Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 437 Black Hole

  Xiaolan and Wenling look at each other.

   "I'm back." Xiao Lan said awe-inspiringly.

   "My dear, come here," the man waved to the two of them, "I will draw you pictures."

  Wen Ling was also in the circle, and the two of them had an expression of "Look at how you plan to dance", and walked around the corner to the position pointed by the man.

   "Yes, just like that, holding the bouquet of roses," the man commanded with a vigorous spirit, and he held a pen in his other hand, "Honey, that is the flower I bought for you. Look at this flower..."

  The man’s smile froze sharply, he was dumbfounded, but his smile gradually disappeared.

  "My dear, will you stop looking at the baby?" His voice instantly fell indifferent, "Look at me and see the flowers I bought you, okay?"

  The man's eyes gradually became cold.

  But Xiaolan thought it was okay, probably because the man was staring at Wenling instead of her.

   "Look at my painting, okay?"

  The man uttered these words at once, and Xiaolan personally saw Wen Ling's bare arms bulging with goose bumps.

  The two looked at his painting.

  What is this painting?

  In the middle of a red line, a few gray-white lumps are faintly visible.

   "My dear, you don't like my paintings, do you?" The man's voice and eyes were the same cold.

  This thing can no longer be measured by likes or dislikes.

  This thing seems to be visual pollution at the first glance.

"Before, you liked my paintings very much," the man sneered and shook his head, "Do you know why my paintings are now like this?...It's all because of you, dear, since I have... This little thing in here, your sight, are all on her, me? What about me?! Didn't you say that you would help me out, heal my illness, and help me become the best painter? You? What did you do? What are you doing now?!..."

  The two were speechless, and they didn't know what to reply for a while, but fortunately, they didn't seem to need any reply.

   "Isn’t I the most important thing? I’m the... the only one... who should appear in your eyes, right?"

  This is a story of a paranoid patient being overcome by the need of strong love.

   Xiaolan looked at the man’s crazy eyes, although he felt hateful, but there was a trace of pity.

  If one day, Daochang, Sister Xiaoyin, Jasmine...the eyes of the friends are no longer on themselves, they leave themselves and run to like other people, what will they become?

  Return to the lonely self in the beginning?

  I dare not think, I can hardly think.

  Xiaolan shook his head, and lightly cupped his arms.

  Recently, I seem to think of this kind of thing frequently. It seems that the pain of losing pineapple and maple syrup is just the appearance of leaving, but the fear is left forever.

   "Whhhh!——"

  The sharp sound of tearing paper awakened Xiaolan who was wandering.

  Wen Ling grabbed Xiaolan by the sleeve.

  The man pulled the drawing paper on the easel and tore it in half, "It's meaningless, it's meaningless..."

"boom!"

  The man slammed the easel standing in front of him with a punch. The log easel fell to the ground. The man kicked angrily with his red eyes. The easel and drawing paper were scattered on the ground and turned into fragments.

   Xiaolan's back straightened.

  The plot is over, and it seems that it’s finally time to fight.

   "Don't be afraid, we have two people, can't we still beat him?" Xiaolan patted the back of Ling's hand.

As soon as the voice fell, a black-gray mist rose from under the man’s feet. Behind the man, a fuzzy human figure gradually gathered. The figure was tall and slender, with its head reaching the roof, with its hands on the man’s shoulders, as if looking down. Ask Ling and Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan felt that the package she was carrying seemed to twitch abruptly.

"This……"

  Wen Ling's face changed completely.

  "What is this?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.

  Wen Ling first pulled Xiaolan, who had already opened his posture, to flash aside, and the slowly moving man and the black shadow behind him also turned their directions at the same time.

After moving to the corner, asked Ling to press Xiaolan's fist, "Black hole!"

   "Black hole?" Xiaolan glanced at the man who was approaching, "What do you mean?"

  Wen Ling squatted down suddenly, knocked his head, and then stood up quickly with an anxious expression, "absorb!"

   "Like a black hole, it will absorb?" Xiao Lan narrowed his eyes, "Who absorbs? What does it absorb?"

  Because Wenling couldn't answer Xiaolan's overly complicated question at the same time, she could only turn her face flushed, and then tried to squat down and beat her head again.

The man’s limbs have shown an unnatural twisting angle, two lines of turbid liquid swimming out of his eye sockets, he slowly moved up and down, holding his hands in front of them and approaching them, the man’s expression was grim and painful. But there seemed to be a hint of irony on the face of the dark shadow behind him.

   Xiaolan guarded Wenling behind him, and the two of them backed up to dodge, Xiaolan easily touched a chair that could be moved.

   Then she picked up the chair and threw it at the man.

  The chair hit the man's shoulder heavily, rolled a circle on top of his head, fell behind him, passed through the dark shadow, and smashed to the ground.

  The first thing to exclude is the chair that is absorbed.

   "What the **** is it?" Xiaolan kept throwing things at the man, "Wen Ling, if there is nothing wrong with me..."

   "No!" Wen Ling clasped Xiaolan's hand tightly, "Ling!"

   "Ling?" Xiaolan put down her palm consciously, "Can he absorb human psychic energy?"

  Wen Ling stared and nodded.

  Is there really power to do this kind of thing?

  More importantly, if the psionic energy is sucked away, where does the lost psychic energy go?

  Too late to think about these complicated issues, the man and his shadow are less than five meters away from them.

  Four meters.

  Three meters...

  Can’t use psionics, and tools are useless...

  Is it the only thing?

   Xiaolan took a lunge out, rounded her arms, and drew towards the man's face vigorously.

   "Pop!" The voice was crisp.

  The man's body slackened for a while, but soon he was in the same state as he was just now.

"Wen Ling, can’t go on like this," Xiaolan retreated, "Listen to me, let’s do an experiment first, wait a moment when I walk on the left and you walk on the right, and see who they are going to catch, so that we can probably Guess its purpose."

  Wen Ling also nodded.

  The two ran a few steps again, the timing was right, one left and the other right, and jumped directly away.

  Look at what you want...

   Xiaolan turned her head, but almost got stuck in her chest.

  There is something behind me.

   but not that man.

  The man and his dark shadow, separated.

  The man was standing in front of Wen Ling at the moment, bearing the mess of debris thrown by Wen Ling in his hands.

  And the dark shadow is behind him.

   Xiaolan ran.

"what!"

  The soles of her feet slipped, and Xiaolan's eyes turned around instantly.

  She stepped on...a shattered chair back.

   is the chair I threw in the first place.

  Xiaolan sat down on the ground, with her arms on the ground, intending to get up, but an icy feeling from the inside out instantly surrounded her.

   Xiaolan saw that the overwhelming darkness spread from behind her.

   "Xiaolan!——"

   asked Lingpoyin's hiss.

  I can't see anything.

  　 Ah, I finally finished moving. I was so tired that I lost half of my life. When I looked back, I hadn't updated it for nearly a week. I deserved to die. I must write well next! ○|￣|_

  (End of this chapter)