Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 33 Blood Pool

the other side.

   "Whose'boundary'?" Xiaolan blinked, "Is Xiaohua's'boundary'?"

   "It's not like..." Dao Chang shook his head with a serious expression, "This'world' is very new and small, it should be..."

   "Ahee!"

   Xiaolan couldn't help it, and sneezed.

  Dao Chang paused, "What's the matter?"

   "It's okay..." Xiao Lan shook her head, "Go ahead, go ahead."

  "It should be the ‘world’ that has just been formed, usually..."

   "Ahee!"

   Xiaolan squeezed her nose in embarrassment, and hurriedly waved her hand at the worried Taoist chief, "It's really okay, maybe someone is scolding me..."

   "Is it really cold?"

   "It's not cold or cold, how do you usually do it?"

Daochang insisted to take off his coat and put it on Xiaolan. "Usually, the stronger the obsession of the dead, the stronger the'jie' will be. As time goes by, the more people the'jie' will devour, the impact will be caused. The bigger it is."

   Xiaolan shuddered, "Will'Jie' swallow people?"

"The'world' is formed by the will of the deceased, and all the rules in the'world' are determined by the deceased," the Taoist chief looked around, "not all people who die with hatred and obsession are good people. ,and……"

   "And what?"

  Dao Master was a little uneasy, "Moreover, searching for too long will make the deceased lose his mind. The kind deceased will have a cruel ‘world’ after death. This kind of thing has not happened before."

   Xiaolan obediently hung Daochang’s coat on her shoulder, "Then what should we do now..."

"Xiaolan, from now on, you must follow me closely," the Taoist master grabbed Xiaolan's hand again and stared at her, "I don't know the rules of this'world', or even who its owner is. , This place is full of danger for us..."

  "Then let's find Xiaoyin first," the other hand pointed to the door leading to the living room, "Let's meet first and then think of a way."

Dao Chang shook his head, "The person just now is not Xiaoyin."

"That is……"

  "Perhaps it is the puppet in "Jie"," said the Taoist and opened the door of the living room. "Perhaps, it is the owner of "Jie" himself."

  The door opened, and the ink-like pitch black appeared in front of the two of them. The faint flashlight shining through, only the outline of the faint table and chair furniture could be seen, without the breath of life.

  "Where are they?" Xiaolan was a little surprised.

   "It seems that we are trapped in different spaces," the Taoist leader took Xiaolan into the dusty living room, "we first look for clues, at least we must first understand its owner before we can think of a cracking method."

   Xiaolan raised his flashlight, while the Taoist head kept rummaging with one hand.

   There seemed to be something rustling rustling behind her, Xiao Lan turned her head back, seeing nothing in the absence of light.

   "Master Dao," Xiao Lan turned his head back, "Did you smell a smell?"

  The Taoist head raised his head, "What smell."

   "It smells like blood."

  Tao Master relaxed, shrugged, “Smelt it, you smell it as soon as you enter the door. If you feel uncomfortable, put on a mask.”

   "It's not..." Xiaolan didn't know what to describe, frowning in distress, "It's not the same as just entering the door..."

  At this time, the Taoist leader seemed to have found something. He pulled out a dozen papers from the wooden drawer and opened them one by one.

   Xiaolan leaned over, "What is this?"

   "It's like a ledger," the Taoist chief scanned the text on the paper intently, "but there is no account content, only numbers."

   "By the way, Dao Chief," Xiaolan suddenly remembered something, "If we are not in the same space, will we escape together?"

  Dao Chang smiled, "We will meet, the scattered space can't stop us for too long, because we have a small voice."

  "Small tone?" Xiaolan repeated in confusion, "What's the use of small tone?"

   "Hmm..." Dao Chang thought while browsing, "I want to think about how to describe it to you..."

  Xiaolan nodded patiently, set the torch for the Taoist chief, and decided to do his job first and then talk about other things.

  The voice behind her rang again, as if she was closer than before. Xiaolan leaned against Daochang anxiously, looking back, there was nothing special.

   "Small Yin has a special ability..."

Dao Chang opened his mouth to explain, and at the same time, the rustling sound just now suddenly sounded from Xiaolan's side.

  Xiaolan was startled, but Gu could not illuminate the Taoist leader, and quickly raised the flashlight to the source of the sound.

   turned around, the light beam cut through the darkness, bringing the appearance of the object in front of him.

   Xiaolan breathed, and completely lost the ability to move.

It was a **** thing that couldn't be called a "face" at all. In just a second, it rushed to Xiaolan's side. The blood-red color gradually occupied the whole line of sight, and a blood-red hand covered Xiaolan's. Face.

  The cold touch awakened her suddenly, Xiaolan wanted to scream, but felt the **** hands on her face suddenly exert force, grabbed her face, and dragged her forward.

   was caught!

   Xiaolan wanted to hold onto Dao Chang’s hand, but a huge force pulled her away from that hand.

  Daoist!

  No way!

  The scream was locked into his throat, Xiaolan lost the last touch with the Taoist leader, was grabbed by the **** hand and dragged away.

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  I can't see or hear anything.

  The **** hand covered Xiaolan's sight, everything was blood red.

   Xiaolan felt that she was still being dragged, and there was only a pungent smell of blood and red all around.

  Suddenly, the **** hands disappeared.

   Before Xiaolan could open her eyes, she fell down with empty feet.

  Water.

   is water.

  The cold and soft texture surrounded her, Xiaolan knew that she had fallen into the water, struggling to open her eyes, and trying her best to go upstream.

  There was a blood red in front of her eyes.

  Smelly smell, cold and sticky touch, blood-red color.

  This is not water.

  This is blood.

   Xiaolan fell into a pool of cold blood.

  Terror swept across Xiaolan instantly, unable to breathe, unable to see the exit, and didn't know where she was.

  Don’t want to die.

  I don’t want to die.

  Swim up, swim up.

  Xiao Lan swam vigorously, her last breath was already stuck in her throat, Xiao Lan felt that her eyes had also become blood red.

  If you don’t see the end again, you may have to...

  His eyes gradually faded, this familiar feeling...

  It’s not the first time...

  Suddenly, the blood red in front of her eyes became thinner, and Xiaolan's eyes that was about to close instantly widened.

   Through the gradually transparent blood red, Xiaolan saw the darkness at the end.

   Limbs were full of strength again, Xiaolan exhausted her last breath and struggling to kick.

   came alive!

   Xiaolan breathed, showing a smile of escape after the catastrophe, shook his head and opened his eyes.

  The smile freezes on the face.

  The blood pool that he had just escaped desperately just now disappeared.

  Xiaolan was lying on the ground with scattered white papers. The white paper was no longer flat in the humid environment and was full of wrinkles.

Above    is a darkness, which is different from the darkness at night, like a black cloth covering the line of sight.

  The darkness moved and gradually moved away.

  Xiaolan lay on the ground and slowly saw the true appearance of this darkness.

  The body is cold for a second.

  (End of this chapter)