Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 566: come down

Chapter 566 Fall

Xiaolan shook Baomu's hand away, "Brother Baomu, run, I'm too late, you must not..."

Baomu disregarded Xiaolan's obstruction, and frantically grabbed Xiaolan's arm and dragged her to the shore.

But this can only slow down the speed of his own decline.

"I'm serious, Brother Baomu," Xiaolan tried to calm down. She resisted the cry in her voice and said every word, "This is just a game. We can't quit together. It's not a good deal... "

"Shut up!" Baomu's cry shook Xiaolan's voice for a moment.

has always been gentle, shy and somewhat timid Baomu, for the first time to show such an expression, shouting such words.

The Son of Light also stuck his head out of Baomu's arms, biting Xiaolan's sleeve and dragging her out.

Xiao Lan looked at this treasure wood in silence.

She felt that she had never missed the real world so much, and her companions had never been so missed.

The gravel behind him was beating his neck. No need to look back, Xiaolan knew that the sandstorm was not far away.

I am useless, but Baomu still has a chance.

Xiaolan desperately withdrew one of her hands and reached into her pocket.

She took out all her belongings-pens, plates, and useless glasses.

After , he squeezed into Baomu's arms.

The violent wind and sand suddenly enveloped them, and Xiaolan felt as if she was blind for a second.

Baomu whirled, shouted, and disappeared from his eyes.

The wind and sand tore Xiaolan's upper body. Xiaolan was not blown up by the wind as she expected. Her lower body was still tightly trapped in the quicksand. The body was pulled by these two forces at the same time. The broken pain quickly left her behind. His sanity was wiped out.

Pain.

It hurts too much.

Xiaolan never imagined that she would die in this way.

Will be torn apart alive?

The wind and sand continued to raging, Xiaolan became numb in the severe pain, and slowly, she was almost unable to feel the presence of her body...

Just when Xiaolan no longer hoped for something to happen, the storm actually slowly weakened.

The storm did not leave, but the place weakened. As soon as the upward pulling force disappeared, the power of the quicksand resurrected.

Losing all strength, Xiaolan allowed the quicksand to swallow her legs and spread over her waist and abdomen.

Fortunately, suffocation is at least better than being shredded...

Eh? It seems that suffocation is more uncomfortable, right?

Before Xiaolan could tell which of these two methods of death was more painful, the golden gravel had flooded her shoulders, Xiaolan raised her hands high, trying to leave the last trace of this cruel game space.

The desert is calm again, and the moonlight is shining peacefully on the yellow sand.

A pair of small hands, shaking lightly on the flowing yellow sand.

It didn’t take long for those little hands to disappear.

This desert is still so peaceful.

It's like nothing happened.

***

Baomu called out Xiaolan’s name loudly, but his voice was already scattered in the storm, and he couldn't even hear him.

The gust of wind swept him into the air, Baomu held the Son of Light tightly, and what Xiaolan gave him at the moment of parting.

He can't see Xiaolan anymore, or in other words, he can't see anything except the wind and sand.

Baomu was spinning up and down in the wind. Although dizzy and nauseous, the center of the wind was far less scary than he thought.

The wind gradually weakened. When the storm was unable to bear Baomu's own weight, a wind tail picked him up and threw him down. A sense of weightlessness came. Two seconds later, Baomu was lying on a soft and moist sand. , Got up sorely all over.

An oasis.

After Fengsha threw Baomu into an unfamiliar and familiar oasis, he slowly retreated.

"Xiaolan!......Xiaolan!......" Baomu yelled from the empty pitch-black desert.

There was silence, there was no answer, not even an echo.

The Son of Light hummed out of Baomu’s pocket, and the little guy’s head was covered with fine sand. Every time Baomu called, the Son of Light would scream at him.

shouted for three full minutes before one person and one beast accepted the reality.

Xiaolan is gone.

Furthermore, Xiaolan may have quit the game.

Baomu hugged the Son of Light and walked to the lake in despair.

The dark lake water is like a mirror, reflecting the clear moon on the zenith.

also reflected their embarrassed appearance.

Baomu took a few deep breaths, silently washed his face, took out the props in his arms, and washed off the sand on it.

He turned his head to stare at the Child of Light, and the little guy stayed peacefully beside his master, licking the lake water gently.

Only myself is left, I have to work harder.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the top of the head of the son of light, the little guy raised his head, his big eyes glisteningly at Baomu, two lines of tears were still hanging on the furry face.

"Shall we go now?" he asked softly.

The Son of Light shook his head and leaned gently against Baomu's feet.

The night is still dark.

But in this desert, we can’t wait.

"Okay, then we will leave now."

Baomu sourly picked up the Son of Light, walked slowly to the edge of the oasis, and finally took a breath of fresh air and stepped onto the desert.

He chose the fastest direction to get out of the desert. He walked from dark to day, passing three or four oases in the middle, and also avoided a storm on one of the oases.

The morning light broke, Baomu looked up and finally saw the mottled jungle at the end of his sight.

In front of , it is a new place.

He turned his head and looked at the long desert. Xiaolan was somewhere in this desert, maybe hidden in an oasis, maybe... sleeping among the gravel.

Baomu sighed.

turned around and walked into the new primitive jungle in front of him.

***

Sand.

Sand is everywhere.

Sand surrounds me, the sand takes away the air that represents life, and the sand squeezes me from all directions.

Xiaolan feels that sand has poured into her chest, abdomen, and even her brain. Maybe, she has become sand, but she doesn’t know yet...

Xiaolan continued to fall between the pitch-black quicksand, and the air in her body was squeezed out a little bit. She decided to take back the sentence that suffocation is better than shredding.

Uncomfortable, uncomfortable...

But it's okay, it's almost over.

In reality, there are companions waiting for you, and hot pot barbecue cake ice cream...

Xiaolan lifted her spirits up and looked forward to her own death.

Continuously falling...falling...

Heart beating violently, sending out a near-death warning signal, Xiaolan clearly felt the last trace of air being pressed out of his body.

There was a bang in my heart.

All the feelings on the body disappeared suddenly.

The vague and illusory black in front of me instantly turned into complete darkness.

Is this black that is darker than black?

This is the feeling of death?

This is……