Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 305 Black Messenger

   "Squeak——"

  This door is no different from other doors.

boom.

  Baomu closed the door smoothly, and Xiaolan was startled by the heavy closing sound.

  The inside of the door is completely dark.

  Qin Yin took out the flashlight he used as the family member, and opened it with a click.

   can only see themselves.

  I can't see the walls or the floor.

   Turned his head, there seemed to be only one door in this space.

   "The door can't be opened either." Baomu said.

   "Then you said you did it so fast when you closed the door," Qin Yin looked disgusted, "At this time, the action is very fast."

   "Don't be afraid," the Taoist leader took Qin Yin's flashlight and walked to the front, "Let's go forward."

  There is no sound of footsteps, like stepping on a piece of nothingness.

  Walking, the Taoist stopped suddenly.

"what's happenin?"

  The orange beam cut across the darkness like a sharp blade. At the end of the beam, there was a black figure.

  Everyone took a breath of air and solidified in place without saying a word.

  Dao Chang twisted his wrist, and the beam moved upward.

   is the back of a person.

  The man turned his back to them, and the light from behind pulled out a long shadow in front of him.

   "I rely on..." The fool is left only exclaimed, "I rely on, what is this..."

  February and March, the face is scared green.

   "Bao Mu," Maple Sugar said quickly, "Do you smell anything?"

   Baomu sniffed, "Um...human."

  Humanity?

   "So he is a person." Qin Yin released the corner of Dao Chang's clothes.

  "Are we going to go there?" The fool looked at Taoist.

   Dao Master stretched out his hand to beckon them to stop first, and he took two steps forward.

   Turning around, the disobedient guys still followed.

  The crowd shrank into a ball, moving towards the dark shadow one step at a time, looking a little funny.

  The black shadow never moves.

  It was a man in black, of medium height, with his head down.

   Xiaolan frowned.

  Why is this dress a bit familiar?

  In a blink of an eye, several people have moved behind the man.

  Xiaolan's heart beat wildly.

   "Master," she pulled her long sleeve, "I have a bad feeling."

"what!--"

  Qin Yin let out a short scream.

  A few people froze again.

   Click... Click...

  The man moved, and the stiff bones made a clear rubbing sound.

   "Oh...cough cough...here..."

  The man raised his hand to knead the nape of his neck, and turned around slowly.

   Xiaolan's head buzzed.

  "Are you...eh? Are you not Xiaohong? Or Xiaolan? Where is this? Why are we here?..."

  The friends looked at the man and Xiaolan in shock.

  The man blinked his eyes and looked innocent.

   "You..." Xiaolan tremblingly pointed at him, "You...Meng...Meng..."

   "What's the matter?" The man looked around warily, "I am Meng Zecheng."

  Partners have heard Xiaolan talk about Meng Zecheng and Meng Fuling, this time they really saw them.

  "Are you Meng Fuling?" Qin Yin asked, squinting at him without seeing him.

   "Why are you all talking about this name, who is this Meng Fuling?" Meng Zecheng twisted his arms a few times, looking a little uncomfortable, "Does it look like me?"

  Meng Zecheng is back again.

  The cold body came alive.

   "Meng Zecheng, what is your last memory?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.

"The last memory?" Meng Zecheng raised his eyes and recalled, "I remember... we were looking for a way to escape from the untouchable camp. Your behavior is weird. I was wondering if I would leave you behind and run away, and then... suddenly... …I'm not aware of it."

   Xiaolan nodded.

  Well, you lose consciousness because you have become a dead person.

  Want to throw away my own way? Deserve it.

  "Are you here since you woke up?" Xiaolan asked.

  Meng Zecheng thought for a few seconds, then nodded, then asked, "Who are they all?"

  "They are all my partners." Xiaolan swiped behind him.

  The Daoist Chief was still a little afraid of Meng Zecheng, his eyes gleaming with pitch-black luster.

  Why does Meng Zecheng appear here?

  Meng Zecheng feels very insecure and always wants to get together with them, but when he approaches an inch, his companions unconsciously move back an inch, always keeping a safe distance.

   Xiaolan looked at Meng Zecheng depressed, and her heart was also very tangled.

  On the one hand, Meng Zecheng does not look like a bad person, but on the other hand, he has been pitted by Meng Fu three times. If he does it again, he can really die.

  诶 has been three times? Isn't that bad this time?

  No, no, Xiaolan shook his head. If they were scammed this time, they would have to get in the whole nest.

   "Meng Zecheng," Xiaolan lowered his heart and asked, "You haven't told me why you came to the city, and what happened to the person... who was killed by you?"

"I……"

  Meng Zecheng glanced at everyone, knowing that in this case, it is obviously not wise to refuse to answer.

   "They said... They said I killed a girl." He lowered his head, and the fuzzy bytes squeezed out between his teeth.

  "A girl?" Faces flickered from Xiaolan's mind, "Which... who is it? What's the name?"

"Call... She called..." Meng Zecheng's eyes began to tremble, and he grabbed his hair hard, "Called...Chu...Chu Jing...just a very small girl...They said...said me ..."

   is Chu Jing.

   Xiaolan clicked in his heart.

   was the first person killed by Meng Fuling.

   "They said I killed her..." Meng Zecheng's facial features wrinkled together, "Said I strangled her... and folded her, but I haven't done it, I really haven't done it..."

  That is Chu Jing's method of death.

  "Who are they?" Xiaolan asked, "Are they the police?"

  Meng Zecheng's eyes fell hollow, and he shook his head feebly, "No, it's him, it's a man from the city, I summoned it, the messenger of the city."

   Xiaolan is a little confused.

  What's all this?

  How come another messenger of King God? What is this?

"He said that he can fulfill all my wishes," Meng Zecheng lowered his eyes, "I...what is my wish, I have forgotten it, but since he came to me, everything seems to have begun to fall apart. ."

  "What does he look like?" Xiaolan first thought of Wemblow.

   "He is all black," Meng Zecheng narrowed his eyes, "I haven't seen any other colors on him, except for the dark eyes, all other parts are blocked..."

  Not Wemblow.

  Wemblow is full of confidence and can't help showing his handsome face.

"That morning, when I woke up, I found that my hands were sore and there was blood..." Meng Zecheng raised his hands, "I don't know what happened, but the messenger told me that I...I killed someone... ...I killed, that little girl in the news..."

  　 I woke up a little bit late, I was late _(_`」∠)_

  (End of this chapter)