Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 514 The Seventh Bride

   Xiaolan widened her eyes, looked at the red letter on the mirror for a while.

  No one has entered the door, and the windows are closed.

  Who wrote the word?

   Xiaolan walked to the dressing table step by step.

   is not blood.

  The words on the mirror were written with some kind of paint, and the smell of blood in the air did not come from here.

   Xiaolan moved along with the smell of blood in the air.

  She walked to the palace bed with the curtains flying over.

  The quilt with complicated patterns is neatly covered on the bed, and there is a strange bulge under the quilt.

  The pillow is on the head of the bed. It’s not a pillow.

  That is the source of the smell of blood.

  A mess in Xiaolan's mind, hallucinations? Or is it reality? She doesn't want to think anymore, she can't think anymore.

  Come all, if you have any tricks, come all.

  Xiaolan opened the quilt.

  The smell of blood filled the room instantly.

A **** woman’s head was placed on the bed, and the woman’s dim eyes stared at the top of the curtain blankly. The slender and thick blond hair was stained with blood, all over the spacious double bed, as if it had become the tentacles of her soul. Climbing hard outwards.

  Xiaolan squeezed the bedpost in her hand tightly.

   The cuckoo clock rang, the gray bird cooed four times, four o'clock in the morning.

   Xiaolan stood there, staring motionlessly at the head on the bed and the words on the mirror until her legs trembled a little.

  She cannot sleep or go out.

  She was afraid that once she went out, when she came back, all this would turn into her own hallucinations, and she would have to endure Yrel’s questioning eyes.

To wait for.

  Wait a few more hours, and when Yrel gets up to prepare breakfast, he presses the bed bell to tell her to come up.

   Let her see if these are real or fake.

   Xiaolan stood for a long time, her initial shock calmed down a lot, and her hands and feet were not so cold anymore.

   Xiaolan looked at her.

  I'm still wearing that dripping cloak, if Yrel sees this...

   Xiaolan stared at the bed and mirror, while walking towards the closet.

  She slowly took off one sleeve.

  Suddenly plunged into boundless darkness all around.

what happened?

"Who?!"

  The night before dawn was the darkest, Xiaolan stood still and shouted out of control.

  In the total darkness, Xiaolan felt a cold wind passing across her right side. She was suddenly lifted by the wind and fell heavily to the ground.

  At this time, the door of the room buzzed.

  "How are you? How are you?..."

  It's Yrel!

  "Your door is not locked!" Yrel did not wait for Xiaolan's answer, and then shouted, "I'm here!..."

  Squeak——

  The door opened, and the candlelight in the corridor reflected Yrel's figure.

  This elegant old lady was holding a candle, and when she saw Xiaolan on the ground, she exclaimed and hurried forward.

   Xiaolan struggled to get up from the carpet, and found that she had fallen on the side of the bed with something still wrapped around her body.

  Irel placed the candle on the table, turned around and knelt in front of Xiaolan to tidy up her things with her.

   is the bed curtain.

  The white bed curtain fell off, hooked Xiaolan's feet, and wrapped her around her a few times.

  The gust of wind that swept over me just now...is this?

Xiaolan thought about it. At the moment when it was dark, he ran a few steps in a hurry. In this case, it is indeed possible that he grabbed this half of the bed curtain, and the bed curtain tripped him again. In the process of getting out, he Entangled with the bed curtain.

  It doesn’t matter.

  With the help of Yirel Xuxu, Xiaolan quickly got away and got up directly from the ground to look at her bed.

nothing left.

  The words on the mirror are gone.

   "Impossible...Impossible..."

  "What's wrong with you?" Yrel asked, standing beside Xiaolan, looking at the mirror and bed.

   Xiaolan closed her mouth.

  She would not believe it.

  It's like she didn't believe in the existence of that dream and that pigeon.

  Yrel took out a handkerchief and gently wiped off the sweat from his forehead, staring at Xiaolan's clothes as if he had only discovered Xiaolan's strange clothes.

   "Have you... been out?"

   Xiaolan looked down at her cloak that was half taken off, and sighed, "I went to that tower."

   "You..." Yrel wanted to say something, but still didn't say it.

   "There is nothing there," Xiaolan took off his cloak and threw it on the velvet chair. "You are right."

  Irel seemed to get some comfort from these words. She looked at Xiaolan kindly, and slowly asked, "Then what happened to you just now?"

   Xiaolan sat on the bed tiredly, rubbing her eyes, "Just now...the surroundings suddenly darkened, I...I was terrified."

  Irel's gaze shifted to the candlestick beside the table, and he smiled relievedly, "It's because the candle is burned out, of course it will darken."

   Xiaolan raised her head and glanced at the melted candle tears in the candlestick. The tears solidified again and turned into a puddle of red wax oil with a peculiar shape.

  On the golden handle of the candlestick, there were one or two lone candle tears.

  Candle tears.

   Xiaolan couldn't help but straighten up.

   "If there is nothing wrong with you," Yrel walked to the door, "I will leave."

   Xiaolan quickly turned around and stopped her, "Miss Yrel!"

  Yrel turned around.

  "Why did you show up at the door of my room?"

   Xiaolan stared at Yrel with bright eyes, and saw that the expression on Yrel's face slowly changed from doubt to indifference, and soon changed to a polite smile.

   "It's almost dawn, I'll put out the candles burning in the corridor," Yrel's voice was inexplicably low, "Look."

  She pointed behind Xiaolan.

  Outside the window, the purple-gray on the horizon seemed to complete the transition from dark to bright within a second, as if the sky had opened an eye to see the world in the rain.

  When Xiaolan turned around, Yrel had left silently, leaving only a door that Xiaolan slowly closed.

Its daybreak.

  It's not yet five o'clock in the morning, Xiaolan lay flat on the bed for a few minutes, reviewing everything that had happened so far in her heart.

  Candle tears.

   Xiaolan sat up and looked at the door of the room that Yrel had personally closed not long ago.

  She should have arrived downstairs, ready for breakfast for the four of you today, right?

  So...

   Xiaolan stood up abruptly, her figure shook, staying up late, raining, self-doubt... everything she experienced here was like an electrified cage, and she tortured her in the cage dizzy.

  But she has to confirm one thing.

  Xiaolan walked into the corridor that was awakening from a deep sleep, the candlelight went out, and the windows at the ends of both sides of the corridor poured in faint sunlight.

  Downstairs, there was a faint sound of clanging cooking.

  There was silence in the corridor on the second floor.

  The same goes for the third floor.

  (End of this chapter)