Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 137 Special Xi

  This is the word on the sign at the entrance.

  "What to do...what should we do..." Bai Yunqi paled with fright.

  When did the writing person come, I didn’t even feel it at all.

  Am I not sharp anymore?

   Xiaolan's face was gloomy, staring at the words of blood all over the walls.

   "Go, go to Luo Jiutian."

  Luo's father and son were next to Xiaolan. It was quiet and peaceful late at night. There seemed to be no accidents in the other rooms, and the doors were closed properly.

   Xiaolan knocked on the door of Luo's father and son.

  "Who?" Luo Jiutian's vigilant voice came from the door almost at the same time he knocked on the door.

   "This is Xiaolan, something happened."

   "Crack—"

   "What's the matter?" Luo Jiutian was disheveled and he couldn't even put on his slippers. The sleepiness on his face contrasted sharply with the calmness in his voice.

   Xiaolan glanced in the room, Lao Luo was meditating, and after hearing her words, he was ready to get up and walk over.

  "Come to my room," Xiaolan said, "all in my room."

   Xiaolan flashed away, and Luo Jiutian only saw the white clouds behind her.

   "Why is your kid here too?"

   "I..." Bai Yun blushed, stuttering and could not say anything.

  Luo Jiutian found his slippers, and hurried to the next door with his father. The reaction when he entered the door was exactly the same as the two before.

   "I'm a good boy," Luo Jiutian stared at the walls of the room, "Who wrote this? You wrote it?"

   Xiaolan pointed to the outline of the human figure surrounded by blood on the bed, “This was me at the time.”

  Luo Jiutian looked at the "big" character and frowned disgustedly, "Why are you a girl sleeping in this posture?"

  Bai Yun burst out with a "poof" laugh.

   Xiaolan glared at them, and then said, “I dreamed of the girl who died in the clock tower, and was awakened by the bell. When the light was turned on, these words were there.”

   "Dreaming about that girl?" Lao Luo asked, "Is that girl really heartbroken?"

   "I woke up without dreaming such a critical part, but there were other people in the dream."

   "Who is it?" Bai Yun asked.

   "I didn't see it clearly, it may be the murderer, it may be an unrelated person..." Xiao Lan shook her head, "but I can't see clearly, and I can't hear clearly."

   "This way..."

   "Back in the fog, did you mean the fog surrounding this place?" Luo Jiutian asked.

"Have you noticed that there is a standing sign hanging at the entrance with the words'return to the fog"," Xiaolan said hurriedly, "I tore the outermost paper of the standing sign, and wrote on the next layer "Don't go into the mist", the next layer still "returns to the mist", just sticking layer by layer..."

   "I saw that too," Bai Yun suddenly realized, "When I saw it, it said ‘Don’t Go In the Mist’, I didn’t expect that there would be words underneath..."

  Lao Luo and Xiao Luo looked at each other and shook their heads together.

   "The place where we landed is too far from the entrance. We jumped in directly."

  啧, savage.

"First, the deceased entered Miss Xiaolan’s dream, and it was the blood written in this room," Lao Luo said in a low voice, stroking his chin. It seems that the deceased is not malicious towards you..."

   "She has pinched Xiaolan's neck, how can she be malicious?" Bai Yunqi said excitedly, "Does it mean that she has to be killed like Yuxuan to be malicious?"

   "Don't be angry, I won't be killed," Xiaolan stopped Bai Yunqi, and motioned for Lao Luo to continue.

   "So I was thinking, could this sentence be the advice of the deceased?"

  Advice?

  Returning to the fog is advice. Could it be a safe area in the fog?

  But the suffocating and sticky feeling of the mist makes people really don’t want to go back.

  "Your statement is based on the fact that the deceased is not malicious," Bai Yunqi calmed down and analyzed, "What if she is malicious? What if she is tricking us into the fog to kill us?"

   "But there is no fog here, but some people are still dead, right?" Luo Jiutian said unceremoniously.

   Xiaolan hurriedly looked at Bai Yunqi, he was really stunned, tears flickering in his dark pupils.

  Hey, which pot will not be opened and which pot will be used.

"It's impossible for us to get into the fog anyway. We have to investigate after all, and there is no clue in the fog." Xiaolan quickly turned off the subject, "and we don't know the identity of the girl, even though I entered her. Dream, but this word is not necessarily left by her, the words she left and the words left by the murderer have completely different meanings..."

   "It makes sense..."

   "But this Lingxi is really special..." Luo Jiutian said, "I have never seen Xi like this..."

"Speaking of the smell of Lingxi, I have seen very similar ones," Lao Luo recalled, "I was still very young at that time, and not long after learning to recognize the smell of Lingxi, my father is your grandfather. I have seen a special kind of Lingxi. It was a father and son who lost their lives in a fire. A fire took away the father and son. The two of them circled the entrance of Lingxi near the scene of the fire. There were some two lives. My former friend brought things to express my condolences, and he would stray into Xizhong. My father and I struggled to find the results in that Lingxi, and we asked the stray relatives and friends, and finally thought that the two people’s obsession was related to the child’s mother. After using this clue to break through the Xi circle, we found the husband’s wife and the child’s mother. The mother had been away from the father and son for a long time. I was distraught by the news and flew back to the city where the father and son settled that day. At that time, they saw the moment their mother’s tears fell to the ground, and the two finally appeared. They only glanced at the still healthy and prosperous mother. Without saying anything, they went to the grave mountain behind the boundary marker. That special spirit Xi also disappeared."

  Xiaolan opened her lips slightly, listening to Lao Luo's story with great concentration.

  A touching story.

  Mother.

my mother.

  "What is the boundary monument?" Bai Yunqi asked.

  "The boundary monument is...er..." Xiaolan tried to recall Daochang's words and prepared to repeat it to him.

"Young man, you can understand it this way," Lao Luo said first. "The boundary marker is a place for people who can't think about it. The existence of the boundary marker can make people fulfill the last wish in life. The price is to lose the opportunity of reincarnation, and to exist forever in this life. ,Do you understand it?"

   Bai Yunqi seemed to understand, but he nodded obediently.

   "Father, it seems that you still have a lot of stories that you haven't told me," Luo Jiutian hugged Lao Luo's shoulders, "but why are the Xi of father and son and Gao Mingya's Xi similar?"

  "Is it related to wishes?" Bai Yunqi asked, "Does the last wish in life you mentioned just now have anything to do with it?"

  Wish, obsession.

  This is not unreasonable.

  Mingya’s obsession, what exactly is it?

  (End of this chapter)