Monument of Life and Death

  Is Chapter 422 over?

"how so?"

  The fool opened the door lightly and picked up the unconscious Taoist leader.

  Baomu's tears stopped, but his nosebleeds came out again, soaking the tissue that was blocking his nose in a short while.

Luo Jiutian stepped forward to explore the pulse of the long explorer, and stretched out his fingers to tap a few times around his body. Xiaolan knew that this was a method unique to the Luo family to stabilize the pulse. Seeing that Luo Jiutian's brows were slightly loosened, Xiaolan also did. Slightly relieved.

   "It's okay," Luo Jiutian retracted his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The Daoist master himself should have taken care of it. He is only overtired now, and he bleeds too much blood."

   Jasmine looked at the fool, "What's the matter? What is behind your door?"

  The fool told them about Zhao Qianle, and everyone realized that the scenes that the three saw were different.

"You saw Zhao Qianle, and Baomu saw Zhao Baihuan," Qin Yin took off his coat and put it on the Dao Master, and asked, "Who did the Dao Master see? Wan Sheng? Wan Sheng beat Dao Chang. Be like this?"

  What a creepy idea.

  The state of the Taoist leader is acceptable, but he really fainted, and the leader can only be picked up by the fool, and a group of people then walked out.

  In any case, everyone is here.

  The sky here is also getting bright.

  Everyone turned into the hall, and the courtyard outside the building had disappeared, replaced by a gray and black chaos.

  It seems that it is really over.

   Jasmine and Luo Jiutian walked out, disappearing into the chaos instantly.

   Xiaolan walked a few steps forward, suddenly remembering something, turned her head and ran back.

  "Xiaolan?" Qin Yin called her.

   "I'll go back and get Wansheng's paintings, Sister Xiaoyin, you go first!"

   Xiaolan said, hurried back to Wan Sheng's classroom, and looking out from the classroom, the sky's corner was gradually brightening.

  Wansheng’s paintings are on the table.

   Xiaolan grabbed a few pictures, closed his mouth and looked at it, and carefully put the painting in his arms.

  She pushed open the classroom door.

  Several children walked in with smiles, facing the light outside the window.

  They passed through Xiaolan's body and jumped onto their seats.

  In the corridor, the children were in groups in twos and threes, and the morning sun sprinkled on them, like angels.

  The teachers hold props and books, caress the children's heads, and walk into the classroom with them.

  Here is back to normal.

   Xiaolan went back to the first floor against the flow of people.

  In the chaos, a few children who come to school occasionally walk out, or parents with children and nervous faces.

  This should be the case here.

   Xiaolan couldn't help raising the corners of her lips. She hugged Wansheng's painting tightly and strode into the chaos with joy.

  A figure came out from her hand and walked towards the hall.

   Xiaolan's smile froze sharply.

that person.

  She looked back.

  A woman, leading a little girl, walked to the smiling sister at the front desk.

  That little girl.

  Xiaolan's heart began to beat violently.

  That little girl...

"Hey!"

  Screamed, Xiaolan was about to turn around and run back, but the right leg that stepped into the chaos seemed to pin her, unable to move.

"Hey!"

  No one can hear her.

  No one knows her existence.

"Hey!"

  The chaos began to shrink, Xiaolan felt a soft pulling force, and was dragging her body into the chaos by her right leg.

  No way!

   Xiaolan fluttered forward and fell to the ground, his left leg was also sucked away by the chaos, and the whole person quickly fell into this mud-like gray and black.

  They turned their backs to her, talking with the sister at the front desk.

   Xiaolan scratched the floor desperately, trying to prevent her sinking.

   can't stop it.

  There is nothing to do.

no solution anymore.

   Xiaolan opened her mouth and shouted.

   "Liao Yilan!"

  The little girl looked back abruptly.

   Xiaolan sank into the darkness.

  But she saw it.

  That is her.

  ***

   Xiaolan fell into a warm place.

   "Why is it so long?" The fool's voice was surprisingly soft, "Why are you crying? Xiaolan?"

   Xiaolan opened her eyes.

  I was being held firmly by the fool.

  They returned to the secret room scene in Baxian Village. The companions formed a semicircle, silently looking at the center...the burning blue flame.

  Zhao Baihuan knelt down beside him dejectedly. Zhao Qianle did not know when he arrived. He squatted beside his brother, and the two stared at the fire in a dream.

  It was a bright blue flame bursting with star sparks.

  Dao Master was framed by Bao Mu and Luo Jiutian, as if he had not yet woken up.

   Xiaolan understands.

  She patted the fool's arm, "Brother fool, let me down."

"never mind?"

   "I'm fine."

   Xiaolan stood still and fumbled a few times in his arms.

  Fortunately, Wan Sheng's paintings are still there.

  She gently walked to the side of Brother Zhao Baihuan, squatted down, and handed the painting to them.

  "This is painted by Wansheng."

  In the painting, it is the company and gathering that Wan Sheng wants.

  Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle silently looked at the sincere smiles of the three people in the painting.

  A big drop of tears fell on that smile, fainting the pen and ink from the ten thousand life dream.

"I'm sorry," Zhao Baihuan's voice was hoarse and feeble. "We have been lying to you from the beginning. We have deceived so many people, and we have also concealed the things that killed people. It is because of us that Wansheng has become like this. It's our fault..."

   "It's all over now." Jasmine concluded neatly.

  The two brothers looked at the extinguishing flame and nodded.

   "Yeah, this may be the best ending."

   "We should have done this a long time ago," Zhao Qianle helped her brother up, "If we cremated Wan Sheng's body in time, there would be nothing to do."

  Zhao Baihuan gave a long sigh, turned his head to look at them, and asked, "It won’t happen again, right?"

   Jasmine was taken aback for a moment, looked at each other with her companions, and replied, "All lives have already left, and nothing else should happen."

   "Dao Master, this is..."

   "Oh, the Taoist commander is injured, we will take him to the hospital," Luo Jiutian said, and began to walk outside, "It's not serious."

   "I'm so sorry, let's send him, and the medical expenses..."

   "No need," Luo Jiutian waved his hand, "This matter can be considered as a complete solution. We have other things, and we are leaving."

Although I don't know why Luo Jiutian is so anxious, the others have no objection. They walked out of the gate of Baxian Village tacitly, and after bidding farewell to the two brothers Zhao Baihuan, they squeezed into the elevator.

  As soon as the elevator door closed, Luo Jiutian opened his mouth.

   "I think this is not over yet."

   "How do you say?" Qin Yin asked hurriedly.

"I heard what Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle meant, it seems that there is something we don't know," Jasmine replied, "but they are also unstable now, I guess they can't ask anything. We have to wait for the Dao Master to wake up. Ask him what he went through."

   "Then shall we go directly to the hospital?"

   "You can't go to the hospital," Luo Jiutian explained, looking at everyone with strange eyes, "My father said, Dao elder brother has wonderful bones, if something goes wrong, just send him directly."

  How does it sound weird?

  But...It seems that I have never seen the Taoist see a doctor.

  Out of the building and seeing the sky, everyone drove two cars and set off directly to the mysterious bureau.

  (End of this chapter)