Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 263 Female Liar

  One door after another.

   Hanged, stabbed, opened, and broken...

  Different postures of death, several times Xiaolan has seen are among them.

  The world turns around again and again, does the madam experience death again and again like this.

  Close the last door, Xiaolan stopped running.

  Hanging her hands weakly in front of her, she turned her head, walked silently a few steps, and fell to her knees with a plop.

"see that."

  A man's whisper suddenly sounded in the empty dark space.

   Xiaolan could tell it all at once. It was a voice seeking the source.

   Trapped in a weird space, a familiar approach.

  Is it true that Seeking Source is true? When everyone is trapped, they see different scenes.

  "Do you still want to hold on?" Qiuyuan's bass smiled, "Isn't the ending already in your heart."

   Xiaolan can feel the despair flowing in this body.

  Under the thin and pale little shoulders, is there so much sadness hidden?

  Xiaolan didn't know that she had experienced several failures alone.

  Beep.

  Something broke.

   "Boom."

  The hands of this body clenched fists against the ground.

  A moist and hot liquid slid down the cheeks, fell to the ground, and splashed on the hands.

"I lost."

  The girl’s voice is simple and brisk, abandoning feelings, floating out like a cloud.

   lights up all around.

  The door disappeared.

  It seems that there are several beams of light shining at him from all directions at the same time, a person slowly walked out in the dazzling light.

  The person came behind him, Xiaolan only felt a hand touching his shoulder, and gradually pressed it down.

  The other hand is like a cold and sticky viper, sliding down his neck to his cheek.

   "It's okay, it's not such a terrible thing..." The hand rubbed his skin a few times, and gently pinched the corner of his jaw, "I will give you a better skin."

  A sharp pain on his face.

"what!--"

   Xiaolan screamed, and the girl's scream and her own scream sounded in her ears at the same time. The screams mixed together, but Xiaolan found her sense of reality.

  "What's the matter with you?!...wake up!...Liao Yilan?..."

  Liao Yilan.

  Your name.

   Waking up soon.

  This dream was too painful and too real. Xiaolan tried her best to get rid of it. The moment she heard her name, the sense of sobriety flooded into her mind.

   "I...ha...ha...I dreamed of..."

   Xiaolan opened her eyes, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the surrounding scenery was the same as before going to bed, except that Jasmine was flapping her wings desperately before her eyes.

   "Are you awake? Are you okay? Are you awake..."

   "Wake up, wake up," Xiaolan said, panting slightly, "I'm dreaming again, this time it should be, dreaming of her experience."

   Xiaolan said, turning to look at the woman lying on the sofa.

   "What has she experienced?" Jasmine asked hurriedly.

"She should be the same as us, people who are seeking answers in this world," Xiaolan's eyes focused on the scarlet that lost her face. "She has experienced many failures, and finally gave up, so she was forever Trapped here, the skin is stripped of the source, and it has become one of the tools for the source."

   Jasmine was surprisingly not surprised, but she curled her brows and looked at the woman.

   "Many failures..."

  "Every time it is the end of Madam's death," Xiaolan said in an afflicted voice, "Qingyuan trapped her and asked her to face Madam's death over and over again. She couldn't bear it..."

   Xiaolan and Jasmine leaned against the woman, their dark eyes still staring round, seeming to be a little flickering.

   "Hey--" Jasmine sighed softly, seemingly unable to say her sympathy.

   "Just say what you want, I won't think you are hypocritical."

"To shut up."

   Xiaolan shut up obediently, thought for a few seconds, and reached out to hold the woman's left hand.

  Icy cold, but soft, like the hands of ordinary girls.

  When I was killed by Huozhen, I must feel relieved.

  But if you become a part of this world, you have to go back and forth like this world, with no end.

   "You have done a good job," Xiaolan patted the back of her hand, "just lack of companions."

  Because of having companions.

   Xiaolan raised her eyes and glanced at Jasmine secretly, feeling very narcissistic that Jasmine should also peek at herself.

  If there is no Jasmine...

  If there is no Xiaolan...

"If I were alone, I would definitely not hold on longer than you," Xiaolan smiled, seeing the woman's eyes trembled, "You are great, don't be afraid, we are also your companions, and we will take you out. ."

   Jasmine did not speak, but silently fell on the woman's other hand.

  There was another liquid rolling down from the woman's bare eye sockets, but this time it was transparent.

   Xiaolan’s smile is like an angel.

  But the woman still refuses to say anything.

  Xiaolan leaned in the corner of the bedroom and held her chest, adding up in distress, "Before she appeared, how did Qiuyuan kill Madam? Anyway, she has to tell us this."

  Jasmine fell on the window sill and didn't want to care about Xiaolan. She was very moved just now, and now she felt that Xiaolan had cheated her feelings together.

  The host’s attitude affected the spirit, and Oscar was also standing on the windowsill, bulging his cheeks aggressively at Xiaolan.

"Listen to me again." Xiaolan stretched out her hand in an attempt to attract Jasmine's attention, and was almost bitten by Oscar. "My feelings just now were sincere, and it was true. Although it does have a purpose, it doesn't Do not conflict……"

   Jasmine snorted and slapped her wings twice with disdain.

   "It's getting dark, or we..."

   "Will you take her out, then?" Jasmine Urn interrupted violently.

  It turns out she was struggling with this!

  Jasmine, who has become a butterfly, has lost her physical strength, and it is still difficult to keep her safe, let alone carry an adult woman.

  All this can only count on Xiaolan.

   "Ah, of course," Xiaolan showed the non-existent unicorn arm, "I will take you all home in a colorful wheelchair."

  Is it possible to treat me as a scumbag?

   Jasmine’s attitude eased, Oscar also relaxed and sat on the window sill.

  "Next," Xiaolan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair. "We have also seen some of the deaths she witnessed. She did not exist at that time, so she must be more than a tool to seek the source."

   "But only fire can really kill Madam." Jasmine continued.

   Xiaolan nodded, "If only she could say something..."

   is back in this dead end again.

   Xiaolan was thinking hard with her chin, but Oscar seemed to have heard something suddenly, with ears erected, she jumped off the window sill and ran towards the living room.

  Night has come, the full moon outside the window is shining, the living room is not lit, but the moonlight shines the interior very brightly.

  In the three worlds, this is the only full moon night.

  When entering the living room, Xiaolan heard the terrible noise from the sofa.

   "Ah...ah...ah..."

   Like a bone trembling, like a curse before death.

  What does she want to say!

  Oscar bounced around the woman.

   "She said... he wants to raise a seed, on the night of the full moon, raise a seed..."

  　Thank you for your rewards, and thanks to Miworm for your continuous support. You are my source of strength!

  (End of this chapter)