Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 498: paper man

Chapter 498 Paper People

Xiaolan and Xieyan lead Baomu to run in the village at night.

Jieyan's words made Xiaolan's crisis consciousness rise a lot, so the three of them decided that they could not waste any more time, and now they had to set out to look for Xiaolan's face.

However, when the three of them were walking on an empty street, a **** crowed from a distance.

It's going to dawn.

So the three of them galloped up, trying to find a place to hide for Baomu, which was still unable to be exposed to the sun, before dawn.

"There is a house over there without fences!" Xie Yan ran to the front, pointing to a hut standing alone behind the house.

Xiaolan covered Baomu's head with her coat, and the two ran to the hut together.

This hut is next to the wooden house in front, which is different from other households in the village. Not only does this household have no fences, but the warehouse for storage is built right next to the main house.

Xie Yan first ran to the door of the small warehouse and stood by the door to get busy.

The sun appeared little by little.

Baomu's body began to scorch. He gritted his teeth and ran to the warehouse door with Xiaolan's head sullenly.

"What's wrong?" Xiaolan panted, "Why don't you go in?"

"The door is locked." Xie Yan said concisely.

Xiaolan looked at Baomu, who was smoking all over, turned her head and said, "You get out of the way, I will knock the door open."

"No, no, it's going to be done right away..." Xie Yan grasped the lock, squeezed the bolt with both hands, and after a few seconds, he only heard a click, and he pushed the door open. "Okay, open it." Up."

Baomu fell directly beside the warehouse door.

Xiao Lan moved Baomu's legs into the door, while Xie Yan hung the lock back on the door and closed the door again.

Xiao Lan looked at the space while fanning the dying Baomu with his clothes.

Compared with the small warehouses of several other families, this one’s warehouse is really much larger. The warehouse is full of the fragrance of sawdust, and there are several...

Xiaolan's scalp began to tingle again.

In this warehouse, there are actually several black ebony coffins.

The coffins are neatly stacked on both sides of the wall. Opposite them, there is an ebony door that just leads to the front house.

They have chosen thousands of choices, and they actually chose a warehouse for storing coffins.

Their breath was not yet full. At this moment, a slow footstep sounded from the ebony door.

The sound of footsteps is approaching here.

The three exchanged glances.

"What should I do?" Jieyan said with mouth.

Xiaolan wiped his sweat, his eyes swept around, and finally pointed to the coffin on the ground.

There is only this way.

Xiaolan and Xieyan removed the lid of a coffin and stuffed Baomu in, and then they quickly hid in the coffins on the left and right.

Before Xiaolan had time to close the coffin lid in front of him, the door opened faintly, and the sound of footsteps became clear. Xiaolan could only let go of her hand, curl her legs, and shrink her body inward.

Da...Da...Da...

The sound of footsteps is approaching here.

Da...Da...Da...

I don't know if it was an illusion, Xiaolan felt that the footsteps seemed to stop near him.

Suddenly, a hand stretched in along the gap in the lid of Xiaolan's coffin.

Xiaolan covered her mouth, watching that hand groping around in front of her face, that hand was dry and old, and soon, that hand flipped over, grabbed the edge of the coffin lid, pulled the coffin lid, and closed the coffin tightly.

Xiaolan fell into complete darkness all at once.

Afterwards, that hand took a small wooden hammer from the wooden table on the side and struck it on the side wall of the coffin where Xiaolan was located. Finally stopped.

The sound of footsteps goes away.

After a while, a voice reached Xiaolan's ear, and the voice came closer.

"Is it this?" A woman's voice.

"Your order," this was the voice of an old man who dragged on for a long time, "It's done, there is no problem, just move away."

Move away?

and many more.

"Move away!" The woman raised her voice.

As soon as the voice fell, the coffin in which Xiaolan was hiding began to shake violently.

"Why is it so heavy?..."

"Yeah yeah……"

Several complaining voices sounded.

"What do you know?" The old man said grimly, "Ebony is the best raw material, it is heavy."

Xiaolan supported the side walls of the coffin with both hands, trying to maintain balance. After swaying for a while, with a bang, Xiaolan Lianren and the coffin were moved to a creaking cart. Accompanied by the sound of creaking wheels, gradually Far away.

