Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 270 Mage’s Eyes

"you you……"

  In fact, Xiaolan felt a little hairy in her heart.

  In order to intimidate the sixth child, I put a lot of content into this remark.

  Should I say something that I shouldn’t say?

  The sixth child’s voice was trembling. For a long time, his shoulders collapsed, and he said dejectedly, "Mage and Madam...how do I deserve to discuss with them, the old lady, you too praise me too much."

   "Sixth," Xiao Lan said earnestly, "Madam has a child, do you know this."

  The sixth man was even more shocked, "how do you even know this" on his face.

   Seeing him aphasia, Xiaolan turned the wheelchair and walked to the drawing room on the right.

The living room is the same as the small courtyard. Although the decoration is simple, it is cleaned up. There is even a clay pottery vase on the round table in the middle of the room. A few pale yellow wild flowers are inserted in it. Wild flowers are the Yanling flowers that can be seen everywhere in the village. , Paired with earthenware, it also looks unique and beautiful.

  The sixth person looks like a vulgar person, but I didn’t expect to have this kind of fun inside.

"you……"

   Xiaolan was about to say something, when the next room suddenly heard the sound of “chopping” vegetables.

  The eyes of the two were instantly attracted.

"That is……"

   "Ah," Lao Liu's brows relaxed a little, "That's my old mother... preparing breakfast."

  "Mother?" For some reason, Xiaolan was a little suspicious, manipulating the wheelchair close to the kitchen, "It’s really hard to start preparing so early."

  Speaking, Xiao Lan walked to the kitchen door where the sound of chopped vegetables was heard, and opened the linen curtain to look inside.

  Indeed, a small, rickety old woman, with her back to them, was busy in front of the cutting board, and the sound of a beating came from there.

  Is this the mother of the sixth child?

  "Hello?" Xiaolan said hello to herself.

  The old woman did not respond as if she hadn't heard her, and the sound of cutting vegetables was still regular and smooth.

  "Hello?" Xiaolan repeated.

   Still no response.

   Xiaolan turned her head and saw that the face of the sixth child had completely changed.

   "What's wrong with her?" Xiaolan asked.

   "I... my mother has bad ears," the sixth man kowtowed, "it's inevitable...it's inevitable when I get older."

Is that right?

  Xiaolan turned the wheelchair and looked at the old woman's profile.

  The sixth boy wanted to reach out to stop him, but in the end he didn't dare to go.

  Why is it so strange?

  This profiled face.

  Although it is understandable that the old man will become withered, but in any case, this face also...

  It's hardly a person anymore, it's a skinny skeleton!

  The side of the old man’s face was brownish-yellow like cracked soil, his eyes sunken deeply, his lips wrinkled dryly into his mouth, and his chin could not be closed, swaying, revealing his dark mouth.

  Even so, the old man's withered hands moved slowly on the chopping board, holding the knife firmly in his right hand, and chopped down the tomatoes placed on the chopping board.

  Xiaolan was so shocked that her facial expression was almost out of control, she looked at the sixth child in surprise.

   "My old mother has suffered a lot," the sixth child's tone softened, "I am getting old now, so I have to live a stable life."

  No, this is not a peaceful day.

  This is obviously dead, it's a dead person!

   Before Xiaolan had time to say anything, the beeping sound that had been ringing in her ears suddenly stopped.

The attention of Xiaolan and Lao Liu was also attracted by the sudden silence.

  The vegetables have been cut, the old woman stiffly scratched the back of the knife a few times, moving the cut tomatoes into the pot.

  There was no oil in the pot. When the hot bottom of the pot touched the tomato, thick white smoke came out.

  The white smoke did not rise for a few seconds, the old woman tapped the bottom of the pot with the spatula in her hand, lifted the pot with her dry left hand, brushed with the spatula in her right hand, and poured the red and black fried tomatoes onto the plate.

  After doing all this, the old woman stood back to the pot, put her hands on the case lightly, and stopped moving.

"Okay, thank you mom," the sixth man smiled brightly at the old woman, took the plate, and looked at Xiaolan a little embarrassedly, "My mom is getting older, always forgetting things, and cooking is not as good as before. Eat, but the taste is okay, you... will you taste it?"

   Xiaolan glanced at the half-baked and half-unfamiliar dish, and shook her head slowly.

   "How long has your mother been like this?"

  The sixth step took two steps and put the plate on the table.

  "The old man is getting old slowly, so how long does it take."

   Xiaolan frowned, "Did you really not find that your mother is wrong, or say... Actually, you are also wrong."

  The sixth man kept silent, shaking slightly with his back to Xiaolan.

   "What... something is wrong..."

"I don't want to go around anymore, the sixth child, we don't have much time," Xiaolan raised her voice, "Mu Yun said that you are different. After seeing your mother, I think I know why. The spell planted on you was led to your mother, right?"

Seeing that the sixth child did not respond, Xiaolan continued, "You pretend to be the most loyal, pretending that you have already succumbed to Qiuyuan and Mu Yun, because you are afraid that they will find out about this. Although I don't know how this happened, but For Qiuyuan, you and your mother may be treated as failed items. Yours is different, right here."

  After the words, the sixth child has already held his head in despair.

   A whimper squeezed out of his throat, "She... she is not Mu Yun, Mu Yun is..."

  The sixth child really knows everything.

   "Mu Yun has changed, when did she become?"

  The sixth shook his head, "Mu Yun has never changed, but...but..."

  But...

  As long as the sixth child is willing to open his mouth, it is an important truth.

   "If you don't tell, the problem will never be solved." Xiao Lan said in a deep voice.

  The sixth one hesitantly glanced in the direction of the old mother. He made up his mind and stretched out his hand to signal Xiaolan to follow him out of the kitchen.

Returning to the corner of the living room, the sixth child looked at the kitchen uneasy, before leaning into Xiaolan's ear and whispering, "It's not that I don't want to say it, I really don't dare to say it, this village...this village is almost everywhere. It's all the eyes of the mage."

  "Mage's eyes?" Xiaolan puzzled, "You mean..."

"We people have become like this. It's not like you said, what spells were cast," the sixth man lowered his voice. "The adult men in the village have all been replaced by wizards with a part of their body, people who have been replaced by their bodies. It is equivalent to a mage who can't spell, that is, his eyes. The men in the village are loyal to him and the fake Mu Yun, and the women are all fascinated by him. This village is already his... …"

   "What happened to the fake Mu Yun?"

"Oh-old lady, maybe only the two of us can remember this." The sixth eyes were dimmed. "They acted as if Mu Yun was an outsider who came into the village with them. In fact, Mu Yun is a child in the village. , Mu Yun grew up in Dahuo Village. They were the people that Mu Yun met on the way out of the village to make purchases. After that time, Mu Yun changed like a person, but occasionally changed back to his original appearance. They must be right. What did Mu Yun do to brainwash the villagers, all this is..."

  　 Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

  　　 Today is the day when I rushed home. When I was in the car while motion sickness, there may be typos, language problems or logical confusion. I will definitely fix it tomorrow when I have time. I apologize to everyone.

  　　 also hope that everyone eats delicious and fun on the Dragon Boat Festival, and the next year will also be safe and happy.

  (End of this chapter)