Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 242 Wrong Fate

When    slipped halfway, Jasmine stopped abruptly.

   "Where is your room?"

   Xiaolan pointed at the half-open wooden door, and the two quickly got back to Xiaolan, which was Sanyatou’s room to be exact.

"We seem to be true only in the eyes of the other person," Jasmine quickly said of her own gains, "The previous Master Fengmu and Master Qiuyuan had basically no social relationship. I thought... Oh, there is nothing to think about. Yes, I never thought about it before."

  "You are the second girl this time." Xiaolan hinted.

   "I also think this name..." Jasmine frowned, "It seems to have heard that, or the people in Dahuo Village would call her own daughter that way?"

  Xiaolan led Jasmine to the window, and pointed the old tree to her, “This tree, in the world last time, the second girl engraved on it was hit by us.”

   "What do you mean..." Jasmine's cute and shy figure appeared in her mind, "This time I am the second girl who is engraving on the tree for a source."

   Xiao Lan nodded, and pointed her finger at herself again, "And I am your sister."

   Jasmine clenched her brows and sat down on Sanyatou’s bed.

  "Then we investigate...isn’t it less convenient."

"But this time we might be able to see something from other angles," Xiaolan's sly gaze rolled under the moon. "Although my identity last time was very respected, I always feel that there seems to be a relationship between the villagers and the mages. Some distance."

  Jasmine realized it for a moment, and nodded, "Indeed, they are guarding us...the last time we were."

  Speaking, Jasmine's eyes focused on the writing desk made of bamboo knots by the door.

  A dark green stool, with a lighter flannel on the top, pen and paper scattered on the table, and a...photo frame.

   Jasmine walked over and held it up to her eyes.

   "Is this us?"

   Xiaolan jumped out of bed and leaned over.

  In the photo, there are two little girls with cramped faces, with two braids. At first glance, they look a bit similar.

  The photo is in black and white. Xiaolan felt that the photo shouldn’t be something that this backward village could touch. But thinking of the pampered and clear eyes of the second girl in the memory, it seems that this is a wealthy family.

   Jasmine pointed at the younger girl in the photo and burst out laughing, "Just like that hahahahaha..."

  Indeed, the child looked only four or five years old. The second girl's age was similar to that in the photo, so Xiaolan's identity this time was only five years old.

   Xiaolan raised her chin and thought in distress, this time we should also pay attention to her identity, and don't let the villagers find weirdness.

I glanced at the woodpecker bell hanging on the wall. It was a quarter past three in the morning and the sky was already white. According to the villagers’ hardworking habits, it’s hard to be discovered at this time when they go out to investigate. The two of them took a total and decided to go first. rest.

  The two little girls have forgotten what a soft bed feels like during the past few nights in Wangcheng. They shrank into the small bed, which was not too spacious, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

  In the early morning, it was not the sense of responsibility to solve the case that woke them up, but the broken sound that suddenly came from outside the door.

   Xiaolan was startled suddenly, and she woke up from her dream, seeing that she was holding one of Jasmine's arm, and her saliva had wetted half of her sleeve, so she was so scared that Xiaolan hurriedly lifted that arm and put it under Jasmine's own mouth.

  Otherwise, I have to be beaten to death.

  "What sound?" After all this, Xiaolan sat up, her voice alert.

   Jasmine woke up in a daze, stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes twice, looked at her sleeve with disgust, and then sighed, "I slept too soundly...I am drooling..."

   Xiaolan immediately interrupted the topic, "What's broken outside."

   "Ah, I heard it too." Jasmine quickly sat up.

   There was a cold behind Xiaolan.

   Was it discovered?

   "I heard the sound of something breaking in my dream," Jasmine continued, "It turned out to be true."

   Xiaolan was obviously relieved, "Well, it's dawn, let's go out and have a look."

   "Okay." Jasmine agreed.

  The two began to change their clothes, ready to go out to find out.

  When she left the house, Jasmine seemed to think of something, and asked, "Why did you breathe a sigh of relief just now?"

   "Huh? Oh, it's nothing."

   Xiaolan perfunctorily, buckled his left hand on the mortise lock inside the door, and with a light stroke, the wooden door opened a small slit.

   "Be lighter." Jasmine made a mouth shape to Xiaolan, Xiaolan understood.

   Before the door opened wide, there were some fine conversations coming from the room at the end of the corridor. The two stopped their hands and pricked their ears to listen.

  "You were too careless..." The man's low voice, although he was complaining, his tone was gentle, "The kids are not awake yet, don't wake them up..."

  "I know I know." Listening to the voice, it seemed to be the woman who I saw in the middle of the night, perhaps the mother of the two, "I am...what's the matter? Is it true?"

"Who knows, sigh—" The man should have sat on the chair, "I think Master Fengmu and...and that person went there. There must be something serious. They all said that the village chief was... true this time. Gone."

  The time point has not changed.

   Xiaolan looked at Jasmine, their eyes were firm.

  The time of landing this time was still the morning the village chief was killed.

  Just listening to the man...really gone? Is it still gone?

"But... the previous time the village chief rolled down the cliff, didn't Master Fengmu also come," the woman's voice trembled, "this time... it's really... the master didn't say that the village chief is a rich man... "

  Falling off the cliff?

   is another clue that I didn’t know before.

  Sure enough, in front of the master, the villagers will avoid mentioning the catastrophe that the village chief has experienced before, so as not to remind the master of his miscalculated fate.

  That’s why the two of them knew that before the village chief was killed, he had endured several life threats.

  No wonder Mrs. and Lao Liu are so convinced that the village chief was murdered.

   "Shhh-don't mention it!" The man panicked suddenly, his stool rang, and stood up, "I have told you several times and can't say..."

   "Oh, I forgot, bah bah bah!"

   "Okay, let's cook quickly, the children should wake up in a moment... Hey, be careful, there is still a piece of broken porcelain... Hey, it's awkward."

  The man recovered his calm, opened the door, and the white socks appeared by the opened door first.

   Xiaolan quickly retracted his head when he saw the white sock, and heard the man walk a few steps forward, turning away, and exhaled.

   Jasmine looked back at the bell, and said softly, "It's half past nine, I think we should wake up too."

   Xiaolan agreed, and the two rearranged their appearances, opened the door and walked out calmly.

  When she walked into the kitchen, the woman was squatting on the ground, staring at the broken pieces of white porcelain in a daze.

  (End of this chapter)