Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 444 Fake Rules

  A voice came from far away.

  Xiaolan’s world began to go backwards wildly, and the two words got farther and farther, farther and farther, until the surroundings became bright.

"what!--"

  Someone is screaming.

   Xiaolan sat up from the bed tumultuously, Ai Luo's arm still hanging on her body.

  The sky was slightly bright, and another night passed.

"what!--"

  The scream came from the kitchen.

   "Wake up!"

   Xiaolan shook Ai Luo's shoulders, and when she saw her regaining consciousness, she jumped out of the bed and ran to Sister Mei’s bed barefoot.

   "Sister Mei wake up! Something happened!"

  Sister Mei woke up almost instantly, "What's the matter?"

   "Ah!—" The third scream sounded at the right time.

  The three rushed to the kitchen in a hurry. Xiaolan took two steps to the sofa, only to find that the glasses and Siman who should have appeared were not there.

"what!--"

  This is the scream of a woman.

Oh no.

  Sister Mei ran to the door of the boys’ bedroom, saw that the door was actually closed, and kicked the door open.

  Xiaolan took Ai Luo towards the kitchen.

At the corner of   , there was a back figure shrunk into a ball, leaning against the wall.

   Against the light, the back trembled violently.

   "Yeah!" The sound of metal landing.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhqh

  The two ran over a few steps.

  This figure is Siman. Siman is holding his knees tightly, curled up into a ball, screaming hoarse from time to time between his chapped lips.

   "Siman?"

   Xiaolan looked at the direction where the tearful eyes were locked.

  At the table, with glasses facing them, kneeling on the ground, in front of him, is sitting paralyzed... Dong Ming?

  A fruit knife stained with blood fell on the right hand side of the glasses.

"This……"

   Xiaolan was dumbfounded.

  Dongming's eyes were almost closed, only his breath could not be seen in his mouth, the blood on his lips quickly disappeared, and a stream of blood slowly flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

  His body was soaked with blood.

  The lake-blue shirt was covered with wounds that penetrated the cloth from the chest to the abdomen. Blood was bleeding from each wound. After a while, the shirt was dyed reddish brown.

  The glasses of the glasses were crooked on the bridge of the nose, and the big eyes stared hollowly.

  Ayluo didn't scream this time, but squatted next to the collapsed Siman and covered her eyes in a loss.

  Mei sister and Fan Wenrui arrived soon, and they watched this scene with Xiaolan in shock.

   "Eyes... glasses?" Fan Wenrui gaped.

  The glasses slowly turned his head, with blood on his face, looking at them.

   "What did you do?" Sister Mei's voice was also a little trembling.

  The glasses turned his head back inch by inch, and pointed at Dong Ming's body that was no longer moving, "He wants to kill Siman."

  Hearing his name, Siman screamed again in despair.

   "Siman?" Xiaolan looked at the girl struggling in Ai Luo's arms, "What's the matter?"

   "Su, he must have killed him, the next...the next one is Siman." The glasses shook his head and muttered.

   "You said Dongming killed Miss Su?" Fan Wenrui asked incredulously.

  "This is the rule here...According to the order of the names, he killed Su first, after Su is Siman, the next one is..."

  Name order?

  Xiaohong—Fan Wenrui—Sister Mei—Feng Jing—Ailao—Lao Liu—Glasses—Dongming—Su—Siman

  According to what he said, the task of the previous person is to kill the next person. After the killing, kill the next one?

  "Who told you the rules?" Sister Mei asked sharply.

"Yes...Feng Jing," Siman finally stopped screaming, crying, "He knows the rules, he knew it at the last level, he let us use the pen first... kill the people in front of us, Again...and again..."

   "Last level?"

   "Yes, that's right," Feng Jing's voice sounded from behind everyone, "I was separated with him in the last level. Otherwise, based on his IQ, how could he get out of the secret room alive, huh."

  Feng Jing put on his coat, held his arms, and walked towards them step by step.

  "What are the rules here? Is it really the one you said?" Sister Mei clenched her fists, a little murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

"Sister Mei, Sister Mei, he can believe these words, can you believe it?" Feng Jing raised his brows with a frivolous expression, "The list is for order, not for cycles. If this rule is true, that little girl , Isn't it invincible."

  Speaking of this, he leaned over slightly and looked at Xiaolan with a light tone.

   Xiaolan resisted the urge to punch him at the bridge of his nose, gritted his teeth and asked, "So you have been using them?"

  Siman and the glasses also heard these words, and they are both extremely silent now.

   "Oh, what can I do?" He stretched out his right hand and tried to stroke Xiaolan's cheek, "I am not like this, will you be obedient?"

   Disgusting!

  Just as Xiaolan was about to spit at him and then quickly drew away, a well-knotted hand clasped Feng Jing's wrist tightly.

  "Remove your dirty hands," Fan Wenrui grasped Feng Jing's wrist and pushed Feng Jing with a strong push. "If you still want to live, be honest."

  Feng Jingyang sat on the ground, twisting his wrist, "Okay, boy, a little bit of strength, no wonder..."

   Before he finished speaking, the spectacles not far from him suddenly picked up the knife on the ground between the flashing lights, and rushed towards Feng Jing with a roar.

"I will kill you!--"

   Seeing the face where the knife was close to Feng Jing, Sister Mei reacted the most quickly. She threw herself on her body and directly pressed the frail glasses to the ground.

Sister Mei controlled the right hand of the glasses holding the knife with one hand, and pushed the face of the glasses to the ground with one hand. Only a small sound of glass shattering was heard, the lens was broken, and his whole body seemed to have been taken out of all strength, lying limply. On the ground, weeping.

   "Glasses! ——" Siman called her boyfriend's name, and cried out as well.

  The two people's sorrowful cry echoed in this small kitchen.

   "When you first came, you were whispering to them, telling them the false rules." Xiaolan asked Feng Jing a little bit angrily.

Feng Jing patted the dust on his body, and stood up without a smile, "Or...Are you telling him about the past? Originally I thought he was alone, but I didn't expect that his little girlfriend would also be included. In the same group, at first... I thought it would be difficult to do it, ha ha, as soon as I saw this sort of order, ha ha ha, it turned out to be easier..."

   "What are the real rules?" Fan Wenrui was no longer gentle, and asked directly.

"The rest are the smartest, do I need to tell you the rules?" Feng Jing glanced at his glasses with a smile, and walked to the bedroom, "Besides, even if I say it, will you believe it? "

  The instigator rested coolly, leaving a place in embarrassment.

  Xiaolan looked at the glasses and Siman who were holding each other and crying, but her head hurts.

  (End of this chapter)