Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 341 Unexpected doll

  Dao Master did not speak, and when the red light came on again, he picked up his doll and looked at the soles of its feet.

  "Whose is it?" Jasmine grabbed the wall nervously.

  The light goes down.

  The light is on.

   Daochang stretched out his hand to grasp the doll, "It's Wenya's doll."

   Xiaolan's shoulders stiffened with his back facing the Taoist leader.

  What about this...expected despair?

   "How is it possible!" During the broadcast, the woman screamed suddenly, "How is it possible!—"

  At the same time, the red light in the room was bright, and the light did not disappear anymore, and the blood-like light was spilled on everyone.

  Under the shining of the red light, the expressions on the faces of the dolls seemed to become savage.

  On the radio, a woman gasped in anger and unwillingness.

  The wheezing becomes lower.

  "Master of All Things Life once said that this doll is not a bad thing, but...but the blessing of the literary family from heaven, right..."

   "In that case, then... let Wenya keep this doll..."

   "Grandma, these dolls are made by you yourself, go... you go to Wenya."

  The woman seems to be talking to herself, but they know that the woman is talking to them.

Dao Chang and Qin Yin looked at each other. Qin Yin finally moved away from the corner of the wall, walked over, and grabbed Wenya's baby in his hand.

  Although bathed in the red light, the doll’s smile is still like an angel, with curly black hair lying on her cheeks, and on the sole of her right foot, the word "Wenya" embroidered with black thread.

   Xiaolan heard Qin Yin's footsteps.

  She is approaching.

   "Come on, Xiaolan, take it, it looks pretty."

   Xiaolan turned her head abruptly, and just hit the baby's face.

  The blue glass eyes glowed strange colors under the red light.

  After that, Xiaolan's sight began to drop.

  Go down, go down.

   "Huh? What happened to Xiaolan? Xiaolan?!"

   "It's okay," Xiaolan on the ground waved her hand, "It feels much better to squat on the ground, Sister Xiaoyin, give me the baby."

  Xiaolan crouched beside the chair with her knees in her hands, stretched out one hand and quickly took the doll, raised her face, and made a strong smile.

   "It's good for me to squat."

"Hehehe...hehehehe..." There was a crisp laughter from a child on the radio, "Grandma, is this the doll for me? It's so cute...oh, mom, it was just given to me by you That doll looks like it!"

  "This...this is the doll..."

"Great, great, I thought the doll slipped away from my hand. Just now, when I blinked, the doll disappeared. Hehehehe, now I am back with Wenya again, wow, it still has the soles of its feet. Words, is this its name?"

   "Silly boy, this is your name," the woman was relieved, and said helplessly, "This is your doll, and that is the name of its owner."

   "No! No! What appeared on it was its name. It was also called Wenya. It was the same name as me. We were all called Wenya. How wonderful, hehe..."

   "Okay...well, what Wenya said it was called, what would it be called? This is Wenya's doll, and it is also our Wenya doll, as long as this is all you need..."

   "Wenya, you must take your baby with you in the future."

   "Hmm!" The child's voice slowly drifted away, "Wen Ya will always be with Wen Ya."

  The light in the room turns back to white.

  There was a sound of beating tables and chairs.

   "Mengli, what's wrong with Mengli?" the woman coaxed.

  Wandering Qiao Nian excitedly, and raised his ears expectantly.

  The first half was too unparticipated, and I almost fell asleep after paddling.

   "Mengli also wants her own doll..." The woman was thinking, "This...this...grandmother, otherwise you..."

  The woman lowered the volume and seemed to be whispering. After a long time, she re-amplified her volume and said, "Mengli... also has her own doll, in Mengli's room."

  Mengli’s room?

   Xiaolan squatted, looking left and right.

  Is it time to enter the next room?

  The ground between the three chairs suddenly rumblingly moved, Qiao Nian and Baomu quickly lifted their feet, and Xiaolan also crept behind the chairs with the doll.

  On the ground, a narrow black hole was exposed.

  "My room is under the ground?" Qiao Nian leaned forward and looked at the black hole with a face of disbelief.

   "Go, Mengli," the woman's voice came from a hypnotic faint, "Go, the baby, it's in your room..."

  Qiao Nian stood up from the chair, raised his head and gave Jasmine a firm look. Without saying a word, he stepped in.

  Masano is also a hero.

   Xiaolan stroked the doll's hair vigorously, fortunately not herself.

   Jasmine was a little nervous. She just wanted to get to the entrance of the cave and look down. With a thud, the ground closed and the black hole disappeared.

   "We came here to scare her," Qin Yin verbally comforted, "Maybe Qiao Nian remembered things in the King City."

   "Wow!—"

  Qiao Nian's scream rang out next door.

  Xiaolan closed her eyes and started chanting.

   "I'll be next door so soon," the fool knocked on the wall, "I guess the npc is waiting for her at the exit."

  "Hehehehehe..." There was another little girl's laughter on the radio, "Thank you auntie, I like this doll very much."

   "Just like it," the woman chuckled dryly, "Na Mengli, please open the door, dad, uncle, and aunt, all want to see your new doll."

   "Well—you can figure it out by yourself, hehehehe..."

   There was another burst of laughter, the broadcast was over, and it was time for the decryption link.

   "Why isn't Qiao Qiao moving anymore?" Jasmine lay on the wall.

   "It's okay," the fool moved the stool vigorously, but didn't move it. "If I get dizzy, I won't be scared anymore...Huh, aren't we here in vain?"

   "So quickly find clues to open the door, shut up you." Qin Yin waved the fool away.

"I found..." Xiaolan, who had been down for a long time, finally said slowly, "After I got the doll, Wenya's voice appeared on the radio. After Qiao Nian got the doll, Mengli's voice also appeared. In the broadcast, will it... as long as we all get our own dolls, our identities can all be returned to the broadcast, and then we can find out the truth."

   "But our doll is on the ground," Jasmine shook the doll in her hands, "We didn't get it at the beginning, but there was no voice from us on the radio."

   "Will that... not your real doll?" Qin Yinshen said mysteriously.

   "What do you mean? Fake doll?"

  Qin Yin nodded deeply.

   "Who gave this doll to us?" Jasmine held the doll's feet upside down, "Is... who is it?..."

  Qin Yin was taken aback, bowed his head and glanced at his card.

   "Uh...it seems to be me."

   Xiaolan looked at them and sniffed.

  There are others who blew themselves in this way?

  　Thank you for your reward()

  (End of this chapter)