What to do? What to do? What to do? ...

If the lid of the coffin is opened later, people find that there is still a person in the coffin. How embarrassing would it be?

How about pretending to be dead?

The car walked for a while, the wheels bumped a few times, turned around, and went on.

Xiaolan suddenly thought of the treasure wood in another coffin.

If the coffin with Baomu is also sent to other places...

It doesn’t matter to me, but to other villagers, Baomu without a face is equivalent to food.

Will Baomu be eaten?

Xiaolan rolled her body anxiously, and the coffin under her body suddenly slid to the right.

Xiaolan solidified instantly.

The car stopped.

"What's wrong?" a man asked.

"I... why do I seem to see it move?" the other man replied.

"Puff," the first man smiled, "Did your eyes dazzle you?"

"No...Look at it! Is this coffin a little bit to the right?" One end of the coffin was suddenly brought down, and Xiaolan's head slammed on the side wall, "Listen! There is a sound!"

Xiaolan rubbed his head, opened his mouth and vomited silently.

"Damn," the first man said, "How come I heard it..."

"I...what shall we do?" the second man asked tremblingly.

"Let’s move!" The first man said quickly, "It’s not far, just throw it at her door. Her family is also prudent, and we will run away after throwing the coffin at her door..."

"Hmm..."

Soon, the other end of the cart was lifted again, and the speed of the coffin became much faster. Xiaolan could only try to hold the back of his head so as not to be hit with a blue nose and a swollen face.

Another minute later, the car came to a halt, and the two men threw the coffin and the cart on the road, and ran away.

Xiaolan was almost vomiting, but considering that it is not good to vomit in a coffin, she could only cover her mouth tightly and adjust her posture in this small space.

"Oh! Why did they throw the coffin here?..." The woman's voice sounded from far and near.

There was a sound of opening a door, and another footstep approaching.

"No way," another woman said, "Let's carry it in."

The woman's voice is very similar to the woman just now, but the two are impatient and calm, and they sound quite different.

"How can we carry it in?" said the impatient, "you go get them two out."

The slow sneer sneered twice, “Let them work, it’s much harder than we carry it in by ourselves. You raise that end and let’s go.”

The impatient person cursed, but still obediently lifted the coffin.

"Why is it so heavy?..." the impatient air said, "Did the old man hide a ghost secretly in it?..."

Slowly smiled again, "It's a bit heavy..."

The two carried the coffin and walked for a while.

"Where to put it?"

"Hmm... just put it here."

With a plop, Xiaolan and the coffin landed together.

Xiaolan's heart was beating.

Next, is it time to open the coffin?

"Oh! It's annoying!" The impatient shouted, "It's getting dark, I blame those two bastards..."

"right……"

"I wanted to go out and see... out and see who." The second half of the impatient sentence suddenly twitched.

Slowly Wen Tun’s laughter recurred, "Well, it’s not too late to see him tomorrow, let’s go up..."

Reluctantly, reluctantly gave an "um", and the footsteps of the two gradually disappeared.

Xiaolan stayed quietly in the coffin, waiting for a long time.

There seems to be no sound outside the coffin.

Xiaolan stretched out her hand, grabbed the inside of the coffin lid, and gently cut a small gap.

The outside space is also dark, but in any case, it is better than the pitch black that can't be seen in the coffin.

There is no sound.

Xiaolan opened the lid of the coffin a bit larger.

The sound of friction between the lid of the coffin and the coffin was very clear in the night, Xiaolan only opened it a little bit, and quickly let go.

Still no other sound.

Is it the same as the previous one, at night, the people in the family will...

The last thing they said was "Let's go up".

Where to go up?

Xiaolan thought of the giant spider.

At that moment, Xiaolan just wanted to put the lid on the coffin again.

But she thought of Baomu's pitiful appearance.

No way.

Xiaolan arched up and pushed the coffin lid hard.

The distance exposed by finally made Xiaolan leaned out half of her body. Xiaolan just lifted her upper body and got out of the coffin. With a bang, a person slammed directly at Xiaolan and then smashed her back into the coffin.

