Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 162 Her

  Is it all over.

  Perhaps all this has just begun.

   Xiaolan ran at full speed, Yuxuan's breathing gradually became short in her ear.

  But Yuxuan didn't say anything, she gritted her teeth and insisted.

That does not work.

  The two walked all day, how could it be possible to run over such a long distance at once.

  And Yuxuan's injury is still not healed.

   Thinking of this, Xiaolan stopped directly.

   "What's the matter?" Yuxuan also slammed the brakes, panting, "What's going on... Is something..."

   "This is not the way," Xiaolan took Yuxuan's hand, "hold me tight."

Although Yuxuan didn't know what was going on, she was obviously used to this state of ignorance, and obediently grasped Xiaolan's hand.

   Xiaolan raised his other hand and drew a circle in the air. The place where the finger traversed has the texture of water ripples. This is the spatial ability obtained from Xiaoyin.

   Squeezing Yuxuan's palm, Xiaolan resolutely took Yuxuan and plunged into the ring of rippling water.

   Yuxuan let out a short scream.

  The two of them just disappeared in place.

  A water wave-like ring appeared at a distant location at the same time.

   A hand jerked through the ring.

  The other hand, head, shoulders, torso, legs...

  After Xiaolan turned out the space chain, he hurriedly turned around to catch the staggering Yuxuan.

   "Ahem!...Here...Where is this...Ah! Why are you here!..."

   Yuxuan struggled to stand up and looked around.

  This is clearly the clock tower where the two finally escaped!

  The two are standing in the middle of the large but empty Bell Tower Square.

Before Xiaolan had time to explain, Yuxuan probably understood the current situation based on the conversation just now.

   "So it's possible that Meng Fuling's lair was in the bell tower, or even upstairs in that little black house?"

   Yuxuan nodded when Xiaolan nodded, and she felt it was weird.

  But there are too many bizarre things here, and it’s not bad.

  The two ran to the next room where the moonlight came in and searched around, and they found the lighting equipment. Although the light was weak due to insufficient power, it was at least better than black when paired with Xiaolan's flashlight.

   "The door to the storage room is nearby."

   Xiaolan pointed to the wall where there was no hidden door hidden at first glance.

   "The door is hidden in the pattern."

   Yuxuan thought that her brother was still lying there alone, and immediately started looking for the crack in the door.

"I'm wondering if the secret room is next to the storage room," Xiaolan looked at the three-meter extra space, "Yu Xuan, first look for the door of the storage room. I'll go there and take a look. "

"it is good."

  The two lay on the wall, groping intently.

Yuxuan found it first.

   "I found it!"

   "Crack..."

  Familiar smell rushes over.

   Xiaolan also threw away her hand and opened the secret door.

   "I think the wall next to it is okay," Xiaolan shook his head, "I guess the entrance is inside, let's go, let's go in now."

  Yu Xuan got what she wanted, and gently walked into the dark storage room.

   "Mingya? Chu Jing?"

   Xiaolan tried to call the names of the two, trying to hit her luck to see if the two were on her side.

  The answer is silence.

Ok.

  The faintly trembling light source illuminates the surroundings, illuminating the wheelchair and tools that have been left here for a long time.

  Put the light source on the flat surface, and the two of them began to search for the door leading to the next door.

  **

  On the street.

  The blue light spot in the palm of Lao Luo's palm flickered, causing him to frown.

   "What's the matter, dad?"

  Luo Jiutian hurriedly asked when his father was embarrassed.

  "The spirit of this white cloud kid is very strange. It's near and far away, strong and weak, just like..."

   "Did he find that we were following him?"

  Lao Luo shook his head, "Unlike, although the energy of the spiritual tide is changing, but the direction of his movement has not changed, he has a place to go."

   "Father... Can our Panlongchi really find Xiaolan girl?"

  Lao Luo ran with strides, while unconsciously squeezing the artifact in his hand.

   "I hadn't noticed when Miss Xiaolan was there. Now it seems that it is the same as I thought at first," Lao Luo said very solemnly, "Girl Xiaolan, she has something to do with her."

  Luo Jiutian's pupils flickered a few times, but his pace did not slow down.

  "Are you sure?...sure..."

"Of course I can't be sure. She has disappeared for so many years..." Old Luo Si thoughtfully glanced at the sky, "It's just that when I watched Miss Xiaolan demonstrate her abilities, I suddenly thought of her, and wondered if the two of them still have the ability. What's the connection? But after hearing Miss Xiaolan's description, I feel different."

   "What if that girl doesn't know what her abilities are?"

  Lao Luo nodded, "It's also possible, Miss Xiaolan...oh...whatever it is, we must protect her, after all, people related to her..."

  Lao Luo hesitated to speak but stopped.

  Luo Jiutian did not seem to hear his father's words.

  Lao Luo sinks his eyebrows and tightens his lips.

  The two kept a proper speed and continued to chase.

  **

  The chief three eagerly looked at the position of the front eye.

  "Binoculars telescope!"

  The pineapple slapped Maple's arm and urged him.

  Maple Sugar quickly opened the backpack and found out the equipment of the three people.

   "There is a bell tower, and the center of this town is the bell tower." The Taoist took the telescope and began to watch.

   "Time!" The pineapple seemed to have thought of something.

   "Yes," Tao Chang nodded, "It seems that time is the most important thing in this world."

   "So after entering here, our time has also changed." Maple syrup suddenly realized.

  As soon as the voice fell, a bell rang in the distance, and the distant bell sounded regularly.

   "It's almost dawn."

  The trio turned their heads tacitly and rushed down the roof, and ran towards the bell tower against the route drawn by maple sugar.

   "Will Xiaolan be there?" Pineapple asked worriedly as she ran.

  No one knows the answer.

  Pineapple looked at the two men who were obviously meditating, and their hearts became even more anxious.

"Xiaolan's put aside beforehand," said the Taoist chief, his eyes still fixed on the front, "I was thinking, what does time mean to the high-minded world? How can we create such a big world with Zhong as the center …Time is likely to be the clue to solving the problem."

  Hidden clues in time.

  I don’t know if Xiaolan can quickly discover this.

  Before dawn, the last night, the last evil story.

  Whether it is the person who tells the story or the person in the story, they are all in a hurry in the last time.

  I don’t know what I’m doing or what I want to do.

   Just do it.

   Xiaolan's finger seemed to touch something strange suddenly.

  The first glimmer of sunlight from the horizon sheds on the running people.

  Evil, kind, disguised, innocent.

  The night has passed.

  (End of this chapter)