Monument of Life and Death

The Taoist priest immediately stood up and rushed to the stone steps in a few steps.

 Baomu blocked Xiaolan and Yi Yao who were lying on the ground.

 “Is...what is it?”

 Tao Chang held his breath and narrowed his eyes.

His head is slightly tilted to the right.

　　Seems confused.

 “What’s wrong?” the fool asked upon seeing this.

Judging from the Taoist priest's reaction, the visitor should not be dangerous.

"Jiutian," the Taoist priest turned his head. Although he was calling Luo Jiutian, he didn't look at him. "Come here."

Luo Jiutian didn't know what to say, but he didn't hesitate and walked over quickly.

 He looked at the bottom of the stone steps and was stunned.

 Suddenly, an excited shout exploded.

 “Dad!”

Dad?

Luo Jiutian rushed down excitedly. The Taoist priest had no time to catch him, so he had to follow him.

 The fool and Baomu looked at each other.

Not long after, a familiar voice came from under the stone steps.

“Okay, Jiutian, now is not the time…”

As he spoke, the owner of the voice poked his head out from the edge of the stone steps.

 “Lao Luo?”

 “Uncle Luo!”

Lao Luo held up the corner of his long coat and gave a friendly smile to Fool and Baomu.

 Then, his eyes turned to Yi Yao and Xiao Lan.

 The smile on his face disappeared instantly.

 “Not good!” Lao Luo hurriedly walked over the last few steps, “Wake up Miss Xiaolan quickly!”

Baomu looked back and forth at Xiaolan and Lao Luo with blank eyes.

 Finally, he looked at the Taoist priest for help.

 But the Taoist priest was not much better.

But the fool lifted the Xia Ni on his back, cleared his throat and asked, "Uncle Luo, where have you been for such a long time?"

 “I went to find Wu Ren, the human god.”

 “Wu Ren?!” The fool was shocked, “What are you looking for her for?”

Lao Luo looked at a few people deeply and squatted next to Xiao Lan.

 Xiaolan and Yi Yao were still immersed in sleep, completely unaware of what was happening around them.

Lao Luo gently held Xiaolan's arm and tried to shake her.

  Has no intention of waking up at all.

Seeing that Xiaolan could no longer wake up, Lao Luo sighed, raised his eyes, and fell on Yi Yao.

The eyes of several people also moved with him.

“Dad,” Luo Jiutian squatted down next to Lao Luo, “What happened?”

“This Yi Yao,” Lao Luo raised his hand and pointed at Yi Yao, “is no longer the Yi Yao we are familiar with.”

Several people reacted to the meaning of this sentence.

　　Expressions of fear and worry replaced confusion on everyone's faces.

"What?" The fool's breathing became rapid, "You...you mean, this Yi Yao is fake?"

"It's hard to describe," Lao Luo shook his head. What came to mind was the candle belonging to Yi Yao he saw in Wu Ren's place. "But what is certain is that after appearing from the entrance here, this Yi Yao's Consciousness is no longer Yi Yao’s own.”

The Taoist priest frowned and recalled what happened after entering this space.

 Indeed, it seems that every step they take is driven by one person.

 That is, Yi Yao.

Yiyao is hidden behind those weird stone pillars, making it difficult for everyone to discover his weirdness at the first time.

 Thinking of this, fear crawled up the Taoist priest's spine like a cold worm. "Now, Yi Yaozheng and Xiaolan are communicating in the dream world," the breath exhaled from the Taoist leader's mouth seemed to be cold, "Is this... a trap?"

"So we have to find a way to wake up Xiaolan," Lao Luo did not answer directly, "How long have they been sleeping?"

"It won't be long," the fool replied hurriedly, "it should be enough time, right?"

"Since nothing has happened yet, it should be in time." Lao Luo nodded firmly.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm just afraid that something will happen if I wait too long," Lao Luo looked at them, "What reason did he use to trick Xiao Lan into sleeping with him?"

“He said that people with a single thought can also display psychic powers through dreams,” Luo Jiutian said. “In dreams, people with a single thought can obtain revelations from their ancestors.”

 Lao Luo expressed doubts, “I have never heard of it.”

"I haven't heard of it either," Luo Jiutian hammered his thigh angrily, "I thought it was because I didn't know much about Yi Nian. It was all my fault. I was not cautious."

"How can you expect so much?" Lao Luo patted the back of Luo Jiutian's hand to express comfort. "As far as I know, Yi Yao does not have the ability to display psychic powers through dreams."

“So, it’s someone else who is dreaming now?” Baomu asked.

Lao Luo shook his head solemnly, and after his eyes swayed slightly, he looked down at Yi Yao as if he had figured something out.

"I think," Lao Luo's words were resounding, "this so-called Yi Yao is not asleep at all."

 As he said that, everyone’s eyes were all focused on Yi Yao.

That face is still calm and peaceful.

 But the silence did not last long.

 A smile slowly crept up the corner of Yi Yao's mouth.

Yiyao opened her mouth and let out a slightly teasing sigh.

 “You finally found it.”

Yi Yao opened her eyes, lay on the spot, and stretched.

"If you don't notice, I won't be able to continue acting," Yi Yao smiled and sat up, "I didn't expect that just lying down would be so tiring."

 “Who are you?” The fool grasped Xia Ni behind his back tightly, fearing that he would be in danger, “Why do you want to harm Xiaolan?”

"I'm nobody," Yi Yao stood up and dusted himself off, "I'm just a nobody."

 The fool carried Xia Ni and stayed away from Yi Yao.

"You don't have to be afraid," Yi Yao smiled and waved at him, "The person behind you is useless now."

 The fool subconsciously turned his head.

 Xia Ni didn’t change at all.

 What does this mean?

“Now,” Yi Yao raised her arms gracefully, making a gesture of embracing the air, “I’m the only one left.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound not far away.

Baomu’s ears twitched and he turned his head.

"No!" Baomu stood up abruptly, "Those red lines are here again!"

 The red line that had not appeared for a long time climbed up from the direction of the stone pillar.

The Taoist priest did not hesitate and picked up Xiao Lan on the ground.

 However, the target of the red line is not Xiaolan.

　　but Yi Yao.

Yi Yao was like a target, with intertwined red lines reflected in his dark pupils.

 The smile on his face was almost crazy.

 The red thread wrapped around Yi Yao's limbs.

 “Can’t let them take him away!” Lao Luo shouted.

 But this time, even Lao Luo couldn't stop it from happening.

Yiyao was dragged towards the stone pillar by the red line. The speed of the red line was getting faster and faster. Everyone had no choice but to watch Yi Yao enter the eighth stone pillar with a satisfied smile.

Baomu looked around nervously.

 The red line seems not to appear again.

 However, the last stone pillar is empty.

 That is the fifth stone pillar belonging to Sixia.