Xiaolan hides in the coffin and looks at the "person" lying on the lid of the coffin.

Palace face, blood-red mouth, godless eyes, stiff posture...

is actually a paper dummy!

Xiaolan sat in the coffin and looked around. There were a dozen dummies standing near the coffin. Those dummies were fragile. The fallen dummies were originally standing at the end of the coffin and were hit by the coffin lid. Fell on the lid of the coffin.

A dozen snow-white dummies swayed together in the night breeze, and their paper eyes looked at Xiaolan directly. Even if they knew they were just dummies, Xiaolan still couldn't help but shiver.

Xiaolan jumped out of the coffin, pulled away the dummy in front, and looked around.

This is like a tool room. Coffins and finished dummy are stacked on the right side of the room, and on the left are two large mahogany tables. The tables are full of tools and scraps. Some unfinished dummy dummies are lying around. Leaning on the edge of the table, some lack arms and legs, some have no facial features on their faces, and some dummies have not put their heads on.

The door opened on the left side of the room, Xiaolan walked over and looked carefully into the doorway.

The layout of the house is similar to that of Spider’s. Outside the door is a long corridor. There are two rooms on both sides of the corridor. The end of the corridor should be the living room.

On the left is a bedroom, and on the right is the kitchen. Compared with the Spider’s House, it is clean and tidy in heaven.

There is no one in the rooms on both sides of .

Xiaolan pressed against the wall and came to the edge of the living room.

In the living room, there are a few simple pieces of furniture. There are also two wall-facing dummies in the corners of the tables and chairs. The entrance of the house is in front. The night outside the window is dense and the surrounding environment is extremely quiet.

Xiaolan stood on her toes and walked to the door.

Suddenly, a thought struck Xiaolan's mind.

The two dummies in the corner wear two shoulder-length ponytails.

But... the dummy in the workplace has no hair, right?

Thinking of this, Xiao Lan slowly twisted her neck and turned her head.

The two dummies in the corner are gone.

Xiaolan raised her head subconsciously.

The shadow of the giant spider still remained in Xiaolan's mind.

Fortunately, there are no spiders on the roof with human faces, nor paper people with weird limbs twisting.

The next second, two ethereal laughs sounded from behind Xiaolan.

Xiaolan looked back abruptly.

She was so scared that she almost sat on the ground.

Two people appeared behind .

There is nothing to be afraid of.

What Ling Xiaolan didn't expect was that those two people actually had her faces.

Those were two girls with ponytails who looked exactly the same from dress to look. Xiaolan's faces showed weird smiles on their faces. The pupils of the two girls reflected green light in the night, staring directly at Xiaolan. .

"Where are you looking?" One opened his mouth.

"Where are you looking?" another asked immediately.

They... are talking to themselves?

"I..." Xiaolan's eyes waved on the two of them, "I am..."

"Are you looking at me?" one asked.

"Are you looking at me?" another asked.

Seeing Xiaolan look embarrassed, the expressions on the two of them quickly changed to a somewhat arrogant look.

"Huh, are you here to find sister?" one asked.

"Didn't you come to us?" another asked.

Xiaolan watched the exact same movements of akimbo, swallowed, and slowly said, "I...I'm here to see you."

"You didn't lie?" one asked.

"You didn't lie?" another asked.

Xiaolan shook her head, "I'm here to see you two."

The two looked at each other, revealing a secret smile.

After that, one person stretched out his left hand and the other stretched out his right hand. The two small hands were clenched into fists and stood in front of Xiaolan.

"Then I will give you a gift." This time the two said together.

"Gift?" Xiaolan also relaxed a little, reaching out to the back of the two little girls' hands.

"Left hand or right hand?" one asked.

"Right-handed or left-handed?" another asked.

Xiaolan thought for a while, hesitated because he couldn't choose to have all.

"Any hint?" she asked.

"You will be rewarded if you choose the right one," said one.

"There is a penalty for choosing the wrong one." Another said.

This……

Xiaolan picked for a long time, and finally chose the one on the left.

"Are you sure?" the two little girls said in unison.

Xiaolan nodded.