Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 418

  Baomu clung to the wall, moving inch by inch in the dark corridor.

  The smell of blood is everywhere.

But that's okay.

  Because the more exciting is yet to come.

  In the room in front, a crisp sound suddenly came out.

  Baomu subconsciously wanted to turn around and slipped away, but his reason stopped him and told him that the person you were looking for was there. Are you happy?

  Baomu raised the mop for self-defense and moved it to the back door.

  He closed his eyes and began to mobilize himself.

  Baomu, don’t be afraid. This is not the first time you have encountered this kind of thing. If you can’t even face this, how can you...

"boom!"

  The door was kicked open.

  Of course, it was not made by Baomu.

  Baomu looked at the blood-stained man blankly, and for a long time, he set up the mop.

   "You...what are you going to do?"

  Zhao Baihuan's dark face showed a sullen smile, and he lifted the hammer in his hand.

  He took a step forward.

   "I warn you that it is better not to mess with me!" Baomu took a step back, his mouth was very hard, "surrender! Or I will..."

   "Otherwise, what are you going to do?" Zhao Baihuan's voice was low and hoarse, he smiled slyly, and approached Baomu, "Do you want to kill me? Just use this?"

  He lowered his eyebrows and glanced contemptuously at the trembling mop stick.

   Baomu tried to calm down, he stopped backing up, straightened his chest, and put on a look of contempt.

"What's the matter? Do you think you can beat me with a hammer?" Baomu made his most arrogant voice so far, "Huh, tell you, even if I use a weapon worse than you, I can still subdue it." you!"

  Zhao Baihuan paused and snorted coldly, “Little Lamb, you don’t think you can run if you change your weapon, right?”

Little Lamb? !

   Vomit!

  Baomu is a bit nauseous, but he is ecstatic in his heart.

  "Why don't we exchange, try?" Baomu felt that this moment must be the highlight of his acting.

   "Do you think I am a fool?" Zhao Baihuan raised the hammer in his hand, "This kind of trick, heh, wait for you to die...Ah!..."

  Picked the mop stick, and slammed the other end to Zhao Baihuan’s hand holding the hammer. His joints ached and his palms were instantly paralyzed.

  The hammer fell to the ground with a clang.

Before Baomu had time to marvel at how he dared to make such a move, he waved the stick again and stabbed Zhao Baihuan in the stomach with one stick.

  Zhao Baihuan held his stomach and took two steps back.

"you!--"

  Baomu dropped the stick, took a big lunge, picked up the hammer, turned around and ran.

  I’m a mother, what did I just do...

  Heavy footsteps followed, Baomu gritted his teeth and ran as hard as he could.

  Fortunately, his usual combat effectiveness is weak, so he has developed a superior ability to escape.

   Baomu didn't dare to look back at all, and ran directly to the school gate in one breath.

  He gritted his teeth and rushed out the door.

  Look back.

  Zhao Baihuan, like a rooster with red eyes, pounced straight at him, and disappeared the moment he crossed the threshold.

  Baomu then slumped to the ground.

  Fortunately, Zhao Baihuan can't get out of this door.

  He probably has returned to the refresh point, which is the classroom where he first appeared.

  Baomu stood up panting, staring down at the hammer in his hand.

  If you are right, this hammer is the key to the next level.

  Baomu looked into the building with lingering fear and turned away.

  ***

  Zhao Qianle sat on the balcony with her hands on her knees and closed himself.

  The idiot was holding his knife, rope, and medicine bottle with a pile of fragments in his pocket, standing by and staring at him.

  But it’s not a way to go on like this.

"Or let me enlighten and enlighten you," the fool put his hand on the wall, and his upper body leaned toward Zhao Qianle. "Look at your young age. Is there anything you can't think of, or you can tell me about you." , The two of us are worse than anyone else."

  Zhao Qianle glanced at him and leaned against the window.

"Do you think I am really happy when you see me smiling," the idiot retracted his hand, hugged him, and looked far away, "have you ever thought about why you met me... In other words, Guess why I am obsessed with such things?"

  Zhao Qianle seemed to be interested, at least his eyes were not so desperate.

  The idiot continued, “I know your mother was abducted to Fengwu, and I also know that you lost your mother at a very young age, but to be honest...”

  The fool smiled slightly, "Compared with me, in fact... it's nothing."

  Zhao Qianle looked at the fool.

"are you joking?"

  "Do I need to make a joke about this kind of thing?" The fool spread his hand, "Well, you say one thing, I say one thing, we exchange, okay?"

  Zhao Qianle looked at the fool.

  The fool looked innocent, "Or I'll say it first."

  Zhao Qianle hesitated and nodded.

   "You don't have a father or a mother, nor do I," the fool was smiling, but his eyes trembled, "and I don't even have any brothers or sisters. Now, isn't it miserable."

   "Why?" Zhao Qianle asked unconsciously.

   "nono," the idiot gestured his index finger, "it's your turn."

  Zhao Qianle narrowed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, took a deep breath, raised his head and said, "I...I killed those little animals."

  The fool wanted to make progress gradually, but he didn't expect to come up with such a fierce material.

  "Isn't it the cruel personality of Zhao Baihuan that did it?"

  It was Zhao Qianle’s turn this time, shaking his head, "It's your turn."

  The idiot opened his mouth and said, "Well...I am the one who witnessed the death of my parents, my parents... died in an attack, and only I survived."

   was approaching, he added, "No one but me knows about this. Don't tell me."

  Zhao Qianle pursed his lips with a rare smile, "I have no chance to say it."

  The fool pretentiously patted Zhao Qianle on the shoulder, but it was precisely because he knew that the person in front of him could not reveal the secret, he chose to pour out his thoughts.

"It's your turn."

  Zhao Qianle laughed, "Wan Sheng, and Bai Huan, they have not done anything, I did everything."

  The fool was stunned.

  He straightened up and looked at Zhao Qianle coldly, "You killed that person."

   "It's not me," Zhao Baihuan was a little anxious, "I mean, the puppies, kittens, those animals are me...but I didn't kill that person."

  The fool stared at his eyes, and for a long while, his shoulders relaxed, "The death of ten thousand lives..."

  "It's not me either," Zhao Qianle lowered his head, "but I think... Wan Sheng may be caused by me, and it's all my fault."

   "So you think that when Wan lives and dies, it is his own personality that occupies his body?" the fool asked.

  Zhao Qianle nodded, "I can feel it."

  "Which personality did you feel was the one who acted the hand when you murdered?"

  Zhao Baihuan looked into the distance in confusion, "This is the strange thing. It was not me who did it, but at that time, I couldn't feel them anymore."

  (End of this chapter)