Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 539 Mother's Blood

  At this moment, there was a loud bang from the door.

  Xiao Lan, who lives in Lily Morwen's soul, suddenly raised her head.

  The door is open.

  So knocking on the door...

   Immediately afterwards, the picture in front of her began to twist and rotate, as when the previous dream was about to end, the feeling of falling swept across Xiaolan's body. In the next second, she was lying on the ground.

  咚咚咚! ...

  The knock on the door really sounded.

  It was the knock on the door that awakened her from her sleep. Xiaolan got up from the floor, looked at the slightly vibrating wooden door, and stood up.

  She walked to the door.

"what's up?"

  The knock on the door stopped.

  Xiaolan heard a soft voice of a maid outside the door, "She is still alive."

  For a while, Yrel's hoarse voice sounded, "That's good."

After   , there was the sound of two people leaving from the stairs.

  Let’s make sure that you are not dead yet?

  Why is it necessary? Xiao Lan muttered vigorously, and returned to the corner where the history books and black porcelain discs were placed.

  She rubbed the edge of the black porcelain plate.

If you want to see other people’s experiences through your dreams, you need media, such as Sandola’s hair, the stones Moses used to drown the Madam Morvin, and the burned Madam Morvin at the end of her lifetime. Touch the stone bed, as long as the deceased wants to let himself see his story, he can see it by himself.

  So what is Lily Morwen’s medium?

  First exclude the history of Lily. Mowen did not have Lily when she was alive, let alone Lily's history.

  So, is this black porcelain plate?

  But, did you fall asleep touching this black porcelain plate?

   Xiaolan tried to remember.

  She raised her head, stroked the black porcelain plate with her right hand, leaning the back of her head against the wall.

  In midair, a transparent liquid condensed.

  The liquid began to fall.

   Xiaolan squinted her eyes, and the faint tingling sensation made her scream.

  The liquid just fell into Xiaolan's eyes.

   "Hey..." Xiaolan rubbed her eyes, but at the same place, another liquid fell on the back of her hand rubbing her eyes.

   Xiaolan looked at the crystal clear warm liquid on the back of her hand.

  She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it.

  Salty.

   should be tears.

  Xiaolan remembered the last scene of the dream.

  She stood up in shock, watching the tears that could not help floating in the air.

  Lily Mowen is still here.

  Her soul has been trapped here, crying in sorrow.

   Xiaolan's heart throbbed.

  Not long ago, she witnessed the death of her own son.

   Tears are the medium.

   is tears, let me see the story of Lily Mowen.

  "Lily Mowen?" Xiaolan asked.

   Tears moved closer to me.

   "I..." Xiaolan clenched her hands, a little nervous, "Thank you for helping me."

   Shouldn’t you say that?

What can    help me? Help me kill her son?

  She closed her mouth.

  What do you want to... do?

  The dream just now obviously did not end.

  Xiaolan can feel the desire to talk floating in the air, but it does not come from herself, but from this person who is in tears that she can't see.

   Xiaolan sat back in the corner, closed her eyes, and tried to sink into her dream.

  Dream...Dream...Dream...

  But I am very awake at the moment.

   Xiaolan felt so difficult to fall asleep for the first time. After a while, she opened her eyes and changed into a posture that she thought was more comfortable.

  Can't sleep.

   Xiaolan opened his eyes and sighed.

  I’m facing the critical moment of life and death, no matter how big my heart is, I can’t sleep again after sleeping.

   Forget it.

   Xiaolan casually picked up the history book placed beside her leg and opened it.

  I usually only need to turn the book to ensure that I am sleepy. I hope that the hypnotic effect of the book on myself still exists.

  She read Lily’s history upside down three times.

  Lily Morwen X...

  Psychic ability...

  Born in mother’s blood...

  Perhaps, only mother’s blood...

  Xiaolan almost didn't recognize those words.

  Only mother’s blood...

  Some mysterious things got into Xiaolan's mind.

  Mother’s blood...

   Xiaolan's body shuddered, and he bent over and grabbed the black porcelain plate placed aside.

  I saw it.

  Dream.

  Dreaming, Xiaolan sat up from the bed again and looked at her belly.

  I dreamed the last dream again.

   Soon, it came time for Lily Morwen to give birth.

  Lily Mowen screamed desperately, and Xiaolan was also desperately anxious.

  The sentence in the history may be the key to breaking the game.

  I want to get Lily Mowen’s blood.

  But...

  Lily Mowen rolled to the ground, and the maid opened her nightdress. Everyone looked at Lily, whose head was exposed, and retreated in horror.

  Blood.

   Xiaolan struggled hard, trying to touch Lily's **** little hand.

  Although I don’t know whether I can take the things in my dreams out of the dream, only through this method can I come into contact with Lily Mowen’s blood.

  Lily Mowen yelled in despair and leaned back.

Can not be done.

  Xiaolan exhausted her willpower, striving to control her current body.

  But Lily Morwen fell down.

  Body temperature drops rapidly.

  A second before the darkness of consciousness fell, Xiaolan's cold fingertips felt a touch of hotness.

   is Lily.

  Lily, like every newly born baby, crawled to the mother’s hand crying and grabbed the mother’s cold fingers with her soft and petite fingers.

   "Mother..."

"mother……"

  The dream is over.

  Just as Xiaolan opened his eyes, the first thing she did was to check the black porcelain plate on her body.

  The finger that had just touched Lily in the dream was placed in the center of the dish. Xiaolan raised her hand, disappointed to see that there was no trace of blood on her hand.

  Sure enough, it won’t work.

  She looked at the black porcelain plate.

  The shallow bottom of the dish shows some changes.

  A layer of dark ink-like liquid, flowing on the bottom of the dish.

   Xiaolan cheered up.

   With trembling hands, she brought the black porcelain dish to the front of her nose.

is blood.

  I got it myself.

  It is not yourself who can get blood through dreams, but this black porcelain plate.

  But what is the origin of this thing?

  During the day, Xiaolan had several dreams, so when night fell, Xiaolan had become very awake.

  And this time I really can't sleep.

  The night darkened, Xiaolan sat at the door bored and waited, hoping that the red-haired maid could bring some news to herself.

  It was quiet outside the door.

  Not only is there no one talking, but even the gentle rubbing sound cannot be heard.

  Only two even breaths can be heard.

what happened? The two people outside fell asleep and forgot to change shifts?

  Xiaolan was thinking, as a prisoner, is it inappropriate to remind the guards outside the door to change shifts? At this time, with a squeak, the wooden door in front of him opened slowly.

  (End of this chapter)