Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 328 Bunkyo

  A few people walked out of the city gate.

   has gone far.

   Xiaolan turned around, the magnificent city-state had disappeared, and replaced by a gloomy wasteland.

   "This should also be the power of witches," said the Taoist chief. "The witch created the royal city, but such a city can exist safely in this world. It should rely on this kind of magic."

   "Then how did you find Wangcheng?" Xiaolan asked February and March.

February lowered his head and smiled stiffly, "Yes... I can't remember the specific content anymore. It seems that I walked to the end along a river, and behind a tree, I could see the walls of the royal city. , At the time...that's how we found it."

When I was about to enter the nearest town, February and March said goodbye to them, and March still looked sad. February seemed to have stood up from sorrow and took care of his younger brother. The two supported each other and walked toward each other. Took another fork in the road.

  The pain of losing a loved one can completely change a person.

  It’s just that some people have fallen, and some people have grown up in grief.

"Let’s find a place to live in the town." The Taoist leader helped Qin Yin, who was still sleeping, and pointed to the small town not far away. "It’s now...it’s not convenient to enter the town directly. Let’s take a break. Think of a solution."

  The innkeeper looked at them suspiciously, and then at the two unconscious people.

  The leader added a few bills, and the boss immediately looked away, pretending that he hadn’t seen anything, and threw them a bunch of keys.

   "Three rooms, next to each other, turn left on the second floor and the innermost, okay?"

  The boss seemed to treat them as a group of people engaged in illegal activities.

  But it’s okay, it saves some unnecessary troubles.

  The room was actually neat and clean. After Xiaolan helped the fool put Qin Yin on the bed in his room, the two locked the door and walked into the innermost Taoist’s room together.

  The corpse of Maple Syrup lay quietly on the bed.

  His wound has stopped bleeding, and he is pale, like a sculpture.

  Dao Master used a spell to delay the decay of maple syrup.

   "Let's take the maple syrup back." The fool's eyes were straight.

Daochang shook his head, "My talisman is almost running out, and the maple sugar can't support it for that long. It's too far away from Xinjing. We have to think of other ways."

   "I think..." Baomu said suddenly, "We have to send the maple syrup home."

  A few people cast their sights on Baomu.

  Baomu sighed lightly, "He and the pineapple's hometown, we have to send him back there, which is... the place where the pineapple was supposed to be buried."

  The idiot looked up, "They always go back in the car..."

   "Bunkyo," said the chief minister, "Pineapple and maple syrup are from Bunkyo."

  Bunkyo?

   "Isn't Bunkyo the city where Baliangshui is located?"

   "Yes," the chief nodded, "Director Luo and Jiutian should also be in Wenjing."

  "How far is Wenjing from here?" the fool asked.

  Several people quickly took out their mobile phones that had recovered their signal and power.

  "It's very close," the Taoist chief showed them the page he found. "It's four or five hours' drive. The Luo Family Mansion is a big landmark in Wenjing. It's easy to find."

   Xiaolan was staring at the big circle on the screen of the Taoist’s phone that showed the Luo family mansion, but her phone rang suddenly.

   Xiaolan fiddled with it twice.

   "It's a call for nine days."

   "Quick connection."

   Xiaolan picked it up, "Brother Jiutian, this is Xiaolan, you... are you okay, are you safe to go out?"

   "Xiaolan!" The scream that rang out over there scared Xiaolan almost throwing her phone away.

After    there was a mess of talking, Xiaolan heard the voices of Lao Luo, Jiutian, and Jasmine, and several people sounded very excited.

  There should also be a public release. Everyone was chattering to talk, causing Xiaolan to hear nothing.

  In the end, Lao Luo cleared his throat, and the noise in his ears stopped.

   "So, Miss Xiaolan, you have already left Wangcheng. It's so good, what about Wangshen?"

Xiaolan glanced at his companions who were lying in a circle around the phone, "Fitz is dead, there is a new queen in the city, and order has begun to be restored. Meng Fuling, Wemblow, and Basel are all dead, ah. , Basel is... Basel is the captain of the fourth battle in the royal city. He is a fallen god. Fitz's killings are all due to his instigation and deception. In short, the matter of the royal city is over."

   "Very good, very good," Lao Luo said in a relaxed tone, "Little friends...are you not injured?"

   Xiaolan was dumb.

  She looked at Maple Sugar, not knowing what to say.

   "Is it hurt?" Lao Luo heard Xiaolan fell into silence, and asked hurriedly, "Is the injury serious? What's the matter? Who is it?"

Dao Chang patted Xiaolan on the shoulder and moved to the phone.

   "Director Luo, it's me."

   "Brother Dao? Are you injured? How is your injury?"

  Unexpectedly, Lao Luo was still a little bit anxious.

   "No, I'm not injured, Director Luo don't worry about it," the Chief Taoist glanced at Maple Sugar, "We... one of our companions is gone, Director Luo, I wonder if we can ask the Luo family for a favor..."

  The next words, Xiaolan didn't hear too much.

  She only knew that before hanging up, the atmosphere at both ends of the phone became heavy.

  She has been avoiding facing the fact itself.

  When in the royal city, one's attention can be placed elsewhere.

  Now, only the cold corpse of Maple Sugar was in his eyes.

   "The Luo family will arrange for someone to come and pick us up," the Taoist chief said softly, "It will probably arrive tomorrow afternoon, let's clean up, and have a good rest tonight. There are still many things to do tomorrow."

  A few people got up and were going to see Qin Yin. The Taoist chief added, "Feng Que Lei Bing has left, so don't worry."

  Wind?

  Oh, this is talking to myself.

  Xiaolan agreed vaguely, not catching what she said too clearly.

   "Wow...squeak——"

   Xiaolan opened the door, and several people walked into the girl’s room.

"Eh?"

When    turned around to close the door, Xiaolan heard a familiar voice from the bed.

   "You are awake!" the fool shouted in surprise.

   "Damn, where is this?" Qin Yin hugged the quilt and looked around with a surprised expression, "Where is Bassell? Where is Sheget?"

   "The matter is resolved," the Taoist chief sat down by the bed, "Bathell is dead."

   "Wow..." Qin Yin's eyes lit up suddenly, "Too great, where is the king god? He is dead too? Wow, I didn't see the king god, so your efficiency is too high..."

  The few people looked at each other, and after hesitating for a long time, the Taoist leader opened their mouths.

   "Small Yin, listen to me," the Dominator paused, "Pineapple and maple syrup... gone."

  Qin Yin's eyes were filled with confusion.

   "Pineapple? Maple syrup? What is that? Is it a human?"

  (End of this chapter)