Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 262 Faceless Man

   "Then... why doesn't she show her true shape?" Xiaolan asked, hiding away.

   "Maybe..." Jasmine hovered over the monster, "Maybe the skin under this pair of skins is the original shape."

   Xiaolan knew that Jasmine was hinting that she would lift the skin off, so she decided to change the subject.

   "Will she still wake up?"

   "It won't be in a short time," Jasmine urged, "Let's take her away quickly, the real sister-in-law may be back soon."

  Where are you from, it’s not yourself yet.

   Xiaolan grievedly picked up the monster and put it on her lap. Her mind was full of the image of her losing face.

   "Did Oscar find anything suspicious in the house?"

"Oscar is not a dog," Jasmine was behind Xiaolan, and the landlord drove her away. "Oscar is just like her, but purer than her... We will understand what the source of the source is after we go back and study it. "

  The monster closed her eyes tightly, and the two black waters were still printed on her pale cheeks, and she didn't know what her eyes had become now.

  Why did you choose Huozhen as a tool to kill the lady?

   even used his own spirit as a prop, trying to drive him crazy, just to give him an imaginary enemy.

  Fire is really...what's so special about it?

  The village chief’s house was still quiet. Jasmine circled the neighborhood a few times. After making sure it was safe, Xiaolan held the monster in one hand and controlled the wheelchair with the other, and quickly skated back to the home of Huoyu Granny.

  As soon as she panted well, Xiaolan lowered her head and saw that the female monster had opened her eyes for some time. Her black godless pupils stared at her face like this, and she almost threw her to the ground with fright.

   "Huh? Interesting," Jasmine flew over and took a closer look at those eyes. "I thought she was just a little spirit, so it doesn't seem to be the case."

   Xiaolan was afraid that the female monster would tear off her face and throw her away, then she hugged her on the sofa and hid away.

   "It seems that she is not dead yet." Xiaolan's face was wrinkled.

"She's not dead, but she's almost dead," Jasmine stopped on the female monster's forehead, and the female monster was unconscious. "If it's just a small spirit transformed into form, the black water in her eyes should be the only bond with the body. When the flow is exhausted, the spirit will be gone, but she is still in human form, which shows that she was originally a person."

   "It was originally a person..." Xiao Lan murmured, "Qiuyuan used her ability to manipulate her, just like other people?"

   "It may be a little different," Jasmine ordered, "You come and lift her face."

   Xiaolan shuddered.

  Listen to you, is this human?

   "Let's open it," Jasmine's voice suddenly became low, "This skin wasn't hers. Take it away and she will be more comfortable."

   Although the woman was unable to say anything, Xiaolan saw her dark pupils seem to roll.

  This skin looks very close, but it is actually very easy to tear off. Without any effort, a complete flesh-colored skin reached Xiaolan's palm.

   "Look at her original face," Jasmine also stopped flying, and stood quietly aside, "She is a person, but her face is torn off alive."

  The woman's original face was **** and bloody, and the fracture was dry, but there was no scab. I wanted to come here to stick to this skin that doesn't belong to her.

  Knowing that her appearance has been exposed to the two of them, the woman did not make any expressions, she only stared at Xiaolan with big obsidian eyes.

   "Does she want to say something?" Xiaolan asked.

  Jasmine waved her wings a few times and called out Oscar again.

   "There are no barriers to spiritual communication, let Oscar do a translation."

  Oscar cleverly squatted to the woman's ear, and the two of them didn't even move their mouths, as if they were communicating with each other through their souls.

  After a while, the little guy Oscar stretched out his right hand and scratched the back of his head, turned his head, and snored a few times.

   "He said she would not say anything."

   "Huh?" Xiaolan looked down at the woman's face, "You don't need to be shy."

  And your expressive eyes, obviously you have something to say!

  Oscar hugged his head with his hands, and his snoring voice became excited.

   "Oscar said she didn’t want to say anything."

  "Is it because Oscar and she are not using the same language," Xiaolan doubted the level of translation, "There may be a dialect in Dahuo Village..."

  Oscar snorted, crouched, and squinted at Xiaolan.

   "Oscar's communication is not only through language," Jasmine stood on Oscar's head, "She is now in a state of refusing to communicate, from language to expression."

   is not to be said.

  I still don’t want to say.

  The two have no choice but to let Oscar enlighten her.

   Xiaolan sat in a wheelchair and looked out the window through the gap in the curtain. Time flies too fast, and in a blink of an eye, the dark night is about to envelop this mysterious small village again.

  There are still a few hours before the rendezvous between Qiuyuan and Xia Meng.

Xiaolan was still keeping his brain moving quickly, making a trial plan for the evening step by step. However, I don't know whether it was because of the excessively fast brain speed or other reasons. The picture of the performance in his mind became more and more blurred. Finally, his head crooked. Under Jasmine's surprised gaze, Xiaolan fell asleep leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair.

After   , I soon entered a dream state.

  The dream at this time...

  Run.

  I didn’t expect to be more tired in my dream.

  In the dream, Xiaolan finally got rid of her unconscious legs, panting, and running in the darkness.

  Looking at the surroundings, the dim circular space was filled with nothingness. Every step seemed to be on the abyss. I was struggling to run towards a reddish-brown gate. The gate opened a narrow slit, and there was no light coming through the door.

  The dream at this time is probably...

   "Ha...ha...ha..."

When    came to the door, Xiaolan stopped, her hand outstretched pale and petite, indeed very much like that woman's hand.

  Hold the handle and open the door—

There was a painful whimper when the throat was strangled from the door, and a beam of light shot at him. Xiaolan raised his right hand to block the light, and squinted to see. There was a person who was hanging in the air against the light, slightly swaying. With.

  White clothes, white skirt, delicate face full of tears.

   is the lady.

   Xiaolan's body didn't mean to come close, she just panted well, took a step back, and closed the door fiercely.

   and then ran in the other direction.

  In the distance is another door.

  The same door.

  Delicious red-brown, slightly opened door cracks.

turn on-

   "It's all you! Blame you! I hate you!—"

   Xiaolan has seen this scene.

Mrs.    knelt on the ground, beating her abdomen vigorously, or in other words, beating the child in her abdomen.

   "Boom!"

  Without hesitation, Xiaolan closed the door again.

  Is this really the woman’s experience? What is going on?

  The third door.

Mrs.    stared at her abdomen in horror. The snow-white clothes had a bright red on her abdomen, and her abdomen seemed to have cracked a blood basin. At that moment, Xiaolan even saw the baby's undeveloped limbs.

  This is a **** theater.

Mrs.    performed death in different rooms.

  (End of this chapter)