Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 129 Unexpected Death

   With her petite body, Xiaolan found a gap in the fence and got in.

  Now I am alone. I don’t know why. Every time when I am alone, Xiaolan always has the urge to do evil.

   But not now. If you are found out, you will definitely be beaten to death by the combination of Xiaoyin and Pineapple.

The second floor of the high building was temporarily sealed, and the front door was locked with a seal. Xiaolan looked around. After making sure that there was no one, she gently tore off the seal. Considering her wonderful ability to unlock the lock, others did not have it, so she left a door for others. Go upstairs first.

  Walking to the second floor, I heard small conversations from upstairs.

  They have arrived?

   Xiaolan quickened his pace, and when he walked to the door of the classroom, he realized something was wrong.

   "This girl's Xi is a bit special..."

   "Otherwise, the above would not send us two over..."

   "You kid..."

  These are two completely strange voices.

  Someone else is coming?

   Xiaolan ducked to hide by the wall, and secretly looked in the door.

  The two inside the door seemed to feel something, and stopped talking, and looked out the door at the same time.

  The two sides just looked at each other.

  It's really embarrassing.

  In the door are two tall and thin men, one is younger, the other is middle-aged, and they look slightly similar.

   "Oh, I said what sound is outside the door," the young man leaned at a small table, looked at the door and smiled, "It turns out that it's a little girl, you also came to that other world, little sister?"

  There is no way, Xiao Lan grabbed the door frame, pretending to be trembling and poking out her head.

  Why are they so slow?

  But the two of them seem to be friendly, so there should be no trouble.

  "Are you...so too?..."

   "Yes, we also came to travel to another world to find treasures," the young man dressed in black, smiled and waved at Xiaolan, "Let's go together!"

   Before Xiaolan could say anything, the middle-aged man slapped the young man's head with a palm.

   "What nonsense!" The middle-aged man finished cleaning up the young man, turned his head and smiled at Xiaolan very kindly, "Little girl, go home, this is not a fun place."

   Xiaolan stood at the door and carefully looked at the two of them.

The young man was in his early twenties, and the middle-aged man was in his forties and fifty years old. Moonlight poured in through the window and outlined two tall and slender figures. The two of them carried travel bags like them, and there was no feeling from them. To malicious or dangerous.

   Xiaolan looked in the corridor, but she still couldn't see the shadow of her companion.

  They won’t be caught anymore.

   "Forget it, nine days," the middle-aged man saw that Xiaolan was unmoved, and pushed the young man beside him, "Go and shut the door, don't let the children in."

  Xiaolan heard that the two of them had to shut themselves out of the door. They had a bad heart, and no matter how they couldn't let others block the way, he quickly stepped into the classroom.

  The moment the toe steps in, the surrounding changes instantly, with the stepped foot as the center, a circle of red light spreads out.

   Xiao Lan fixedly stared at her feet, only a distant "little girl" was left in her ear, and she couldn't hear anything.

  A wisp of cold wind swept across his face.

   Xiaolan raised her eyes.

  Can't see clearly.

  A thick white mist enveloped everything around, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood, and there was the sound of wind rolling by.

  The surrounding scenery can only show a faint outline.

  But the outline can be seen, this is no longer the classroom of the second and third class of high school.

   Xiaolan took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and made sure that there was no one around him.

  Opened his eyes again, the surrounding fog faded a bit, branches, tree trunks, here seemed to be a withered forest, the cold wind swept through the fallen leaves everywhere, and there was no sign of life.

  Ah, there is one more of myself.

   "Is there no one?"

  The voice drifted away gently.

  There is no way, Xiaolan sighed in her heart, put her backpack tightly on her back, and walked forward alone.

  Without taking a few steps, the fog gradually dissipated. Xiaolan speeded up and ran. As the fog became lighter and lighter, not far away, a group of buildings surrounded by towering red brick walls appeared in front of him.

  Is this the realm of Mingya?

  From this perspective, there are at least 20 high and low buildings in the surrounding wall. Just as Xiaolan imagined, the architectural style of these buildings is very similar to that of Zhangcheng Middle School.

  And this mist is like a barrier, embracing everything in front of you.

  Xiaolan walked along the wall. So far, he has not encountered anyone. If there is no entrance to the wall, then how to turn over is also a problem.

The wall is also quiet, occasionally you can see a few dead vines on the top of the wall, walking out of the fog, the **** smell is not so strong, but it has not completely disappeared, the smell has been faintly lingering around. Can't drop.

  Everything is so dilapidated and lifeless.

   Xiaolan walked like this, and at a corner, a strange standing sign was erected crookedly in front of him.

  "Brand?" Xiaolan leaned forward curiously.

This is a stand made of layers of white paper. It is supported by a rusty metal tube. After wind and rain, it has obviously curled and turned yellow. There are still a few fallen leaves between the papers. It should have been here for a long time.

  This Mingya has only been dead for more than a week.

   Xiaolan turned to the front and looked at the words on the stand.

  "Back to the fog"

   "In the fog?" Xiaolan raised her head and looked at the thick liquid mist that was not far away, "Shall I go into the fog?"

  Who wrote this, why go to the fog?

too weird.

   Xiaolan rubbed the curled white paper and turned it over. The stack of paper did not stick to each other tightly, and Xiaolan pulled the outermost piece of paper off.

The paper inside    still has words written on it.

  "Don't go into the fog"

  "This..." Xiaolan tilted his head, "What is in the mist, is it to let me go?"

  Without hesitation, Xiaolan tore off the paper again.

  "Back to the fog"

rip off.

  "Don't go into the fog"

  "Back to the fog"

  "Don't go into the fog"

  "……"

   Xiaolan threw the paper in her hand to the ground.

   Is it playing me? Come in with hard work, just tear the paper here to play?

   "I won't play with you anymore."

   Xiaolan gathered the torn paper into a ball, and was about to find a trash can nearby to throw it in. At that moment, a figure flashed past the corner.

  Someone! At least there is something alive!

   "Who is there!" Xiaolan shouted and rushed over, "I am not a bad person!"

   "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

   Seeing that the figure couldn't run away, he curled up to the corner, holding his head and shaking, begging for mercy in his mouth.

   Xiaolan didn't dare to get too close, and stood far away and asked, "Who are you? Someone wants to kill you?"

  The man slowly raised his head. There were still wet tears, blood and dirt on the handsome boy's face, and his eyes were full of fear and panic.

  The young man saw Xiaolan intently, and a pair of apricot eyes suddenly lit up.

   "I know you! I know you!"

   "Huh?" Xiao Lan narrowed her eyes, "Who are you?"

   "I know you, you are Liao Yilan," the young man stood up tremblingly, "I am...I am Bai Yuxuan's brother, Bai Yunqi..."

   Xiaolan widened her eyes in surprise, "Are you her brother?"

  The boy nodded, his eyes could not hide his loneliness, "I saw you that night, and Yuxuan and I came in together."

   Xiaolan looked around the boy, "What about Bai Yuxuan? Are you separated too?"

  The young boy's crystal eyes were filled with tears again.

   "Yu Xuan, is dead..."

  (End of this chapter)