Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 198 Untouchable Camp

   "So what are we hiding?"

   "There are soldiers out there! Soldiers! Grab people with cold weapons!" Xiaoyin explained to the fool with his teeth and claws.

   "We are not thieves, why are we afraid of the police?" The fool got up and patted the dust on his clothes.

   "They have a smell." Baomu said, rubbing his nose.

   "What's the smell?"

   "There is a smell of...wood..."

   "Wood?" The fool narrowed his eyes, "Didn't you just say that you heard the smell of cold weapons? Why did you turn into wood again?"

  "It's not the same. Cold weapons are what they carry, and the smell of wood comes from them."

   implied that the wood only used cold weapons, and the yin and yang strangeness was reported.

"Don't care about the wood," Xiaoyin looked outside along the window, "This city is so unfamiliar. Why did we come in suddenly? It's not Wu Ren who calculated us and packed us into the world of that king, right? ."

   "It looks like this at the moment." Baomu also leaned to the window and looked out.

  "But this place is still very beautiful. If it is really a world created by that king, then he is still tasteful."

  The idiot sniffed, but his body leaned toward the window very honestly.

  Three faces look through this small green window, watching this picture-like city.

  Suddenly, a red face suddenly appeared on the end of the glass.

"what!"

"what!"

   Xiaoyin and Baomu were so scared that they leaned back, knocked down the fool behind them, and the three of them fell into a ball.

   "Flap! Pop!..."

  The red face was stuck to the window, and a pair of big red hands slapped the window.

   "What the **** do I rely on this?!"

  The fool got up strenuously, guarding Xiaoyin and Baomu behind him, and the three of them looked at the weird man from a distance.

   "Why do you seem to be a person..." Xiaoyin said, grabbing the fool's clothes.

   Baomu shrugged his nose, "Smell of blood."

  "Help me..." The little red man's hoarse voice reached their ears through the window, "Help me... Please help me... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

  The three of them can see clearly that this red thing is actually a person covered in blood!

   "Brother fool, he said he was going to die."

  The fool nodded, "I can see it."

   "Then we want to..."

   "What if he is the bad guy?" Xiaoyin grabbed the fool and yelled softly, "We only have three people after all."

  Are there few people?

  The man stopped and rested for a few seconds, turned his head slightly, as if he had found something, and patted harder.

  "Help me, help me! They are here! Please let me in!..."

  Baomu is also a spirit, "the group of guards are back again!"

  The three looked at each other embarrassedly.

  No way.

   still saved.

  It hit it right away, the three of them opened the small window quickly, a pair of **** hands stretched in tremblingly, the fool grabbed the man's shoulder, and dragged the man into the small warehouse with just one stroke.

  Baomu quickly closed the window behind him.

  At the same time, the sound of the steel nails of the guard boots hitting the pebble pavement sounded from the corner.

  The man gasped and thanked, "Thanks...thanks..."

   Xiaoyin couldn't care about the person's blood, and directly reached out to cover his mouth.

  The sound of footsteps passed by the window again and went away.

   "I left, scared me to death, but it's okay..."

   Xiaoyin raised his hand and patted her chest.

   "Sister Xiaoyin, why isn't he moving?" Baomu asked, pointing at the person.

  He seemed to have been soaked in blood, and no part of his body was not covered by this red. At this time, he was lying motionless on the ground.

   "I'm afraid it wasn't you who was suffocated." The fool said and looked at Xiaoyin.

   "What does it have to do with me, don't talk nonsense!"

  The fool shook the man's body vigorously and shook it twice. He coughed violently and woke up.

   "Who are you? How did this happen?" Xiaoyin quickly leaned over and asked.

"I...I'm the one who sneaked into the king's city, the person of the Association..." the man said with a word of breath, "Let's inform the Association... after seven days of birthday... it is the death day of the mother god... King God wants to... release all...everyone to find..."

  The **** man let out his last breath, grabbed the fool's right hand and tugged vigorously, his throat made a whimper, his chest gradually became shorter, his mouth was weakly opened, his eyes closed, and he stopped moving.

  ***

  Keller Long Street, Monina Plaza.

  In front of the Flower Hall.

  It is past midnight, which is the darkest time before dawn.

The lights in   Flower Hall have been turned off.

  Birthday is over.

  A figure appeared beside the street lamp silently.

  The street lamp is also made of brass, very low, about one-story high, and the lampshade is carved with a bird's pattern.

  The man walked slowly and came to the place where the riot had just occurred.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

  The night watchman knocked the oak mallet and turned into the long street from the square.

   "Three quarters in the morning, ghosts haunt...Three quarters in the morning, ghosts haunt..."

  "Is this a flower hall?" The man flashed out from the shadow of the street lamp and asked the night watchman.

  The night watchman looked at him vigilantly, "This is the Flower Hall. It's so late, what are you looking for?"

"I've been asking all the way, and it took some time," the man smiled relievedly, "I heard that there was a commotion here just now, and Chief Urza caught a pariah thief. I also lost something a few days ago. I'm very curious. Not the same thief."

  The light shone on his face, and under the deliberate smile was a thin, cold face.

  This is the Taoist leader.

   "You didn't go to the flower hall to participate in the celebration?"

   "I... I overslept," the Taoist smiled and scratched his head. "The neighbor told me that before the flower hall festivities ended, Chief Urza caught the thief in the street."

   "He didn't tell you what the thief had stolen?"

Dao Chang shook his head.

   "Then he didn't know me clearly," the night watchman raised his chin slightly, "I was on the street at the time and just saw it. The thief was the king's treasure, and she stole the wishing bottle from the city!"

   "God," the Taoist pretended to be surprised, "Dare to steal the wishing bottle, such a rampant thief, what does he look like?"

"You may not believe it, this thief is a teenage girl, or an incompetent pariah," the night watchman said mysteriously, "and ah, they all said she looks like the last wanted criminal, that's the name. It's also very weird, Liao Yilan!"

   "Liao Yilan?"

The night watchman nodded pretentiously, "It looks like Liao Yilan when he was a child, but this thief is a pariah, so I guess he just looks like it. It's a coincidence. On this birthday, people who look like Liao Yilan and the missing wish The bottles appeared together, you said it was a coincidence..."

  The chief nodded very perfunctorily.

   "Where is the thief now, what I lost..."

"Of course it's in the untouchable camp." The night watchman mentioned the oak mallet again. "In my opinion, she is completely psychic. When Captain Koehler finds she has a trace of psionic power, she will be sent to the imprisonment. I saw the look in Captain Koehler's eyes, that's what I meant."

   "Oh," Dao Chang sighed, "Aren't the Necromancers and Untouchable Camps similar..."

   "How can this be the same," the night watchman widened his eyes. "If you enter the untouchable camp, you may still have a way to survive. If you enter the Necromancer, it is really no different from death!"

  Tao Master looked regretful and said goodbye to the night watchman.

  The expression changes suddenly.

  Untouchable camp.

  To find there as soon as possible.

  　 Tomorrow is the day when I put it on the shelf. Thank you for your tolerance and care for so long, and love you!

  (End of this chapter)