Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 225 Hand

"what!"

There was a scream in the direction of the flower window.

  Plop!

   "You are... Baomu?!"

  The fool looked at the figure that suddenly emerged from the painting, and shouted in surprise.

  Baomu fell on the ground and rubbed his back, as if he hadn’t realized what was happening, he looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.

   "What's the matter, Baomu?"

   "Brother Baomu!"

  Everyone gathered around.

  Baomu looked at the faces of a circle of people in a daze, suddenly realizing something, and quickly got up from the ground, as if he was about to hit the wall.

   "Huh?" The fool moved swiftly, grabbed Baomu's thin forearm, and carried it by his waist. Then he pressed Baomu to the marble floor and raised his head to ask others, "Is this Baomu?"

   "I'm Baomu! Fool brother, let me go!" Baomu struggled eagerly, "It's too late, we have to go in quickly, we have to save them!"

  Where to go? Who are you saving?

   "Bao Mu," Dao Chang squatted down, pressing one hand on Bao Mu's shoulder, "You make it clear, take your time, let us go together if we want to save people, don't worry."

  Baomu took a deep breath, "We...we are going to save the good people in the painting, there are good people and bad people in the painting, Jasmine... Where is Jasmine? Is Jasmine okay?"

   "Jasmine is okay, all her injuries have recovered," the fool said to the crowd, "When the dark shadow tried to take Xiaoyin away, I discovered that Jasmine's injuries had healed."

   "That's what Auntie did," Baomu said excitedly, "Auntie came out to paint for Jasmine and Xiaoyin, but they didn't allow it and wanted to pull Xiaoyin into the painting..."

   "So I just kicked the aunt?" The fool asked in surprise.

   Baomu shook his head quickly, "No, the aunt only cured Jasmine, and they appeared. At that time, the aunt had already escaped into the painting. It was they who wanted to kidnap Xiaoyin. You beat them..."

understood.

  The good people in the painting are the aunts, and "they" are the bad people Baomu said.

   "What did the little brother Baomu say about saving them?" Lao Luo asked.

"We are going to save Auntie, there are other people." Baomu grabbed the fool's arm and sat up. "Bad guys, Auntie called them the tribe of Saus. They are about to launch an attack on Auntie. I am auntie from Sawu. For the prisoners rescued by Si, the auntie was afraid that I would be injured and pushed me out of the painting. We have to...We have to save auntie and them...

  "Are we going into the painting?" Xiaolan asked.

  Baomu blinked naturally and found the problem.

   "Then how do we get in?" Xiaolan stood up and poked the painting with his finger, "This is like a wall for us."

"This……"

  Baomu was also stunned.

  The person in the painting can freely shuttle between the ten paintings, and can also carry people.

  But they are ordinary people after all, how can they enter as they want.

"What should I do?" Baomu dropped his shoulders sullenly, and the corners of his mouth trembled as if he was about to cry. "Saus and the others just sucked Jasmine's blood, which made it stronger. Auntie wanted to take me from them. Severely injured..."

   "Brother Baomu, why did Saus want to kidnap you and Jasmine?" Xiaolan crouched beside Baomu and asked in a low voice.

   "They didn't take Jasmine away," Baomu lowered his head and shook his head. "When they took me away, Jasmine saw him. Jasmine wanted to help me and was injured by Saus..."

   "Why do you want to catch you?"

   Baomu raised his head and frowned, "Auntie said... Saus thinks I am strong? Just come here..."

  Emmm……

   Xiaolan swallowed what he wanted to say in his stomach, and in other words, "Is Saus the flower demon?"

   Baomu's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes! It's them!"

  Absolutely.

It really is.

   Baomu added, “They think I’m strong because I smell them, they sucked up my blood, and...”

   "Huh?!" Xiaolan said in a quake, "Did you **** your blood?"

Baomu also wrinkled his face in confusion, "I have memories of that time, I remember... they took my blood away, the blood in my body, left my body, and went outside of my body. Soaked in my own blood, but not dead... I could feel everything, not dead, and then the blood slowly returned... Then the aunt rescued me and took me away..."

  In these few hours, what has Baomu experienced?

   Luo Jiutian was not too shocked, "So the flower demon needs to draw the blood of the strong, right?"

  Baomu pondered and nodded, “Auntie said, they are getting stronger by drawing other people’s blood. The stronger the blood, the stronger they are.”

"So as long as we behave very strongly, we can attract the flower demon to take us away," Luo Jiutian pointed to the painting, "then we can use the ability of the flower demon to penetrate the painting to enter this world, and then we can save that... That auntie."

   "Sounds like a good idea." Xiaolan replied.

  But the problem is...

   Xiaolan raised his eyes to look at Baomu with a dazed look.

  The question is, what is Saus’s criterion.

   Dao Master suddenly stood up, took a few steps to the flower demon painting.

"The fool stayed to take care of Jasmine and Xiaoyin, Baomu, Xiaolan, and let us enter the painting to save people," said the Taoist chief and nodded slightly to Lao Luo, "I beg you and Brother Jiutian to help protect the three of them. We will go back. ."

   "My father can take care of them alone. I am young and strong, and I want to go out to work." Luo Jiutian got up and raised his hand.

  Lao Luo did not refute, but watched his son walk behind the Taoist with a gratified expression on his face.

  Nine days, he came to the side of Dao Chang, "It's just that you are sure to go in?"

  The Daoist raised his left hand, and smiled humbly, "A little bit of hold."

  Baomu hurriedly got up, and ran to Daochang's side with Xiaolan.

Dao Master no longer speaks, but stared down at his left palm for a few seconds, between the electric light and flint, his right hand stroked his left hand, a silver light flashed, Dao Master’s left palm opened a hole in an instant, and blood gurgled out from it. Drip along the fingertips.

  I haven't seen this posture for nine days, so I was shocked.

  Xiaolan understood the thought of the Taoist leader.

  Flowers like blood, especially the blood of the strong, so use blood to lure them.

  Xiaolan and Baomu couldn't help but took out their daggers to prepare to row, but they were stopped by the Taoist commander.

   "No need not, I will be fine."

  Said the chief Taoist, he turned his bleeding left palm outward, and the wound was facing the strange black and red painting.

  Time and blood, dripping drop by drop.

  Finally, the painting changed.

  The surface of the painting seems to be turbulent and no longer flat.

  The waves are overflowing, slowly, gathering a center.

  Something has appeared!

  A white and slender hand sticks out of the frame a little bit. The hand is smooth and slender, soft as if there is no bones, and the light from the flashlight on it looks like water like jade, white and tender almost transparent.

  As if he could see things outside the painting, that hand slowly approached Dao Chang's bleeding left hand.

  Dao Master grabbed Xiaolan and nodded to several people.

  As soon as a few people grasped each other firmly, their hands were like cheetahs, and they slammed Daochang’s left wrist, and with a strong pull, a group of people were pulled into the picture by this huge force.

  (End of this chapter)