Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 1155 Don’t tell anyone

 Xiaolan's body was shaking.

  She was frightened, and an inescapable feeling of fear enveloped her.

 “Liao Yilan…Liao Yilan…”

Xiaolan gently called her name.

After a long time, she opened her eyes again.

finally.

 Escaped by himself.

 The world around us has changed again.

   ***

 Wen Ling heard a strange sound.

Wen Ling slightly tilted his head and faced the direction of the sound.

 Plop!

 That was the sound of something falling to the ground.

Wen Ling shrank into the stone pillar behind him.

What could it be?

  Russling, rustling... friction sound.

 It seems that the thing that fell just now is alive.

 “Um...huh?” the thing said, “This is not...”

 Wen Ling's body suddenly sat upright.

This sound is...

 Perhaps you heard it wrong, right?

 The sound of soft footsteps sounded.

The thing is approaching.

After a while, an excited scream made Wen Ling shiver.

 “Ask the spirit! Ask the spirit!”

 A sound of wind.

The man rushed over and grabbed his face.

At this moment, Wen Ling wanted to cry, but...the tears had no outlet.

"Xiao...Xiaoyin..." Wen Ling could only choke and call the name of the person in front of him, "It's great...it's great..."

"That's great! It's really great!..." Qin Yin hugged Wenling tightly and cried loudly, "Wenling, you are not dead! You are still alive! Wenling, you can't die!..."

Wenling patted Qin Yin on the shoulder, "I won't die, Xiaoyin, neither of us will die..."

Qin Yin nodded her head several times. After she calmed down a little, she raised her head from Wen Ling's arms and looked at Wen Ling's face seriously.

That face was still as fair and beautiful as ever, but the place where the eyes should have been was blank.

 “Ask Ling, but... where are your eyes?”

Wenling smiled bitterly.

"He didn't dare to let me see him," Wen Ling shook his head, "So, he blindfolded me."

Qin Yin's muscles suddenly stiffened and he asked cautiously, "Who... is he?"

Wen Ling sighed and shook his head again, "I don't know."

 After a moment, she added, "If I had seen him, I would have known it all."

 Qin Yin understood and nodded silently.

“Xiaoyin,” Wenling grabbed Qin Yin’s hand and asked, “how did you get here?”

Qin Yin briefly recounted his experience, and Wenling listened and nodded. After speaking, Wen Ling asked softly, "So, Xiaoyin, you used your own blood to strengthen your spiritual power?"

“There’s no way,” Qin Yin shrugged, “I don’t know why, but since I entered this place, I haven’t been able to use my abilities very well.”

“Can your blood make psychic powers stronger?” Wen Ling asked.

"Yes..." Qin Yin didn't dare to be too sure, "Aren't you? I thought everyone was like this."

"I am not," Wen Ling said, "As far as I know, only the blood of Taoist Master has a special effect."

"Is that so?" Qin Yin scratched his head and smiled after a while, "Hahaha, maybe the Taoist priest and I are brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years."

“No,” Wen Ling shook his head again, “You are very special, Xiaoyin, you and Taoist Master, you are both special.”

Qin Yin giggled and wanted to make a haha ​​conversation to get rid of this topic.

“Xiaoyin, especially you,” Wenling faced Qinyin as if staring at her, “you are the most special.”

 Qin Yin's smile condensed on his face.

Ming Wenling's eyes have disappeared, but somehow Qin Yin always feels like being penetrated by her gaze.

 “I’m...okay...”

Wenling shook his head one last time, "Xiaoyin, you don't want others to know, that's okay, I won't tell anyone."

Qin Yin was stunned for a few seconds. After a few seconds, he seemed to be discouraged. He lowered his head and said angrily, "Then you must never tell anyone."

"If you don't say it, I won't say it," Wen Ling suddenly smiled, "Besides, after I go out, I probably won't be able to speak out. Then I will be able to say only two words at a time. Who can understand me?" What are you talking about..."

   ***

“Just put less on it,” Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist priest unbearably, “That’s enough, that’s enough, Taoist priest, that’s enough...”

Luo Jiutian's body and face were already covered with the Taoist Priest's light red blood. As the red color spread on Luo Jiutian's body, the Taoist Priest's complexion became paler.

"That's it," Lao Luo grabbed the Taoist priest's hand and stopped his movement, "Brother Taoist priest, thank you very much."

The Taoist priest shook his head slightly, "Jiutian, give it a try."

Luo Jiutian cheered up and nodded solemnly. He raised his left arm slightly, and the Luo Family Panlong Pond, shining with soft luster, appeared in his palm.

"Great! It really works!" Luo Jiutian was overjoyed, "Taoist Priest, please put the blood on yourself quickly."

The Taoist priest nodded, raised his hand and wiped it on his face. However, before the action was over, the Taoist priest staggered and almost fell down.

"Taoist!" Baomu quickly held the Taoist's arm, barely supporting his body, "What's wrong with you?"

“I must have lost too much energy and blood, causing me to be too weak,” Lao Luo also stepped forward and said, “Jiutian, come here and stabilize Taoist Master’s breath.”

Luo Jiutian hurriedly squeezed next to the Taoist priest, raised his right wrist and checked his pulse.

 Silly and Baomu waited anxiously.

Luo Jiutian was probing around. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something. He took a sharp breath of air, then turned his head and looked at Lao Luo in shock.

 Lao Luo frowned and stared into Luo Jiutian's eyes. The two seemed to be communicating with their eyes.

 Silly and Baomu didn't know what was happening, their hearts were in their throats.

"Jiutian, is Taoist Master's condition serious?" The fool's voice was stuck in his throat, as if he was worried that his loud voice would alarm them.

Before Luo Jiutian could answer, the Taoist priest's hollow voice came faintly.

"Fool, I'm fine..." The Taoist priest lying in Baomu's arms said and opened his eyes, "Don't worry..."

“Taoist Master!” Baomu called out aggrievedly, “Are you okay?”

"It's okay..." Taoist priest forced a smile and supported Baomu's body to sit up, "I'm just a little tired."

After finishing speaking, he looked up and saw Luo Jiutian who was observing him with strange eyes.

The Taoist priest stretched out his hand, grabbed Luo Jiutian's palm, and pressed it hard.

Luo Jiutian was startled and looked down at his hand in a daze.

“Okay, just wake up,” Lao Luo sighed softly, patted his son on the back, and gave him a signal beyond words, “Jiutian, first put on the Panlong Armor for the Taoist Priest.”

Luo Jiutian paused again. For a long time, he didn't say anything. He just lowered his head again and finished casting the spell in silence.