Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 272: Frame

Chapter 272 Fracture

Suddenly, the gold thread pulled straight.

Mu Yun raised her head suddenly, her eyes staring almost out of her sockets, her mouth opened wide, as if her throat was strangled by some kind of force.

suddenly became like this, and Xiao Lan was shocked.

"Run!..."

A shredded cry came out of Mu Yun's mouth.

She is in pain.

"Mu Yun!...Mu Yun!" Xiaolan recognized it. At this moment, it is the real Mu Yun who occupies her body, "Mu Yun, how should we deal with the source?"

It may only be this moment.

"Run!...Quick!...Go back!..." Mu Yun's screaming shattered, and the bloodshot eyes in his pupils gradually became clear, "Quickly go back! Wheelchair...Run!..."

Mu Yun said, clenching her hands, making a downward tap movement, her muscles tightened, and she looked close to spasm.

She may have reached her limit.

Xiaolan received the message, but didn't fully understand it.

But the feeling of anxiety came to my heart.

Run? Mu Yun told herself to run, leave here, and go back...

Where to go back?

Xiaolan thought of the Huoyu mother-in-law's house next door, and Bai Su and Jasmine who were resting there at this time.

Should not...

Xiaolan's back ridge suddenly became cold.

Mu Yun struggled to spit out these words, then rolled his eyes and fainted directly on the ground.

It is extremely difficult for her to fight for the control of the body once.

But Xiaolan can no longer take care of these.

When Mu Yun woke up again, it was estimated that it was the fake one. Instead of just standing here and observing her condition, it seemed that Mu Yun's advice was even more urgent.

Xiaolan did not dare to delay for a second, the wheelchair turned so fast, she soon pushed open the old door of Huoyu's mother-in-law's house.

"Jasmine?"

no answer.

Xiaolan was cold all over, and came to the sofa with her eyes wide open.

Bai Su is gone.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, Xiaolan whispered and opened the doors of all the rooms.

Jasmine and Bai Su are missing.

Xiaolan quickly took out the Oscar in his pocket and asked, "Do you feel it? What is your master’s current situation?"

Oscar finally showed up, facing Xiaolan's questioning, he seemed confused.

"Snoring snoring... snoring snoring?"

I don’t understand at all...

"Snoring...snoring..."

I can feel that Oscar has worked very hard.

But the language is really...

"Let's do it," Xiaolan grabbed Oscar, "You take me to find your master."

Oscar understood, he bowed, jumped from Xiaolan's legs, and started running.

Xiaolan quickly followed behind.

In this direction, it is somewhat like approaching the position of the altar.

I haven’t noticed it yet. In fact, it’s already dark. Seeing the villagers gather to wait for the ceremony is approaching, combined with this direction, Xiaolan probably understands that something must happen tonight.

Sure enough, you can see people's shadows even far away.

Without Fengmu, Qiuyuan seemed to be alone, but his demeanor and actions did not seem to be affected.

Mu Yun stood in front of the altar, squeezed her handkerchief, covered her face and sobbed in a low voice, but Xiaolan knew that it was the fake Muyun who was pretending at this moment.

Seeing Granny Huoyu sitting in a wheelchair, people standing on the periphery exclaimed big and small, unconsciously giving way to the altar inside.

"she was……"

"Why did she come?"

"She is not dead yet..."

"I also thought... so..."

The brainwashing of the villagers by Qiuyuan seems to be very successful.

But Bai Su and Jasmine are nowhere to be seen.

"Oscar, where are they?" Xiaolan asked gently.

Oscar stopped moving forward, grabbed Xiaolan's trousers and climbed back onto her lap, turned around and pointed near the altar.

They are nearby, but Oscar dared not pass.

Is there anything?

The crying fake Muyun Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xiaolan, blocking Qiuyuanfei Express's eyes with one hand.

Seeking for the source, smiling and looking at Xiaolan standing still in the distance, playing with an exquisite old rattle in his hand. It is a magic weapon I have seen in the box. It should also be used by Fengmu to control the twelve flags. Tool of.

Isn’t there only one rattle?

Still, this is the one used by Feng Mu...

Xiaolan dare not think about the second possibility.

Fengmu was clearly trapped in the overlapping space by himself. No one except himself should be able to break it. Not long ago, I checked the situation, and Fengmu still stayed quietly inside...

"Huoyu, you are still here."

Qiuyuan showed a very gentle smile, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked friendly and harmless.

"You put..."

"Everyone!" Before Xiaolan finished her words, she interrupted loudly when she asked for the source, waving her hands flat, as if to signal the masses to calm down, "Everyone, I want to announce a very regrettable thing to everyone."

As said, Qiuyuan stretched out his left hand and pointed towards Xiaolan, “I’m asking for the source, and I met with my senior brother. Since I came to this fire village, I have done my best to solve all kinds of strange problems for the villagers.

A burst of approval erupted from the crowd.

"it is good!"

"The master has done a lot for us..."

"Yes! The master is right..."

"Master, what do you want..."

Qiuyuan pressed down with his right hand, still pointing at Xiaolan with his left hand, his voice solemn and low, "I have met Brother Mu and have always been kind to others, so after Brother Fengmu had such a tragedy, I was also curious about who did this. Waiting for the evil, thinking about it, really only this former stranger village chief, may hate me..."

"This old witch again!"

"Kill her!"

"The village chief must have been killed by her too!"

"It must be her!"

The ignorant and angry eyes of the villagers focused on Xiaolan. In addition to the sense of crisis like a thorn on his back, Xiaolan also felt sad.

"I didn't confess at random, because I didn't believe in the evil of human nature. I also investigated it." Qiuyuan beat his chest with his right hand, looking distressed. Traces of using witchcraft! The traces of witchcraft appeared after we entered the village, the traces of the spellcasting of the fire feather wizard who tried to drive us out of the village!"

Qiuyuan flicked the tip of his left finger, and Xiaolan felt as if a knife was accompanied by the finger to slash at herself.

The crowd lifted up things in their hands, or sickles or hoes, and even sachets and dustpans for needlework. They all raised up their hands and prepared to throw them on Xiaolan.

"Should kill her!"

"It should have been killed in the first place, so she shouldn't have kept her life!"

"Kill the old lady Huoyu!"

Xiaolan squeezed the armrest of the wheelchair and looked around the villagers who had become demons.

It sounds like this kind of thing seems to have happened before.

Mr. Huoyu was also alone, facing the malice of the villagers she desperately wanted to protect.

Xiaolan has no affection for the villagers, and only finds it ridiculous.

But how desperate Huoyu was at that time.

Xiaolan snorted coldly, turned her wheelchair and walked towards the altar.

Qiu Yuan narrowed his eyes and watched Xiaolan approaching gradually.

Xiaolan stopped in front of him, her eyes calm.

"Where is my butterfly?"