Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 31 Baomu's Ability

  Xiaolan began to doubt her eyes, rubbing vigorously, still the same picture.

  "Daoist...Here...there was a door, right..." Xiaolan doubted her memory again, pointing to the place where the door should have turned into a wall at this time.

  Taochang trembling slightly, grasping Xiaolan's hand tightly.

   "Oh, Xiaolan," the Taoist chief stared there for a long time before turning his attention to Xiaolan, "We have entered the'world'..."

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   "Sister Pineapple!"

  Pineapple was looking for clues from drawer to drawer in the bookcase in the living room. A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him. Pineapple turned around and the flashlight scanned the pale face of the little girl. Xiaolan in front of him showed a weird smile.

   "Sister Pineapple, have you found any clues?"

  "Xiaolan..." Pineapple breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up and down Xiaolan who was grinning, "Where are you going, I disappeared as soon as I walked in, and I called Maple Sugar for a long time and no one agreed."

   "Hey hey..." Xiaolan smiled more exaggeratedly, grinning and baring teeth, looking abnormally distorted, "We are here, can't you find us?"

  Pineapple stopped talking, stepped back unconsciously, and was frightened by Xiaolan's smile.

   "Xiao Lan?" Maple Sugar turned around, just in time to see Xiao Lan standing in front of her girlfriend, "It came just right, I found this..."

   said, he walked towards the two of them, holding something in his hand.

  Pineapple looked at the maple sugar approaching with a stiff expression, and then looked down at Xiaolan who was standing straight in front of him.

   "Maple syrup..." The call of the pineapple squeezed out between the teeth.

   Xiaolan still stared at her motionlessly. Pineapple didn't dare to shine a flashlight directly at Xiaolan's face. Xiaolan under the faint light was like a statue, and her dark eyes stared at her like a bottomless black hole.

   "What's the matter?" Maple Sugar walked over, turned his face to look at Xiaolan, then looked at the pineapple, "What do you want me to do, Xiaolan, what are you laughing at?"

   Xiaolan's gaze shifted to Maple Sugar, the feeling of falling into an ice cave finally disappeared, and Pineapple felt that she suddenly felt conscious.

   "Am I smiling?"

  Xiaolan's voice is very deep and illusory, like floating from a distance, lingering in her ears.

"Your mouth is grinning," Maple Syrup was not affected by the cold air from Xiaolan's body at all. Instead, he leaned forward curiously. "Did you and Dao Master find any clues and laugh so much? Happy."

  You call this happy?

  The pineapple looked helplessly at the maple syrup.

  The arrival of maple syrup is like a hand, gradually pulling the pineapple out of Xiaolan’s quagmire. The pineapple can move, and the back will no longer sweat.

   "Maple syrup..." The pineapple stretched out his arm forcefully and grabbed the little finger of maple syrup.

   "Huh?" Maple turned around, only to find that his girlfriend was pale and sweating, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable, or let's go out first..."

  "Are you going out?" Xiaolan spoke again, smiling slightly, "Take me out together..."

   "Let's go, let's go out first," Maple Sugar said, picking up the pineapple, "I just found the little flower thing. We were thinking outside while waiting for them."

   Xiaolan had already turned around and was about to go out with them, but when she heard this, she suddenly froze. The petite figure had an indescribable weird feeling.

"who's stuff?"

  "Xiaohua's envelope," Maple Sugar took out a white paper-like thing from his pocket with the other hand holding the pineapple. "The envelope has the address and signature. I don't know where to send it, and I didn't see the letter."

   Xiaolan turned around abruptly and glanced at the envelope in Maple's hand from a distance.

   "Now," Maple Sugar saw that Xiaolan was interested, so he passed it.

  Xiaolan took a step back, looked at the envelope and the two with a bitter look, and quickly turned around and ran out of the living room.

   "Huh?...this kid..."

  Maple syrup dragged the pineapple for two steps, but did not keep up. When she reached the door, Xiaolan had disappeared.

   "It's weirdly fast, where did you hide?"

  The pineapple was as if released, his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

  Maple syrup hurriedly picked up his girlfriend and looked worriedly at the panting pineapple.

   "What's the matter, why are you all weird?"

   "Maple syrup...Maple syrup..." Pineapple grabbed Maple's arm and tried to resist the trembling and crying urge in her voice, "Something happened... Something happened..."

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   "It's all torn to pieces..."

  Three people squatted on the ground, three small heads gathered together, discussing something.

   Scattered on the ground are large and small pieces of paper, like letter paper, with scattered text recorded on it.

"Xiaoyin, take the pieces you found to the table and try to spell it out to see if you can compose a sentence." The little idiot handed the flashlight to Xiaoyin and Baomu. "Baomu will go outside and call the Taoist and them. Reasoning this kind of thing is not suitable for a few of us, they probably just didn't hear it."

   Baomu took the flashlight, her baby face was a bit serious, "Do you think the smell here seems to be heavier?"

   Xiaoyin sniffed vigorously, shook his head, "I don’t feel it, Baomu, we really can’t do it, we still have to rely on you to smell it."

  Baomu blushed again, and he muttered open the bedroom door with his flashlight. Outside was the living room that he had just passed by.

  "Dao Master!...Dao Master!...Xiao Lan!...Sister Pineapple!..."

   Baomu's voice echoed in the darkness. He turned around and looked at the bedroom, confirming that the little fool and Xiaoyin were still working hard, resisting the faint fear in his heart, and walked to the door of the living room.

  "Daoist!...Xiaolan!...Bo..."

  The remaining words were swallowed by Baomu, Baomu pressed his lips, shaking his nose, and sniffed.

  The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, the closer you are to the door, the stronger the smell.

  What's behind the door?

When entering the door just now, the three of them chose to enter the living room without hesitation. After seeing the pineapple and maple syrup staying in the living room and searching, the three of them entered the bedroom again. When they found something, they could not find the other four. Up.

  Baomu felt very ominous, and the gradually thickening smell of blood enveloped him, irritating his sensitive nasal cavity.

  Grabbing the door handle, Baomu's hand trembled slightly.

  Strongly, Baomu quietly opened a crack in the door, moved the flashlight there, and could vaguely see the figure at the door of the living room.

  There was a person standing at the door, thin and small, someone Baomu knew.

  (End of this chapter)