Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 361 Happy Birthday

  Far away, the sound of all things struggling came into everyone's ears.

   "What is this?" Qin Yin frowned.

  Baomu walked to a wall following the sound and put his ear on the wall.

   "All things are born...that npc, it seems that there is still the voice of a leader."

   "Why can I hear their voices here?" Qiao Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

   "It's very simple," the fool shrugged, "because they are nearby, haven't you noticed it? Although we have been around for a long time, the room of Wenya's parents is actually next to the room where everything lives."

   Jasmine murmured, "Then...the two rooms, shouldn't they share the same basement..."

  Everyone was dumb.

  In the next second, Qin Yin's feet suddenly violently beat the wall.

  Qin Yin was taken aback, and after reacting, kicked angrily into that position.

   "It looks like she also knows that we are on her head." Jasmine looked down at her feet.

  At this moment, a rapid and sharp telephone ring rang suddenly.

  They noticed that behind the picture frame on the table, there was a dark old-fashioned landline phone, which was as old as a display, but at this time it jingled its presence.

   Xiaolan is the closest to the phone, and without hesitation, she grabs the receiver.

"Hey?…"

"I'm the Dao Master!" The Dao Master's hurried voice came through the earpiece, "Is it Xiaolan? I was locked into the dark room next to the basement by All Things Life, and found the body of Wenya's mother inside, her The wandering soul told me the solution..."

  Xiaolan greeted his companions to come over and listen together. The fool carried Hu Yuxin, and a group of people gathered their heads.

"Only Hu Yuxin can suppress the ghosts of all creatures. It is necessary to put Hu Yuxin and the dolls of all creatures in a coffin together. Here are the gods and the players who play the gods, that is, Baomu and Jasmine. , Jasmine and the corpse were placed in the coffin, closed the lid, and the others returned along the same path before they had a chance to escape. Hurry up, everything is going out soon. You...beep! Beep! Beep!..."

  The phone is disconnected.

  They tried to dial back, only to find that the buttons on the phone were stuck and couldn't be dialed at all.

   Xiaolan put down the phone and turned back.

  Baomu and Jasmine are both unlovable.

  The fool didn't know what to say, so he walked to the coffin and looked inside. It was empty.

  He first put Hu Yuxin's dummy body in it.

   Jasmine sighed.

   "Why don't I stay here to accompany you." Qiao Nian grabbed her hand.

   Jasmine shook her head, turned around resolutely, stepped into the coffin, paused for a few seconds, and lay flat.

   "At least there is a companion." She moved to the right, leaving a place for Baomu.

   Xiaolan ran to the coffin and looked at Jasmine worriedly.

"Okay, you go," Jasmine didn't look at her, but waved impatiently, "Bao Mu also hurry in, idiot, put the coffin lid on, you hurry up and save us, if this is still being caught I will never let you go if I am a ghost."

  Jasmine piled Hu Yuxin's body in the corner and shrank herself on the side of the coffin.

  Baomu was a little scared, and a little embarrassed, and lay down tightly against the wall of the coffin.

When the coffin lid was closed, Jasmine did not show her face either.

  But Xiaolan saw her hand shaking gently while holding the doll.

  The coffin lid is closed.

  The movement in the basement also stopped instantly.

  They glanced at the coffin one last time, and walked into the next room without saying a word.

  This is Wen Mengli’s room.

  However, the door from this room to the next room did not open.

   "Why did we come here at the time?" Qin Yin patted the wall where a door should exist.

  "Qiao Nian and I found your doll here, and passed it to you through the box. You took the **** baby and put the grandmother's town house baby in the four corners before the door appeared." Xiaolan blurted out.

   "Ah, that's it..." Qin Yin nodded in a sudden realization.

   "You have gone through the plot yourself," the fool rolled his eyes and pressed the wall. "People Xiaolan knows better than you who peeped at the screen."

  Qin Yin punched the fool hard.

   "Then what shall we do now?" Qiao Nian asked.

  "Where's the walkie-talkie?" Xiaolan looked at his companions.

  Four faces are stunned.

   "It's over," Qin Yin slapped his thigh, "I'm still there, I forgot to bring it."

  Xiaolan's mind showed the appearance of the debut leader sitting on the ground in the small black room using the walkie-talkie frantically to ask for help.

  The walkie-talkie is gone, and I don’t have enough brains.

How to do?

   "Ah!" Qiao Nian suddenly yelled, pointing behind their backs.

  The three of them turned green and turned back quickly.

  A woman's figure appeared at the door.

   Seeing that the visitor was an old woman with messy hair, Xiaolan thought that there was a problem with Jasmine and Baomu's suppression, and everything came out.

  But a closer look, this man's rickety posture and normal-colored skin turned out to be a grandmother!

   "Grandma?!" Xiaolan's eyes widened, and she shrank subconsciously, "You're not dead...Aren't you dragged away by all things?"

"Everything is a spirit bound by the earth. If it is far away from your Wenzhai, I can't stop me..." Grandma's voice is still so vicissitudes and kindness, "I am worried that Wenya, you can't find the way to leave, come here specially. Point and point..."

  These lines are obviously a little more blunt than just now, and they should be a new part of the scene.

  It seems that this is the plot that the central control saw that they had dropped the walkie-talkie in the basement, in order to provide clues, forcibly added the plot.

   "Thanks for your hard work..." Xiaolan bowed.

  Thanks for your hard work, I blame us for being too stupid.

   "This room is Miss Mengli's room," the grandmother said slowly, "If you want to go out, you have to fulfill Miss Mengli's wish and let her rest before you can open the door."

  Mengli’s wish?

  The fool turned his head and looked at Qiao Nian, "What are your wishes?"

  Qiao Nian shook his head blankly.

  Grandma sighed helplessly, "Your wish, isn't it written on your card?"

"Oh."

  Qiao Nian picked up his identity card.

  "Happy birthday." Qiao Nian said.

   "What do you mean?" Qin Yin blinked.

  Grandma has disappeared quietly.

As if thinking of something, Xiaolan ran to the table in two steps, opened the drawer, and took out a calendar from it.

   "Sure enough," she pointed to the calendar and said back, "Today is July 17th, Wen Mengli's death day."

  "How do you know..." Qiao Nian tilted his head.

  The fool clapped his hands, "It is a clue to the Literary Army. The Literary Army said that Wen Mengli had been dead for exactly two months on September 17, and today is July 17."

   "It turns out that your biggest wish is to let others wish you a happy birthday on the anniversary of death." Qin Yin smiled and patted Qiao Nian on the shoulder.

   "Come and let's try this first," the fool stood by the table, reaching out to Qiao Nian, "Let Dad take your hand and sing you happy birthday."

  Qiao Nian reluctantly went over and grabbed his hand.

   Xiaolan raised her eyebrows.

Isn't    really taking advantage of others?

   "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

  The fool's unpleasant singing echoed in the room.

  (End of this chapter)