Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 265 Banners

   is indeed a stick.

  The hand feels rough, about one finger long.

  At the end, there are some strange things.

  The pale moonlight shrouded that thing and Xiaolan’s legs.

  A plain little piece of wood, but a jagged white cloth strip is tied at the end.

  A familiar thing.

  The moment this thought appeared in Xiaolan's mind, the coldness of falling into an ice cave instantly swept her whole body.

  This is the stuff of Fengmu and Qiuyuan.

   is the thing in their box and their magic weapon.

   Now it appears here...

   Xiaolan's right hand holding the wooden stick was a little trembling, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he lifted his head vigorously and looked into the room.

  There is no furniture, furnishings, or decorations.

  But it seems...not completely empty.

  With moonlight, one can vaguely see that on the pitch-black ground in the middle of the house, a darker object, curled up in a ball, lay flat there.

"What happened?"

Feeling that Xiaolan's temperature was dropping, Jasmine hid in her arms and shouted anxiously.

   "Shhh—"

  It must be now, has fallen into their trap.

  At least...they can't let them know about Jasmine's existence and can't hurt Jasmine.

   "Xia Meng?" Xiaolan's call floated and turned around in the black room.

  The black shadow on the ground trembled, and the sound of rubbing was heard.

  Adapted to the darkness, Xiaolan finally saw the outline of the things placed in the center of the ground.

  The wooden stick with the white streamer was inserted on the ground to form an irregular circle, blocking the black shadow in the center, and the streamer and the streamer were glued to each other, like a wooden stick growing out of two hands holding the partner.

   Xiaolan kicked one down, and a gap appeared in the circle.

Why doesn't    appear?

  Humiliation and anger swelled in Xiaolan's chest.

  Could it be...has the breeding already ended?

   Compared to being entrapped, Xiaolan seems to be more afraid of this.

  Has Xia Meng already...

   Turning the wheelchair and approaching the black shadow, Xiaolan also saw the delicate little face buried in the thick black hair.

   is still normal black hair and snowy skin, thin lips tightly pressed, and slender brows twisted into a ball.

   "Xia Meng."

  Xia Meng's body trembled again, as if the person in his sleep was disturbed.

   Has it happened? Still did not happen? How to tell?

   Xiaolan reached out and pulled out the nearby flag, gritted his teeth and threw it away. After getting closer, he lightly poked Xia Meng's arm.

  The body is still warm, and it is warmer than the cold self.

  Maybe there is still a chance.

   was thinking, suddenly a misty music came from a distance.

   Very far, far away, as far away as coming from another world, as coming from the mind.

  Music and wind are generally close.

   is the sound of a whistle.

  Broken with a beep.

  The whistle sound is far away, not even so real.

  But Xiaolan looked like a cat smelling the enemy, raising her ears vigilantly.

  The sound of rustling activity came from the ground.

  Something is moving.

  Xia Meng is still lying quietly in place, not her.

  The skewed white flags entangled again at some point, and it was the wooden stick that was pulled by the white flags that moved with the whistle.

  The wooden stick approached the companion, and the two white flags stretched out in a daze, as if they stretched out their hands and grabbed forward. Once they touched other white flags, the two white flags instantly joined together.

  The flags in one place seem to have life, moving left and right under the catalysis of the whistle.

   Xiaolan's own heartbeat almost covered the whistle, and Jasmine knew that the big thing was not good, so she didn't dare to make a sound.

  Should they be prevented from rejoining?

   Xiaolan leaned down and pulled out a few. The moment she touched her fingers, the struggling flag stopped moving.

  What are they doing?

When    reached Xiaolan's hands, the flag became the most common stick and white strip.

  The few bouncing on the ground could no longer make a closed circle, and moved around at a loss.

  Xia Meng never opened her eyes from beginning to end.

  Suddenly, the whistle stopped.

  After the last whistle floated in the air, the streamers also stopped their movements and stood in place in twos and threes.

  Xiaolan's spirit also followed closely.

  "Tuk tuk..."

   When the crisp sound in the corner appeared, Xiaolan's goose bumps stood up instantly.

  In the corner on the right that he hadn't paid attention to, a black shadow slowly stood up.

  "Tuk tuk..."

  Like a child in an alley, running and shaking a rattle.

  "Tuk tuk..."

  Hearing this sound, the streamers stood at attention abruptly and rushed towards Xiaolan.

This……

   Xiaolan unconsciously turned the wheelchair back and backed.

  The few streamers in his hand also became uneasy.

  Could it be...

   regard yourself as a goal?

  This is for the source...It’s not smooth to raise Xia Meng, do you want to start with yourself, an old lady in a wheelchair?

  Too abnormal, the crime is a plus.

   Xiaolan was about to kill all the sticks directly, but the drums in the corner suddenly slowed down. The flags stopped again, and the surrounding soil bulged out, and the flags plunged into the ground like this.

  "Tuk..."

  When the second rattle sounded, only a few black holes were left on the ground.

  The flag in his hand was swaying from side to side, Xiaolan clenched tightly and looked down at the hole left by the flag.

  It's all black, and you can't see anything except black.

   "True."

  Another drum beat quickly and sharply.

  Xiaolan still has time to raise his eyes from the ground in the future.

  Something appeared in the black hole.

   approached quickly, and the sound of sand breaking when carrying a python on the ground.

not good!

  Aware of the danger, Xiaolan only has time to make a movement of turning his head sideways.

  Fanzi carried the moist sand that rolled out of the ground. Flying arrows usually shot out from the entrance of the cave, pointing directly at Xiaolan's left eye, and grazing her cheekbones between the sparkles of her head twisted sharply.

  The wooden stick was carrying moist sand. There was some pain at this moment, and Xiao Lan couldn't help but sizzle.

  But this is just the beginning. After the streamer wiped Xiaolan's face, it twisted around in the air, reinserted into the ground, and disappeared again.

  At the same time, with a few puffs, a few flags suddenly emerged from the small hole. The positions of the flags were different, but they all pointed at Xiaolan after exiting the hole.

  In the case of mental preparation, the shooting speed of this flag is not unavoidable.

   Xiaolan flipped his upper body flexibly, and the wheelchair simply walked, but several flags could not get close.

  But they obviously didn't intend to give Xiaolan a chance to react. The flags shot out one after another, and after falling into the ground, they could quickly turn around and fly out again.

  I don’t know if it’s because of a drop in her physical fitness that Xiaolan feels that the speed of the flag is gradually getting faster.

  The banner in his hand also fell, returning to their own fleet to become a member of the attack on Xiaolan.

  If this continues, you will always be unable to hold on.

   Xiaolan's Yu was smooth to the black shadow standing in the corner.

   Is it Fengmu or Qiyuan?

  I don’t know, but the sound of the rattle must be a tool for manipulating the flags.

  A banner flew from the ground at the door, surprisingly fast.

   is it.

  Xiaolan slid the wheelchair side abruptly and quickly approached the black shadow.

  (End of this chapter)