Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 310 Time is the answer

  After saying this sentence, the voice disappeared.

  This sentence is again.

   "Too abstract," Xiaolan cried out, "I don't understand!"

  "Xiaolan?" Qin Yin's soft voice rang in his ear.

   Xiaolan quickly tilted his head to look at Qin Yin.

  Qin Yin's movements did not slow down. She was firmly **** with a chain, kneeling on the ground, staring at herself in surprise.

   "Sister Xiaoyin!" Xiaolan shouted desperately, "Come and help me!"

  Meng Fuling's movements slowed down, but the dagger was still a little closer to his chest.

  And Xiaolan's body was locked under him, unable to move.

  Qin Yin didn't say anything, and stood up on his knees. After a few jumps with his tied feet, he tripped over the heavy iron rope and fell to the ground severely.

  But she didn't give up, and rolled over towards Xiaolan.

   finally approached, Qin Yin beat a carp, ignoring the pain of being pulled into the flesh by the iron cable, and put his head on Meng Fuling's waist.

"what!"

  Qin Yin screamed and was bounced off.

  Meng Fu Ling stayed still.

  The tip of the knife has reached his chest.

  Qin Yin immediately rolled back, rubbing his body on the ground, opened his mouth and bit Meng Fuling's hand holding the handle of the knife.

  In her mouth, there was a sound of stones colliding with each other.

  Xiaolan’s cold sweat slipped into her eyes, stabbing herself in pain.

  The tip of the knife has been forced into the skin, Xiaolan felt the coldness brought by the metal.

  Qin Yin's teeth were almost broken, but he continued to bite.

  Calm down.

  Xiaolan gasped, every time her chest trembles, it is a piercing pain.

clam down.

  Why does it slow down?

  Why, only the movements of himself and Qin Yin are normal?

  Do you have anything in common with Qin Yin?

  Space-time ability?

  But Meng Fuling also has this ability.

  Answer, time is the answer.

  Time.

  Time...

   "Sister Xiaoyin!" Xiaolan saw her blood seep through her coat, "Give me your hand! Lend me your power!"

  Qin Yin let go of Meng Fuling's hand, "My strength?"

   "Your power!" Xiaolan felt blood oozing from her eye sockets, "Your power to control time! Lend it to me!"

  Qin Yin doubted whether he had the so-called power of time, but still sat up, twisted his body, and reached Xiaolan with his hand tied behind his back.

  The hand in the chain touches the hand pressed under the knee.

   Xiaolan’s blood gurgled out.

  That is Xiaoxiao’s heart...

   "Power..." Xiaolan's voice began to hoarse, "Sister Xiaoyin, use your power..."

   "I don't have that kind of power!" Qin Yin cried.

   "You have it," Xiaolan's lips trembled, "Time, that is the power that Meng Fuling doesn't have. You have it, it's in your body..."

  Qin Yin shook off the tears on his face, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

  The fingertips of the two people slowly shimmered.

   Squeak-Squeak-

  The iron wire on Qin Yin's body suddenly tightened.

  Her body was shaking violently.

   Xiaolan has no strength anymore, and everything in front of her gradually becomes blurred.

  Qin Yin grabbed Xiaolan's index finger tightly.

   "Xiaolan!"

  She screamed, and Ironsuo squeezed her skin into the flesh.

  Xiaoxiao's heart...

   may end here.

   Xiaolan opened her mouth last.

   "Small Yin...Let's run with them..."

  Suddenly golden light appeared in front of me.

  The light soon dimmed.

  Xiaolan gasped sharply.

   can move.

  And... I am standing on the ground.

  There was a hard ground under her feet, and Xiaolan quickly touched her chest. There was no wound or blood.

  Of course, there is no pain.

  There is a rustling sound in the ear.

   Xiaolan covered her eyes, rubbed her, and her brief light blindness plunged her into darkness. When she lowered her hand, a figure appeared in front of her.

Is    Qin Yin?

  The man hesitated and stuck to the wall.

  Xiao Lan narrowed her eyes.

   My heart sank.

   is Meng Fuling.

  The forearm of his right hand suddenly felt cold, and something fell straight down the sleeve to his palm.

   Xiaolan stood there, groping for the shape of the thing.

  This...it seems to be a dagger.

  Annular protrusions on the handle, serrated blood grooves on both sides of the blade.

  This is Meng Fuling's murderous dagger.

  "Who are you?!" The opposite Meng Fuling exclaimed.

   Xiaolan was taken aback.

  She looked around, the dark walls, the straw mats in the corners, and a small window on the door let in a faint light.

  This is like a prison for untouchables.

  The one in front of you is...

   "Meng Zecheng?" Xiaolan asked tentatively.

  The stiff body of the man slackened a little, and he asked, "Little...Little Red?"

   "Huh?" Xiaolan quickly remembered, "Oh, yes, I am."

  "Fuck me," Meng Zecheng glared at the wall behind him, then approached Xiaolan and looked at her up and down, "How did you come here? It's amazing!"

"Uh……"

   "Why didn't you tell me if you have this ability," Meng Zecheng looked at her angrily, "Is it magic? Can you lead someone?"

   "No...not magic," Xiaolan said hesitantly, "Meng Zecheng, this is...my ability."

"Ability?" Meng Zecheng's apricot eyes stared again. After understanding Xiaolan's meaning, he hurried over and lowered his voice, "Did they not find out that you have powers? Don't be seen, then you too. Don't use this ability, it's not safe, let's just use the old method..."

  Why did you send yourself back to this time, to Meng Zecheng?

  Why... there is a knife in your hand.

   Xiaolan bit her lower lip, grasping the handle of the knife tightly, trying not to think about the possibility.

   "Meng Zecheng," Xiaolan asked hoarsely, "Do you know Meng Fuling?"

  Meng Zecheng frowned, "Who is that?"

  "Do you know...Chu Jing?"

  Meng Zecheng's expression instantly solidified on his face.

"You...you..." He stretched out his fingers, trembling all over, "Why are you...not me! I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill the girl! I didn't! I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!... "

  Meng Zecheng hugged his head and hissed and shouted, as if this name made him mad.

  Xiaolan’s eyes are hot, and her nose is also hot.

  "Do you...know Tian Xiaoxiao?"

  Her heart beat abruptly.

  Meng Zecheng's movements stopped.

   "Xiaoxiao..." He mumbled the name and stood up slowly.

   "Xiaoxiao," Xiaolan covered her chest, "Tian Xiaoxiao."

   "I..." Meng Zecheng opened and closed his mouth weakly, a drop of tears poured out from the corner of his eyes, "I love Xiaoxiao."

  Plop!

  The heart beats more violently.

  "You...you love?..." Xiaolan felt something choking in her throat, "but you..."

   "I love her," Meng Zecheng lowered his arms, "Even if I die, I won't kill her, Xiaoxiao... I didn't kill her, I love Xiaoxiao... I loved her for five years..."

  Thump thump thump thump...

   "I know, you didn't kill them," Xiaolan gasped, "Meng Fuling killed them."

  Meng Zecheng’s godless eyes flickered, and he murmured, "Meng Fuling..."

   "Yes, Meng Fuling," Xiaolan choked up for some reason, "I came here to kill him."

  (End of this chapter)