Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 382 What are you planning?

"At this time you are still entangled with this," Jasmine glared at Luo Jiutian, and then turned to Bobo. "It seems that the problem is the door, because when we were playing, the door suddenly fell down and smashed. It's nine days."

   Qiao Nian added, "But we didn’t see the shadow of a child..."

   "So you don't believe me?" Bobo slanted his eyes and looked at them angrily.

   "Of course we don't mean that, but..."

   "We believe in you."

  The low and determined voice made the room quiet again.

"We believe what you said, and we also believe that you saw the boy." As soon as the Taoist said this, an inexplicable sense of stability permeated the entire space. The Taoist smiled gently and turned to point to Xiaolan, "because our people also I feel the problem lies nearby."

and many more.

  Is my own bludgeon just like this?

"Ok……"

"Yes……"

  The companions nodded one after another, proving to Bobo that Daochang’s words were correct.

   Xiaolan fidgeted, forced a smile, feeling that the sweat on his forehead was dripping off.

   "Did you feel it?" Bobo approached with interest, "What does it feel like? Do you... do you feel that way?"

How to do?

   "Well, I have." Xiaolan answered vaguely.

   "Then what then? What do you feel?"

"Uh... just in that place, there is a... a special feeling," Xiaolan raised his head and started to joke, "It's like... uh... it may not be very precise, but it must be in that scene. has a problem."

   "Why do you say that? What does it feel like? Is it cold? Or hot? It's like this on TV..." Bobo asked nonchalantly.

How to say?

How to edit   ?

  Headache.

   Xiaolan pretended to be thinking, looking up at the ceiling painfully at a 45-degree angle.

  How about pretending that you are allergic to seafood and fainted on the spot.

   "Oppression."

  Two heavy words squeezed out of Jasmine's mouth.

   Xiaolan immediately retracted her chin and looked at Jasmine.

"That's a sense of oppression," Jasmine's eyes were empty, as if recalling, "it is not a psychological oppression, but an oppression that can be felt by every organ and every cell in the body. The oppression in Baxian Village is not strong. But it does exist... Of course, everyone’s feelings may be different. I don’t know if they also feel that way."

   Seeing Taoist nodded, Xiaolan also said cheeky, "Yes, that's it, it's just... I can't describe it."

  Bobo looked at Xiaolan's eyes even more weird, even a little bit more...contempt?

   "Oh, this child is like this," Qin Yin said, "I don't like reading, and my expressive ability is a little bit worse."

   is really a good relief.

  Bobo finally turned away, and glanced at them back and forth, "How can you all see? What the **** do you do? Isn't it the kind of... a family that specializes in handling supernatural events?"

  It seems that the fact that they are a family has been deeply planted in Bobo’s brain.

  The Taoist leader was noncommittal, pretending to smile mysteriously, "So, if we trust you, you can also provide us with all the clues. If this matter is resolved, we will definitely return you."

  "Then can we participate in the investigation?" Popo blurted out, staring at the Taoist commander expectantly.

   "Of course." Daochang smiled politely and tilted his head slightly.

  Jasmine glanced at Dao Chang in surprise, and Dao Chang returned her a relieved look.

"Don't, then don't take me," Bobo's female companion curled her neck and curled her lips. "I can play games, if there is a ghost... then I'd better not participate, my mother will scold me. "

   "It's fine if you don't let your mother know," Bobo tugged at her arm, "How interesting, it's more exciting than playing games."

  Dao Master didn’t say anything, he was still laughing.

   is the gentle smile he usually puts on his face.

  When they first met the Taoist chief, they all thought that the Taoist chief was a well-mannered middle-aged handsome man because of this smile.

  I only found out after I got to know the Dao Master. The appearance of this expression generally means that the Dao Master is planning something unspeakable in his heart.

  So when they saw the Dao Chief’s smile again, they did not object to the Dao Chief’s approval of Bobo’s application for participation.

  Daochang knows in his heart, he must be holding back something bad.

   "Yeah, let's join in," Qin Yin leaned his elbow on the table, "it's not dangerous, usually there is no death."

   "I..." Bobo's female companion's face changed sullenly, and she picked up her small bag and got up, "I have something to do at home, thank you for the hospitality, I'm leaving now."

   "Hey, we haven't finished talking yet!" Bobo reached out to grab the corner of her clothes, but she flashed him, but didn't catch him, "Let's go together..."

   "I'm very anxious, Bobo, I'm leaving now, goodbye."

  After finishing, the door opened and closed, and the girl ran away without looking back.

   Bobo kicked the mat where his companion was sitting just now.

   "Not everyone is as courageous as Miss Popo," the Taoist complimented, "Let's go on to talk."

Bobo was quelled by flattery, excitement and curiosity re-occupied her brain, "Yes, then, then...that, I have to do something, although I don’t feel oppressed, but I can see ghosts. , It shows that I am somewhat capable. What do we do first, do you have a plan?"

The Daoist finally smiled, and put on a serious expression specially used to coax children, "There is a plan naturally. The first step is to find someone who claims to have seen you. Ghost boy."

   "Oh, yes, it makes sense..." Bobo nodded hurriedly.

  Eight people stared straight at her.

   "Why look at me like this?"

   "Bobo," Qin Yin blinked, "Then it depends on you."

"Ah I?"

   "Otherwise?" The fool shrugged, "We don't even know who he is."

  Bobo bit his lower lip, slowly took out the phone, stared at the screen and scratched.

   "I don't know who he is, but we have established a group. I can infer which profile picture is him, and then add him to a private chat."

  "Will it be alright to ask in the group?" Baomu said briskly.

   "No, my group usually has no people talking. If I suddenly ask such inexplicable questions, they will think I have been hacked."

  Young people’s ideas.

After choosing for a long time, Bobo finally chose a typical male avatar who is not a couple and started.

   "It is estimated that there will be a response later," Bobo raised his eyes from the phone, "How can I contact you?"

  Dao Chang waved his hand, "We have a group, now we can pull you in."

  "Do you also use mobile phones?" Bobo said in shock, "I thought it was all telepathy or something."

  Dao Chang smiled without talking.

  At this time, Bobo's phone, which had just locked the screen, lights up again.

  Bobo glanced at it.

   "He added me!"

  (End of this chapter)