Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 222 Ten Paintings

  The original flower window has been smashed into this ruin by Teacher Long, and the space inside the flower window is directly exposed to everyone.

  The huge opening seems to be inviting them.

  "Can we..."

   "Yes," Xiaoyin turned around and smiled at her, "We can just sneak in from here."

  As the storm on the square just calmed down, and other enemies hadn’t arrived yet, a few people swiftly climbed the black brick and black stone steps and climbed directly to the second floor of the black tower.

   Xiaolan has now recovered all his strength.

  Lao Luo told Xiaolan in detail about the Pan Dragon Armor. Only then did Xiao Lan realize that Wemblow’s second shot was actually blocked by the Pan Dragon Armor.

  Lao Luo discovered that Xiaolan would absorb Pan Dragon Armor, but didn't say anything, and when Xiaolan was seriously injured, he applied Pan Dragon Armor to her again.

  I really didn’t read the wrong person.

   Xiaolan turned his head to look at Luo Jiutian who was taking care of him behind him, and his heart was warm.

  I must repay the Luo family father and son in the future.

   "Look at what I am doing, look at the road," Luo Jiutian picked up and watched Xiao Lan, who was almost tripping over the gravel, "Elder Dao, brother fool, be optimistic about your little Lan girl!"

  The fool turned around and took Xiaolan with a bewildered look, and threw her directly to the second floor entrance with her collar.

  Daoist has arrived, and he is squatting on the edge of the black hole, watching the situation in the hole vigilantly.

  The sky is getting dark outside the cave, and there is no light coming out of the cave.

   Xiaolan stood beside the Taoist chief and looked inside the tower.

  Not a trace of light.

The inside of    is black, and by the moonlight outside the cave, it can be vaguely distinguished that this is a narrow corridor.

   Deeper, there is only pitch black.

   Xiaolan and Taoist looked at each other, turned around and made a "hush" gesture at everyone who was climbing.

  Everyone is quiet instantly.

  The foot that Xiaoyin had just protruded did not dare to fall on the rock.

Dao Chang and Xiao Lan pricked their ears and listened carefully.

  However, there is no sound.

  There was dead silence in the dark promenade.

  "It seems that there is no sound of activity." Xiaolan said.

  Listening to her, others started to continue their actions.

  The ground seems to be made of marble, it is smooth and smooth when stepped on, and it is still slightly cool.

  The fool stepped forward, opened his backpack and took out a high-power flashlight.

  Bright white light penetrates the darkness instantly.

  Gray marble floor, black brick walls painted with light golden patterns.

  There seems to be something hanging on the left wall of the corridor.

   "Have you seen it?" said the fool.

  By default, a group of people stared at the direction indicated by the flashlight.

  Father and son Luo who walked at the end also entered the cave safely, and everyone started walking there.

  It turned out to be an oil painting.

  A portrait of a lifelike girl.

  A girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a goose yellow linen apron with a pure white dress in the apron.

  The girl is holding a dark teacup in both hands, standing in the center of the painting, looking out of the painting, her face is gentle and demure, her eyes are smiling, and she looks very beautiful.

Behind him is a long waist-high mahogany table with sundries scattered on the long table, candlesticks, clay pots, and white porcelain cuvettes filled with sunflowers. The girl’s right side reveals a brown wooden square window, dimly yellow. The light spilled in from the square window, softly enveloping everything in the room.

  Everything is so quiet and serene.

  Until the fool shot the pale flashlight directly on that face.

  For some reason, the painting has changed a little.

  I was dazzled by the dazzling white light, and suddenly there was a little bit of mystery in the happy pupils of the person in the painting.

  Her eyes are still staring at herself.

   "A painting," Luo Jiutian stretched out his hand, his index finger and the pad lightly moved across the edge of the frame, "there is no dust on the frame, it may be a new frame, or maybe...someone just cleaned it up."

   "There is still ahead." Baomu pointed inside.

  On the wall about ten meters away, there is also a picture frame almost the same size hanging.

  On the painting is a sapphire blue sky curtain. The upper part of the canvas is dyed with dark blue paint. Below is a golden rice field. In the corner, there are two snow-white little people who have not drawn their faces and seem to run towards them.

   Ten meters further forward, it is another painting.

  The main color of this painting is white.

In the center of the picture is a large low bed. The white sheets are dragged to the ground. On the bed lies a girl in a white dress with long hair. Her black hair is like a waterfall, scattered beside the white pillows, and one is dressed in beige. The man in the silk gown sat on the chair by the bed, and even the chair was painted white.

   Strangely, whether it is the girl lying on the bed or the man sitting with his back facing them, their heads twisted in an exaggerated arc, and their eyes stared straight out of the portrait.

   stared at the audience staring at the two.

  In this darkness, Xiaolan couldn't help fighting a cold war.

  There are still paintings ahead...

  A few people have seen all the oil paintings hanging on this gallery, and when they looked up, the slender half-hollowed flower window appeared beside the last oil painting.

  The red, green and blue glass reliefs outline strange patterns on the flower windows. At first glance, it looks like many birds spread their wings to the sky.

   "A total of ten paintings," Baomu wrinkled his nose, "the smell here is also unpleasant."

  "Doesn't it smell good for you?" Xiaoyin asked.

   Baomu shook his head, "It's really unpleasant here, there is a... evil smell."

As soon as this sentence came out, the strange atmosphere in the air disappeared.

  "Why do you try to describe it?" Luo Jiutian gestured.

   "Hmm..." Baomu raised his head, "Dark...evil...it seems malicious..."

  Several people were going crazy by the description of this second grader, and hurriedly interrupted Baomu.

  Jasmine ignored Baomu’s strange reaction and asked directly, “Did you see the exit just now?”

  "Exit? Isn't there such a big exit?"

   "I mean the exit to other floors," Luo Jiutian said with a white glance at Jasmine, "There is only a long corridor here, there is no such thing as going up or down stairs."

   Xiaolan looked up, the roof of this floor was also pitch black.

   Xiaoyin grabbed Xiaolan’s shoulders, “Don’t let the idea of ​​using the roof, no matter what you are, you’re really good at going to the house.”

  "We can also punch through the roof to see...Um..."

   Xiaoyin directly covered her mouth, preventing this wild thought.

   Dao Master looked at Lao Luo who was looking at the entrance, "What do you think?"

"It's better to unload the equipment first and do some rectification," Lao Luo's eyes returned to Dao Master, "I'm tired all the way, and it's getting late. It's good to recharge your energy and prepare for tomorrow, and..." Lao Luo As he spoke, he smiled profoundly, "Maybe the answer will appear on its own."

   Xiaolan didn't understand the meaning of these words, but saw the Taoist nodded in agreement.

  So everyone decided to remove their armor on the spot and began to rest.

  Xu is a relaxed state of mind, Xu is a sense of security doubled, not long after sitting crookedly on the marble floor, Xiaolan's eyelids became heavy, and she fell asleep faintly.

  (End of this chapter)