Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 167 Drums

  A black shadow stained with blood.

   Xiaolan's pupils trembled.

  Sour nose.

  The black shadow did not hesitate, and a hand that was supposed to be white but now covered in red suddenly stretched out.

   Xiaolan got up from the ground.

  The hand pierced Meng Fuling's chest straight.

  The blood is still flying.

   "Dao Chang..."

   Xiaolan murmured softly.

  Looking at the right hand that Dao Master jabbed over, Meng Fu Ling finally showed a look of fear.

  Only a moment.

Suddenly, Meng Fuling's pupils changed.

  The sound of distant and weird music seemed to be heard in her ears.

  The smell of incense in the air is stronger.

  Even the right hand, which was used as a weapon by the Dao Master, paused.

  The sound of music is getting closer...

  Click and click...

   is like the sound of drums.

   Unexpectedly, there was a painful scream next to him.

  People's eyes are all attracted by this scream.

   Xiaolan turned her head and saw the pineapple kneeling on the ground screaming while covering her head.

  Maple syrup hurriedly leaned over to help, but it seemed that she had been hit hard, she threw herself down limply, raised her head, and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

How could this be?

   Xiaolan tried to mobilize his muscles, but there was tingling and pain all over his body.

how so…

  Dao Chang’s hand knife had already pierced Meng Fuling’s heart.

  But the expected burning sound and pumping blood did not appear.

  The hand seemed to pass through a colored phantom.

"Ah…"

  Meng Fuling's hoarse throat squeezed a ghastly laugh.

  He lowered his head and looked at Xiaolan jokingly.

  Xiaolan's heart was beating violently.

  His eyes.

  This is by no means human eyes.

   does not belong to a living person, let alone a dead person, a pair of eyes.

  From the white of the eyes to the benevolence of the eyes, all turned into hellish black.

  In the middle of the black, there are thin blood-red lines.

  The red line spreads around the pupil.

  Not just eyes.

  The red and black wriggle outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye, eye sockets, face, neck...

  The exposed skin gradually got this color.

  The black that swallows the soul, and the dense red threads in it seem to be still swimming.

   is wrong.

  This is wrong.

   Xiaolan gritted his teeth and resisted the pain that went straight into the bone marrow, rushed over, grabbed Dao Master's hand, and pulled his hand away from Meng Fuling's body.

  The black has spread over.

   Xiaolan saw that Dao Chang’s pink fingertips also had a touch of black.

   Daochang stiffened his body, letting Xiaolan pull.

  It hurts too much.

  Xiaolan and Daochang both fell to the ground.

  At this time, Meng Fuling's hands were also stained with bloodshot black.

   Xiaolan looked around in despair.

Lao Luo and Luo Jiutian lost the ability to move like them. The pineapple grabbed his hair and screamed so painfully. The maple syrup could only support his body with one elbow, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, Yu Xuan. Still in a coma.

  Why did it become like this?

  Because of the drum sound? That suddenly strong smell of incense?

what exactly is it?

  Incense...

  I held up the white candle in front of the corpse. This smell did not come from the candlelight.

  Other things in this room...

   Xiaolan twisted her body desperately, and looked up at the stone bed over there.

  The corpse, which he had confirmed to be dead, sat up without knowing when.

   is still a pale face and stiff limbs.

  But those eyes.

   opened.

  This is a pair of normal eyes.

  The corpse did not look at them, but focused on the blackened Meng Fuling.

  After that, slowly raise your right hand.

  The movement is very slow and sluggish, and is divided into one grid and one grid.

"time to go."

  This is the sound made by the corpse.

  The corpse did not open its mouth, but a misty voice came.

  The black Meng Fuling also stretched out his right hand.

  The light in the room unexpectedly dangled, bright for a while and dark for a while.

  Bright, dark, bright, dark...

  Bright...Dark...Bright...Dark...

   Xiaolan has already guessed the ending.

  Sure enough, after a long period of darkness, the lights of the flashlights were as bright as before.

   Xiaolan took a breath of oxygen suddenly, feeling that the strength was back again.

  Dao Master raised his hand and looked at the black fingertips carefully.

  Everything is like a dream.

  Except for Dao Chang’s fingertips.

  There are also the black Meng Fuling and the pale Meng Fuling who disappeared in front of them.

Disappeared.

  As if it had never appeared before.

  In their ears, Lao Luo and Luo Jiutian made sounds very similar to when they were saved from suffocation, taking a big breath, and then greedily asking for air.

  Pineapple's scream finally stopped, and the pain made her faint quickly.

  Maple syrup embraced the pineapple in one hand, and then fainted in a pool of blood.

  No longer feel the existence of Meng Fuling.

   Needless to say, murderousness, even if it is a bit of cold, there is no.

Daochang half propped up, rubbing Xiaolan's head with a smile.

   "It's fine if you are fine."

   Xiaolan shook his head, "Daoist, we seem to have failed... Meng Fuling is not dead yet, but I can no longer feel his presence."

  The Daoist does not know what Meng Fuling, he just wants the safety of his companions.

   Seeing the fainted pineapple and maple syrup, the Taoist leader rushed over.

  Smooth breath.

  Daoist picked up the pineapple, and asked Tuo Tian to help the maple syrup for nine days. Xiaolan and Yuxuan walked out of the black room silently.

   "Hurry up," the leading Taoist commander turned his head anxiously and ordered, "This world is going to disappear."

  "Disappeared?" Xiaolan questioned, "But Meng Fuling is not dead yet, the girls' wish..."

Dao Chang shook his head solemnly.

   "You made a mistake, the girls didn't want him to die."

  Don’t want him to die?

  Do the girls work hard to practice Xi just to wait for him to blacken? !

"I do not understand…"

   "It's okay," the chief Taoist looked at Xiaolan, "Let's go out first, this matter is not over, don't worry about it at this time."

  At this moment, Yuxuan, who was dizzy in her arms, finally became a little sober.

   Xiaolan watched Yuxuan completely disconnected, and three other figures appeared in her mind.

   "No, Lao Luo, Jiutian, what about Chi Miao and others?"

  "Don't worry, they are in a very safe place." Luo Jiutian yelled.

  Get out of the clock tower and see the sky.

  At first glance, the world hasn’t changed much.

  But after fighting for so long, Mingya and the others did not appear.

  Maybe as the Taoist said, this place is really going to disappear.

  When we reached the fork in the road, the steady chime of the clock tower rang as always.

   seems to announce that a big drama is over.

  I really didn’t expect the ending to be like this.

   Obviously they almost won, because of the weird sound and smell, they are now a group of remnants and defeated soldiers.

  Father and son Luo's eyebrows are also hidden dark clouds.

  Mingya and the others can get rid of the shackles of obsession and find the boundary monument?

   Yuxuan stretched out her hand and rubbed her dumb eyes, and saw that the girl in front of her was still alive and kicking, hugging Xiaolan excitedly.

  Xiaolan also embraced Yuxuan with one hand.

  At least...this time it's not a waste of time.

   was thinking, but suddenly stepped on something under her feet.

  Soft...

   Xiaolan stopped and looked down with the probe.

  A little black thing, big shiny eyes.

   is weird and cute.

  A black line crosses the forehead.

this is not…

  (End of this chapter)