Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 289 New Guest

   "From my perspective just now, his hands are reflected in the dense copper," Xiaolan looked serious, "He holds a knife in his hand..."

   "Knife?!" Xiaoyin exclaimed, "He...he wants..."

   Xiaolan nodded, "It's a knife still dripping blood."

"His appearance in the mirror has not changed, indicating that he is Hisuo, not that rotten person, nor someone else," Jasmine said, "but he is holding a **** knife, indicating that he also wants to harm us, even Maybe... it's already done."

  Everyone's eyes focused on Luo Jiutian.

  If the blood on the knife really means this, then the only missing Lao Luo, has he been killed?

   "Impossible," Luo Jiutian's voice was calm, "I'm not talking nonsense or self-comforting, I'm serious, no one here can hurt my father."

   "Indeed," Jasmine nodded, "Although Uncle Luo is inconvenient to take action, it is almost impossible to hurt him..."

  Others don’t know the level of the General Conference and the Mysterious Game, but they feel relieved when they talk about it.

   "So far, we don't even know what to do to pass the third floor," Bai Su muttered and raised his eyes, "Above the third floor is the crown of the other tower."

  This is the last guard of King God.

  Thinking of the task of the fire village on the second floor, Xiaolan broke his leg and got his head slashed. In the end, he relied on the treasure to open and hang the enemy to kill each other and barely survived.

  The difficulty of this level is hard to imagine.

  Everything that can be presented before their eyes does not seem so scary.

   "The terrible things are hidden underneath." The Taoist said solemnly.

  With the lessons of last night, today they decided to share a room with the two of them. Xiaoyin sat on Xiaolan’s bed with her knees on her knees, looking groggy.

   "Sister Xiaoyin, let's sleep." Xiaolan pushed her knee.

   "Huh?...Um, you go to bed first, I'll stay a while."

  This is going to be a vigil for myself.

   Xiaolan shrank into the bed obediently, watching Xiaoyin's eyes twinkling under the gentle shining of the bedside lamp, and after feeling that Xiaoyin gently turned off the headlight, she fell into a peaceful dreamland.

I'm hungry……

  So hungry...

  Amidst the dimness, only vague whispers intermittently reached her ears.

  I want...food...

  Blood...

   is my smell...

   Xiaolan frowned, the horrible voice lingering around her.

Is    a dream?

  To...blood...

Do not.

  This is not a dream, this is...

   Xiaolan was sweating coldly, and suddenly opened her eyes.

  There is darkness all around.

  "呲——呲——"

  "呲——呲呲——"

  A strange noise came from the bathroom next to it.

   "Little sound!" Xiao Lan called subconsciously.

   "Hey-here," a small voice came out of the bathroom, "Why are you awake?"

   Ah scared to death.

  Xiaolan wiped off the cold sweat and slumped back to the bed.

   "What's the sound?" Xiaolan turned over and asked lazily.

   "Why is this toilet?" Xiaoyin said, stepping out of the bathroom with slippers, "There is no water again, you still have to go outside, you should go to bed first."

   Xiaolan sat up again, "Is there no water again?"

  The water stopped last night, and tonight...

   Xiaoyin's pattering footsteps had reached the public toilet at the door, Xiaolan opened the quilt directly, turned on the light in the room, ran to the bathroom a few steps, and pressed the tap.

  "呲——呲——"

  What is the omen if the water is stopped?

   Xiaolan gave a chuckle in his heart, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

   "Sister Xiaoyin!" Xiaolan yelled, and ran out the door, "I will accompany you to the toilet!"

   "Wow!"

   is the sound of flushing.

   "Don't be afraid, Xiaolan, I'll be fine!"

  The small patter of footsteps appeared again, and then suddenly stopped.

  A dead silence.

  A loud noise.

   "Xiaolan, run!"

  Heart-piercing screams pierced Xiaolan's ears.

   "Sister Xiaoyin!"

   Xiaolan broke the sound and frantically opened the closed door of the bathroom.

   "Puff——"

  A warm liquid splashed onto her face.

  A blue dot of light flashed.

  The shadow of Xiaoyin disappeared in the room.

   But there are a few more things.

  Foul smell.

   Xiaolan's body was splattered with blood, and her hands were trembling, and even when the rotten monster threw its **** mouth at her, she didn't realize what had happened.

   "Xiaolan!"

   "Strong Thunder!"

  Two hurried footsteps sounded behind him.

  A pair of big hands suddenly embraced her shoulders.

  The rotten monster was knocked over by Luo Jiutian's palm lightning, and rolled agilely on the ground, jumping out of the bathroom window by its backward inertia.

It took a long time for Xiaolan to see the two people in front of him clearly and hear their calling.

   "Xiaolan, Xiaolan wake up!"

  "What did you see? Little Lan girl, did you see..."

  "Don't be afraid, Xiaolan..."

   "Don't be afraid."

  Don’t be afraid.

  "It..." Xiaolan raised both hands to her eyes, "It..."

   Palm, front, maybe, my face.

  "Is this Xiaoyin's blood?" Xiaolan raised her head, her pupils trembling.

  Dao Chang’s voice sank, "Little Yin, she..."

   "Little Yin is gone," Xiaolan said blankly, "She told me to run."

  The door of the bathroom was pushed open again, and other people squeezed into the small space.

  "Are you hurt?" Jasmine knelt directly to the front of Xiaolan's face and looked at her face.

  The idiot looked around vigilantly, frowned and asked, "Where is Xiaoyin?"

   Baomu first ran into the room of the two of them to confirm, and when he pushed the bathroom door one step later, as soon as he showed his head, he covered his nose and raised his head and walked out.

   "That's the smell!" Baomu said while coughing, "The smell of rotting human flesh!"

   Xiaolan talked about the incident in a dazed manner, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

   "Boom!"

  The fool hit the wooden door with a punch.

   "We have to go down," Luo Jiutian said and raised Xiaolan on the ground together with the Taoist leader, "We have to go out."

  Outside the castle, maybe you can find the latest clues.

  The rain outside the window is a bit lighter.

   Xiaolan stumbled and followed in the footsteps of everyone, rushed downstairs, and went straight to the gate.

  The empty banquet hall was brightly lit, and a figure stood in front of the door.

  Hisuo heard the noise behind him, and slowly turned around, revealing a cold smile.

   "You will not rest," Hiso's voice was also cold, "Could it be that like Hiso, are you waiting for the host's new guests?"

  After speaking, there were a few knocks outside the door.

  Hisuo’s smile changed instantly.

  The same as the expression that greets oneself, it is an elegant and friendly smile.

  The door opened.

   "Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

  Hisuo said the way to open the door, and greeted him with one hand, "Please come in, honorable guest."

  Wet footsteps.

  "Hello, may I ask..."

  The people who entered the door hadn't finished speaking, their eyes swept over the people behind Hisuo.

  A few pairs of eyes widened together.

   "Daoist!"

   "Maple syrup?!"

  (End of this chapter)