Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 452 Lang Yuerong

  "It's the purple-roofed hut?" Xiaolan pointed to the stilted building not far away.

   "Yes," Jasmine lowered his hood and looked around, "Be careful, the house of the patriarch's house is on the edge of the border between the east and the west of Moon Village. Don't be discovered by the Mai clan."

  Clan Chief Langhui lives on the tallest purple-roofed bamboo building in the village. The small building stands quietly on the edge of a low moat. There is no one around, and a bamboo ladder leads directly into the room.

  "Is there no way here?" Xiaolan walked ahead, and after climbing the bamboo ladder, she went straight into the living room.

   Seeing that no one had noticed the two men’s whereabouts, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief, "Maybe it is a characteristic of this kind of architecture, is there anyone in the house?"

  The living room is empty.

   "There is another layer above," Xiaolan found the small staircase behind the curtain, "Hey, this is the staircase..."

  The words were not finished yet, and there was a "boom" from the top of their heads.

  Xiaolan and Jasmine looked at each other.

  "Did you hear that?" Xiaolan asked.

  Jasmine nodded, raised her voice and shouted, "Patriarch Langhui? Is Chief Langhui you?"

  No one answered.

   Xiaolan raised her chin and fixedly looked at the roof beam above her head.

   "Would you like to go up and have a look?"

"good idea."

  The two hit it off and climbed quickly to the steep narrow stairs.

  At the end of the stairs is a square opening. This should be the entrance to the second floor. Out of courtesy, Xiaolan probed in and planned to say hello first.

   "Lang...Hey! What are you doing?!"

   "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Jasmine behind her eagerly grabbed Xiaolan's trousers.

   Xiaolan couldn't take care of it, and hurriedly crawled into the entrance of the cave, and ran to the middle of the second floor.

  A tall and narrow wooden stool fell by the entrance of the hole. Above the wooden stool, a young girl was hanging under the beam of the room. At this time, she was struggling desperately in midair with her hands tightly clasped with twine.

  The girl is wearing gorgeous local clothes, and her hair accessories are messed up by her own struggle.

   Xiaolan immediately jumped over and hugged the girl's feet.

  Jasmine finally climbed up, she ran two steps, and saw a sharp eyebrow knife cut from green bamboo on the dressing table beside her, raised her hand and pulled it out, waved out the knife, the blade rotated and flew towards the hemp rope.

  唰—

boom!

  The girl and Xiaolan fell to the ground together.

   Xiaolan's head hurt after the fall, and she didn't care about rubbing it twice, so she got up and looked at the girl.

  The girl had gorgeous makeup on her face, but she was blurred by tears oozing from the corner of her eyes. She covered her throat, coughing and crying.

  "Girl, who are you? Why are you doing this?" Xiao Lan crouched on the girl's side and asked.

  Jasmine had a panoramic view of everything on the second floor, lowered her head and looked at the girl Pear Blossom with rain, raised her eyebrows, and said nothing.

  The girl opened her mouth to talk, she just vomited the word "you", and then coughed again.

  Xiaolan and Jasmine patted the back and poured water. After a while, the tears in the girl's eyes finally stopped with her cough.

  "You...who are you?" The girl wiped away the tears from her face, looking uneasy.

   Xiaolan glanced at Jasmine, scratched her head and said, "Uh, we...we are Jin Xian."

   "Master Jin Xian?" The girl's eyes were rounded first, then her shoulders shook, her eyebrows trembled, and she was about to cry again, "Sure enough...this year's Lord Jin Xian is really..."

Xiaolan couldn't see the girl crying, so she took out all the things she could take out with a headache and wiped her tears. Jasmine stood calmly on the side and waited for the girl's mood to stabilize again before she said, "You are the daughter of the patriarch Lang Hui. ?"

  The girl grabbed the sleeve Xiaolan handed her, and glanced at Jasmine with tears, "My name is Lang Yuerong."

   Xiaolan listened to the conversation between the two, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked around.

  The furnishings on the second floor belong to the girl’s boudoir.

Since    is the daughter of the patriarch Langhui, it is not surprising that she would commit suicide at the patriarch’s house.

and many more! Still weird!

  "Why did you commit suicide?" Xiaolan asked her question again.

   "I..." Lang Yuerong choked again, buried her small face in her palm, and choked, "I don't want to be sent away."

   "Send away?"

   Xiaolan instantly understood what Lang Yuerong meant.

  "This...is this year the person Lang's decided to send away..."

  Lang Yuerong cried louder.

  "Then why are you committing suicide now? Didn't you just play a game?" Xiaolan temporarily changed "lost a game" to "play a game", which sounded much softer.

  Lang Yuerong’s black and bright eyes looked at Xiaolan through the tear screen and the gap between her fingers, "But the end is already..."

  When he heard this, Xiaolan was not happy.

"The two of us are just low-key, it doesn't mean that we are weak, especially girl you...Lang Yuerongha, in order to show your distrust of us, you actually plan to commit suicide before we lose? You are too sad, Where is Patriarch Lang Hui?"

  Lang Yuerong grievedly rubbed her neck, "My father is out."

   "Still dressed up to commit suicide," Jasmine snorted, "If we didn't stop you, think about it later when your dad comes back and sees your corpse. What does he think?"

  Lang Yuerong seemed to have thought of this problem too. After a few seconds of daze, tears filled her eyes again, "Maybe...maybe the same reaction when she left with her sister."

   Sister?

   "What sister?" Jasmine asked.

  Lang Yuerong flew Jasmine angrily, and replied slowly, “Sister, was sent three years ago, at my age... and this year, it’s my turn.”

   Xiaolan was a little surprised. She looked at Lang Yuerong and then at Jasmine. She didn't say anything for a long time.

  Dignified patriarch, both daughters actually have to...

   "Master Jin Xian, you stopped me today. In a few days, I will still be sent to a more terrifying place and die in another way."

   "Take ten thousand steps, if we really lose," Jasmine lowered her voice, "You are going to die now. Wouldn't you have to have other girls to replace you and fall into the unwarranted disaster?"

  Lang Yuerong's movements suddenly stopped.

  "You didn't really think of this, did you?" Xiao Lan answered.

  But from the expression of Lang Yuerong, she did think of this.

"I thought…"

   "That would only make Chief Lang Hui both sad and self-blaming." Jasmine said again.

  The two of them left and right, one sentence in the east, and the sentence in the west, finally made Lang Yuerong completely give up the idea of ​​committing suicide. The three finally sat together peacefully and talked about Jin Xianliang.

"Lang's has been losing Jin Xianbang for five years in a row," Lang Yuerong crossed her legs and took a sip of tea. "If we lose again this year, it will be the sixth year. Five girls have been sent to the distant place. Raft, no one, including my sister, saw them again."

  Lang Yuerong's eyes lost and drifted away.

   "I miss my sister very much."

  (End of this chapter)