Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 384

  Brother...

Come back home……

  I heard it again.

  Invisible, the surroundings are empty.

   Xiaolan felt as if she was floating in a dark place.

  Brother...

  Brother...

  The tender voice came from far away with a cry.

  The voice surrounded herself, Xiaolan couldn't tell where it came from.

  I can't even feel my body.

In the few seconds before the coma, except for Qin Yin's face, what did he see?

  Broken, overlapping pictures, like countless stories in memory, entangled into messy colors, all rushing to themselves.

  Whose story is it?

  Brother...

   is Wan Sheng, is it calling Zhao Baihuan?

  In an instant, a light spot struck Xiaolan, and it passed through her eyes in a blink of an eye, if she still had a body here.

  Like a shooting star.

  Brother...brother...brother...

   "I want to go home!" A shrill shout suddenly sounded from behind.

   Xiaolan couldn't turn her head, she could only listen.

  Another shooting star passed through the eyes and disappeared.

   "Brother! How can..."

  This voice seems to be different from just now.

   but a little familiar.

  The third meteor.

  Wheezing.

  Long, violent gasps.

   "I am not your brother!"

   Xiaolan's chest stagnated.

  All sounds stopped abruptly.

  Some power is taking oneself away from here.

  Gradually, Xiaolan could hear her heartbeat.

  Plop, plop, plop...

   has gravity, as well as the sense of touch and existence.

After   ...

   "Xiaolan!"

   "Wake up!" The voice broke with happiness, "Xiaolan is awake! Cough cough...cough..."

   Xiaolan panted roughly, and opened his eyes in Qin Yin's warm arms.

  The companions gathered around him, Baomu was coughing, the cry that broke the sound just now came from him.

   "What's wrong with you?" Jasmine held her hand tightly.

  Xiaolan opened her mouth, trembling words and gasping were mixed together.

   "Zhao Baihuan!"

   "Zhao Baihuan?" Qin Yin's voice sounded above his head, "What happened to Zhao Baihuan?"

   "I...I heard Zhao Baihuan's voice," Xiaolan sat up with the help of the fool, "he said, I am not your brother."

"He has a reaction! He has a reaction!" Behind the close encirclement of his companions, a hoarse scream suddenly sounded, "He has appeared! He has come again! You are not the mysterious... Look! He shows up again!..."

  At this time, Xiaolan had already taken the water that Jasmine handed over. After taking a few sips, she felt better. The crowd dispersed. Xiaolan saw the two people sitting at the dining table.

  One of them was Bobo. She looked at the person who grabbed her shoulders and shook desperately with a horrified face. Bobo's carefully matched headgear slipped to her chin, and her hands were blocked in front of the person, as if trying to stop him.

Opposite her was a young boy whose bangs had already covered his eyes. The boy was dressed in gray and white cotton pajamas. He couldn't tell his age from his haggard and manic face. This harsh scream was from him. From his throat.

  "They...they are people...mysterious...mysterious..." Bobo was incoherent, "I'm not...helping...I'm just..."

  The boy stopped his hand immediately, turned his upper body like a hunting snake, and looked at them.

   "Have you seen it?" In a gloomy tone.

  The chief Taoist looked around and asked, "What do you see?"

   "You must have brought him from the underground," the boy hugged his head, crying in pain, "He finally knows where I live, he finally came to me, I'm going to die..."

  Luo Jiutian stepped forward, squatted down, and patted the boy’s knee, "Boy, what do you see? I am Luo family, I will help you."

  "Mystery? The Luo family?" Although he couldn't see the boy's eyes clearly, Xiaolan clearly felt that the eyes under the bangs were a little brighter.

  Luo Jiutian nodded, and waved his other hand in their direction, "We are all here to help you, just tell us everything."

   Jasmine showed a faint smile of approval, and stood up with her left arm propped up.

"Do not be afraid."

   "But you are the people of the mystery, don't you hear it?" The boy's face changed again, "He is shouting, outside my door, like he does every day..."

   "Calm down," Luo Jiutian tried to mobilize all the affinity and reliability of him, "A little bit, who is yelling? What is yelling? When did it start?"

  Xiaolan and Qin Yin also sat upright on the sofa, and everyone's eyes focused on the boy.

  The Taoist chief quietly turned his head and asked Xiaolan softly, "Did you hear what he said?"

   Xiaolan shook his head, and then said, "But when I was unconscious, I heard the little boy's voice."

  Dao Chang made a gesture to show that he would go back and talk in detail, and the two of them returned their attention to the boy.

"It's... that ghost," the boy's body trembled uncontrollably, "After I came back from Baxian Village, after I saw the ghost in Baxian Village, he had entangled me, and he wanted me to go with him, but I...I haven't seen him..."

   "You can't see him, you can only hear his voice?" Jasmine concluded.

  The boy's movements freeze for a few seconds, but they understand that it should be him thinking.

   Then, he nodded.

   "Where does the sound sound from?"

  The boy raised his knees alertly, and looked around uneasyly.

   "It's just... nearby," he made a half-circle with his fingers nervously, "Sometimes outside the door, sometimes below, sometimes... just next to my ear."

  "Is it the voice of a little boy?" Xiaolan asked suddenly.

  The boy's hands on his knees loosened slightly, "Can you hear too?"

   "I don't know if they are the same person," Xiaolan continued, "It's a little boy calling his brother, saying he wants to go home?"

The boy poked his head forward, "Go home? No... He didn't say about going home, he said he was below, let me save him, let me find someone to save him, let me find someone to help them... …"

  "They?" Luo Jiutian grasped the point, "More than one person?"

"He asked me to save him, save them," the boy covered his ears, "I can hear it every day, but I can't hide it. They are below, I dare not go below, below... he is below... "

   Xiaolan clutched her wrist for a moment.

   Isn’t this boy the same thing that he saw?

  But why did I feel the shock here just now?

  I heard the voices of three people.

   them.

  Should not...

  "Will they refer to Zhao Baihuan and the others," Xiaolan said, "They are below, and they have to be rescued. Are Zhao Baihuan and the others in danger?"

  (End of this chapter)