Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 357 Basement

Wenya's mother's voice paused for a few seconds.

  When they all thought the plot was over, the voice came up again.

  There was some crying in the words this time.

   "Wenya, take mom's doll and go to the last place."

  Xiaolan looked at the doll in Wenxueming's hands.

  This is the last doll the grandmother sold to them.

  This should be the last word my mother said to Wenya.

  Everyone looked at Xiaolan.

Xiaolan was speechless, walked silently to the bed, reached out and grabbed the doll in the mummy's arms.

  The force of pulling brought up the hand of the mummy, and the fingertips of the mummy and withered branches lightly passed the palm of Xiaolan's palm, which was numb and cold.

   "Dangling...Dangling..." The sound of the organs.

  The last door actually opened on the floor.

  A square trapdoor slowly lifted, and a large black hole appeared on the floor.

  There is light in the hole, orange-red.

  A wooden ladder leads down.

   Before entering the basement after her companion, Xiaolan turned her head and glanced at the body of Wen Ming.

  He was motionless, alone.

   "Xiaolan?" Qin Yin called her back.

"Hey."

   Xiaolan used both hands and feet, and quickly crawled in.

  Qin Yin fell to the ground and quickly raised the candle light and looked around, but slammed into the arm of the Taoist leader.

  Tao leader turned his back to them, and looked forward steadily.

   "Dao Master? Are you..."

   "Gosh..."

"this is……"

  The basement is very spacious. They stood on the edge and looked at the scene in the middle.

  The orange-red light comes from a circle of candles standing on the ground. The candles are burning and the flames are shaking slightly.

  In the middle of the candle, there is a circular raised area. The ground seems to be outlined in a certain pattern, making it difficult to see.

  On the raised ground, there is a person sitting cross-legged.

  Xiaolan's heart beat violently.

Who is the one?

  The person turned his back to them, and a piece of pink gingham cloth covered her head, spreading from behind her, and spreading straight to the ground.

  Qin Yin walked around to the person's side.

   "It's a child." She looked up at her companion.

   Xiaolan walked over.

  The black hair was braided into two braids, his eyes were closed, his lips were pressed, and his face was pale. The man put his hands around his chest, as if embracing something.

  She is also wearing a white skirt that has turned yellow.

  "It's a girl..." Jasmine's voice trembled, "This...is Wen Mengli..."

   "Wen Mengli is dead in the closet," Dao Chang said stiffly, "Shenwa and Wen Mengli changed their bodies. The dead person in the closet is Wen Mengli."

   "Then this is..."

  Qin Yin hugged Xiaolan's shoulder tightly.

  No one speaks anymore.

   Xiaolan half-opened her mouth, staring at the corpse in a daze.

  No way.

   Mingming...

   "Choo! Choo! Choo!...... Wow... Boom——"

  There was some noise from above.

   "What's the matter?" Jasmine raised her head.

  The fool took a few steps and stood on the ladder and looked up.

   "Damn!" He shrank his neck, "All things life and the army of literature are coming in!"

  The messy footsteps are approaching.

   "Close the door!" Qiao Nian shouted.

  The idiot leaned out half of his body, grabbed the door panel, and closed it firmly.

   "Beep!——"

  A piece of iron rod stuck in the crack of the door.

  The fool did not eat this set, grabbed the iron rod with one hand, and violently pulled it, instantly grabbing the weapon of the Literary Army.

   is fine.

"boom!"

  There happened to be a latch inside the door, and the fool drew it on.

  The two were outside the door, and they slammed the door.

  Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Fortunately, we fools are vigorous," Qin Yin touched Xiaolan's hair. "Those two are really bad guys. One is dead and the other is crazy or do not know how to repent, really...ah!"

  Qin Yin’s scream produced several times the effect in this enclosed space.

  Especially Xiaolan, who was closest to her, was shocked instantly.

  But soon, they knew the reason for this scream.

  When their attention was drawn away by the intruder outside the door, at some point, a figure appeared in the corner of the room.

  The figure didn't say a word, his messy long hair was scattered around his waist, and his face was hidden behind the hair.

  A red shirt, already in tatters.

  And, when you look closely, the woman's limbs are twisted abnormally, and her body seems to be trembling slightly.

  Qiao Nian and Jasmine’s hands were held together.

  The fool was very entangled and regretted closing the door.

  The woman moved.

  Baomu rushed behind the Taoist master in one step.

  Xiaolan seems to know.

  The woman raised her head, revealing her face behind her black hair.

  A beautiful face stained with blood.

   is Wenya’s mother.

   "Wenya," the woman smiled sadly, "Mom is gone too..."

  They are all aware of this-since the Literary Army has appeared here, it means that he has already put Wenya's mother...

   "Mom came to see you for the last time."

  Qin Yin's hand was placed on Xiaolan's shoulder, she felt Xiaolan's trembling, so she looked down.

  On the child’s face, there is no fear, only sorrow.

   "Mom," Xiaolan took a step forward, "I... Am I dead too?"

  She pointed to the corpse.

   "This is me."

Wenya’s mother didn’t speak for a long time, and for a long time, she smiled and shook her head, “Wenya, mother can’t say, put God Baby... put God Baby in this child’s arms, God Baby will tell you the answer, Mom can’t say what……"

  Wenya’s mother walked back as she spoke.

   "Mom!"

   Xiaolan was caught by Qin Yin.

   "Xiaolan, that's Wenya's mother," Qin Yin hugged her hard, "You are a divine baby, have you forgotten?"

  Wenya's mother's figure disappeared into the darkness.

   Xiaolan lowered her head and stared at the doll in her hand.

   "She said let us put the **** baby in the arms of this corpse," Jasmine said softly, "Xiaolan, you can put the baby down and take a look."

   Xiao Lan nodded heavily, turned around and placed the baby in the arms of the corpse.

   But nothing happens.

  The doll sits upright in the arms of the corpse, her blue eyes gleaming with the twinkling candles.

Dao long stepped into the circle surrounded by candles, after thinking about it, he placed the two dolls in his hands beside the corpse at the same time.

   "I think-in the last room, the broadcast asked us to take away Wenya's mother's **** baby. This should have a purpose."

   "Then do we have to gather all the dolls together?" The fool handed his doll to the Taoist chief and let him put it at the feet of the corpse.

  Others followed suit.

  Added Wenya's mother's dolls, a total of seven dolls, neatly guarding the corpse.

  Wenya's doll in the arms of the corpse still sits quietly in her arms.

   "Isn't that the case?..."

   Dao Master muttered, approaching the corpse and re-adjusting the position of the doll. When his eyes touched the corpse's face at close range, the Dao Master was taken aback.

   Immediately, a gleam of light appeared under his eyes.

  The leader raised his hand and stretched it straight to the head of the corpse.

   "What are you going to do, Master?——"

  The thick cotton cloth was pulled down.

  Falling along with it, and the dark hair fixed on the cotton cloth.

  (End of this chapter)