patted Dapeng on the shoulder, "but none of this is important anymore. This story has disappeared with Lianshui Village. I will return it to you, not to make you shudder. But I hope that you and Tongtong can live without concern."

   Seeing the flustered look of his father, the children ran over from a distance and grabbed the corner of his father's clothes.

   "Dad, we should go now..."

  Pineapple squatted down and laughed, "You must be obedient, sensible, and grow up well, you know?"

  Tongtong nodded, pursed his lips and smiled, his face flushed.

  Dapeng stared at the ring in his hand, his chin trembled slightly, a few seconds later, as if he had made some decision, he held the palm of his hand tightly.

   "We are all for Tongtong."

   "I know," the Taoist smiled gently, "You go quickly, don't let your family wait too long."

  Dapeng’s eye sockets were a little red, and the other hand held Tongtong.

  "Goodbye Dapeng!" Xiaolan waved, "Goodbye Tongtong!"

  The relatives of Huazhi and Dapeng stood in the door of the car and looked at here nervously. They became orphans and flower bushes early on. Because of these people who cared about them, they had a happy first half of their lives.

   "Let's go, let's go..." Xiaoyin also blushed, "Your...cousin, cousin, wait a long time, let's go quickly..."

  Dapeng looked at them for the last time without saying a word, took Tongtong and turned away.

  "Should we really do this?" Maple sugar frowned when she looked at the back of the two.

  Pineapple punched him dissatisfied.

   "Shut up," the idiot gave him a blank look, "We are not doing bad things, so what right do you have to say..."

   "But..."

  "Stop the noise, go in for dinner," the Taoist leader interrupted the two people's argument, "We are also going to leave today, there are still many things to do, let's go."

   Xiaoyin cheered and rushed into the lobby. The cars drove towards the road out of the mountain. Xiaolan watched the last car disappear from Panshan Road, looked at the distant mountains, and walked into the dining room.

   "We will move separately later." The Taoist chief methodically arranged work while eating. "A few people go to the city to find a cemetery. Others go back and pack their luggage. We can leave at noon."

  "Let’s go to the city," the pineapple peeled the eggs and put them in the bowl of maple syrup. "Give me the backpack with the bones. I just bought some food to bring back."

  Dao nodded, "Then the four of us go to the city, Xiaoyin fool Baomu, you go back to the hotel and call if you have any problems."

   Xiaolan had just swallowed half of the porridge, and she glanced at her incomprehensibly.

  Why do you assume that you are going to follow the Taoist leader? Am I a pendant?

   "What's wrong?" The Taoist chief noticed Xiaolan's eyes, "Don't you want to go to the city?"

"Ah I……"

"Let Xiaolan go back with us," Xiaoyin said with a bun full of buns in his mouth, "I have to do tasks with these two big men every time. It's not interesting at all, huh... "

   "Then I... Then I and Xiaoyin will go back," Xiaolan said, "I haven't bought a cemetery. I can't help much over there, but I can help organize the girls' luggage."

Dao Master put down his chopsticks, glanced at Xiaolan silently, and nodded.

  After the meal, a taxi arrived, and the three of them drove to the city. Xiaolan followed the logistics iron triangle and quickly returned to the Sunset Hotel.

  Sunset Hotel was deserted and deserted. I don’t know if the girl at the front desk was fired or what, but she hadn’t seen it again since she came back. The lobby was empty, Xiaoyin looked around with Xiaolan’s arm slung.

   "What's weird..."

   "Me too," Xiaolan followed into the elevator, "I feel lifeless."

  "It may be the weather," Baomu sniffed in the air. "Today is cloudy, and the air is very humid. It may rain."

   Xiaolan was surprised, "Baomu, do you still have this ability?"

   Baomu scratched his head happily.

The four people folded the clothes hanging in the closet in an orderly manner. Although it was the morning, the light that penetrated the window was getting darker and darker, and thick clouds gradually filled the sky. As Baomu said, it was a heavy rain. It is inevitable.

   "That's right," Xiaolan asked suddenly when she was sitting on the bed folding clothes, "Why, Dao Master didn't tell Brother Dapeng what we saw in the cave?"

   "Huh?" Xiaoyin wiped his sweat, "The chief said, you didn't hear it?"

   Xiaolan corrected patiently, “The Daoist only said that we found the skeleton of Silesinan, but didn’t say what we had encountered before. Brother Dapeng might have a clue...”

   "Before that?..." The fool raised his head and narrowed his eyes to recall, "Is there anything special before then?"

   Xiaoyin narrowed her neck, "I don't remember anything special."

   "We heard a strange sound..." Xiao Lan pointed to her ears, "There is still a bright light, and then...we are all unconscious..."

  The other three looked at each other, and the fool laughed out loud.

   "Xiaolan, you won't have any hallucinations again, right? It's an ordinary cave," the idiot put his hand on Xiaolan's forehead, "It's just damp and cold. Is it because he is sick and starting to dream..."

   "Are you... joking with me?" Xiaolan looked at the three of them questioningly.

  "Hey, this kid," the fool curled his lips and pushed Baomu out, "Come on, let the honest man talk to you."

"There is nothing in the cave, but the smell is very strange," Baomu held his chin, "and the cave is not too long. The only strange thing is that it seems to be walking on a flat road, but the exit is on the top of the mountain. We start from the basin. I walked to the top of the mountain, but I didn't feel like climbing."

   Xiaoyin approached with concern, "Xiaolan, do you dream of... what did you see?"

  Looking at the appearance of the three, it definitely does not seem to be lying.

  Where did the problem go? Did they forget it, or did they say that it was really just their own dream.

   "Baomu, what is the weird smell in the cave?" Xiao Lan tentatively asked.

  Baomu's nose moved again, "I can't remember...I haven't smelled it before, it makes people feel very sad."

   "At that time, you said it was the smell of death." Xiaolan guided.

  "Is that the smell of Silisinan's remains," Baomu waved his hand, "The smell in the cave is different."

Ok? He still remembers the discovery of the bones of the two.

  Isn’t that part of my own illusion?

  "Wait!" As he was thinking, Baomu called out abruptly, raising one hand high, "There is a smell here."

   Xiaoyin stood still in fright, "What smells and smells, don't be scary!"

   "The smell is very weak, but it is obvious, like the smell floating upstairs," Baomu's pure eyes panicked, stood up and tried to run outside, "That's...that's the smell of gas!"

  (End of this chapter)