Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 164: Everything can be counted

Chapter 164 Everything can be counted

Xiaolan reached out to Meng Fuling who was lying on the stone bed.

"What are you going to do?!" Yuxuan pulled back Xiaolan's hand.

"Look if he is dead or alive." Xiaolan blinked naturally.

"He... he... he... what if he is alive?"

"Then quickly kill him, what a simple question," Xiaolan said, hating iron and steel, "If you can't beat him, you will run away."

Speaking, Xiaolan put her finger on Meng Fuling's neck regardless of any obstacles.

Icy body.

Can't feel the temperature, even the slightest beating under the skin.

Meng Fuling is dead?

"It's dead," Xiaolan said.

Yuxuan shivered again.

"What...when did you die..."

Xiaolan fiddled with Meng Fuling's stiff corpse and carefully observed it by candlelight.

"I don't know, wow, people in this place won't rot even if they die. I can't see when they died."

Xiaolan said, lifting her chin in wonder.

"But if he died early and always appeared in front of us as the deceased, Lao Luo's Panlong Pond should be able to feel his Lingxi.

"When will you die?"

At this time, Yuxuan also got up bravely, hiding behind Xiaolan and looking at it, and asked, "How did he die?"

Well, this is also the key.

The surface of the corpse did not look like any wounds. Xiao Lan poked and poked, and was too embarrassed to strip off the corpse’s clothes, but there was nothing unusual about the exposed skin.

"It doesn't seem to have been hurt."

"Then... he is dead, can we go out?"

"Yeah," Xiao Lan turned his head, "Mingya and the others' realm is to trap Meng Fuling. Meng Fuling is dead, so it should be broken."

"I don't understand this... means we can go out?"

Xiaolan pursed her lips and looked at Meng Fuling's corpse solemnly.

"If the world is broken, it will disappear directly, but now that the world is still there, it means that the matter is not over yet."

Xiaolan stared at the corpse unkindly.

Are you going to break up the dead Meng Fuling directly?

In fact, it is not impossible.

Xiaolan raised his hand, already thinking about what technique to use to whip the corpse.

Space ability, send him to heaven?

No way, no way, obviously no way.

Battered him with a punch?

is already dead. Physical attacks should be useless.

Dao Master does have this ability, but the key is that he hasn’t learned it.

Ponlong Pond is the same, great, but it won’t work.

Or... just use Luo Jiutian's submerged mine that looks very imposing but its actual effect is unknown?

Ah, headache.

What did you learn?

"Xiao Lan, he seems to have something in his hand."

Yuxuan's words brought Xiaolan's attention back.

I saw Yuxuan pointing at the hand of the corpse facing them. The corpse's right hand was tightly gripped, and a black object was looming in it.

"what is this?"

Yuxuan shook her head, and quickly retracted her hand.

Xiaolan has no taboos, and forcefully shook off the deceased’s stiff fingers, twisting out what was tightly held in his palm.

A nail.

"Huh—" Yuxuan curled her lips in disgust.

"Black nails," Xiaolan glanced at Meng Fuling's broken right hand, "Is it his own fingernail?"

"No," Yu Xuan shook her head, "This nail is very long and thin, and it has a color, like a girl's fake nail."

There is such a thing.

Xiaolan wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"Why are you holding your nails in your hand? Could it be left by the person who killed him?" Xiaolan said to herself, "Who did this, I have to thank her well."

Xiao Lan had a clue, grabbed Meng Fuling's other hand, his left hand was also tightly held, Xiao Lan broke apart, and there was another black nail.

or a pair? !

"No, we have to do a good search," Xiaolan put his nails in his pockets first, "I think there must be other things on him."

The candlelight was faint, and Xiaolan reached out to take the candle above Meng Fuling's head, and found that it was actually fixed on the table, so she broke it off.

Lifting the white candle, Xiaolan spotted Meng Fuling's jeans pocket and took a photo.

With the other hand, he fumbled into his pocket.

"There is something."

Finger touched something with a familiar texture, thin, not sharp or round corners.

Take it out.

is a black paper card.

The card was pure black like the nails, Xiaolan pinched it and turned it over.

"He has a word!" Yuxuan cried softly.

"Anything can be counted."

Xiaolan read the five characters on the back of the black card.

What is this again?

The candlelight approached, Xiaolan took the piece of paper in front of her eyes, and found that there were some small characters under the big ones.

"Office..."

Anything can be counted as a...firm?

"There is still an address." Yuxuan pointed to the small print at the bottom.

"2015 to 2025, Xinjing City. Contact...Ms. Wu Ren."

Five Ren?

What's all this?

Xiaolan looked at Yuxuan in confusion, her expression even more confused.

"Maybe...maybe..." Xiaolan tried to pile the clues together, "This Miss Wuren killed Meng Fuling, and then left her own nails... Miss Wuren also has an office... What is the name?..."

"This name...isn't it a bit sloppy?" Yuxuan said hesitantly.

"What's the name? Wuren or everything?"

"Everything...very sloppy..."

"The grass is not sloppy and put it aside first," Xiaolan also stuffed her business card into her trouser pocket. "It's hard to say whether Miss Wuren is a living person, since she has something to do with Meng Fuling, is she also in the world?"

Strange clues have been added.

Xiaolan tapped her chin with her index finger.

I can’t figure it out by just thinking. Xiaolan was about to start rummaging in other places when a chill came suddenly from behind.

Obviously, it was only a momentary event, but that feeling changed from chill to danger, and danger to murder again.

Xiaolan clearly felt this change.

The body responds accordingly.

The left hand blocked Yuxuan behind her, and her right hand stretched out and raised it.

That familiar face.

The familiar knife.

The silver light reflected by the familiar blade.

How? !

Before Xiaolan could think about what happened, Meng Fuling's knife had already pierced her heart.