Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 572 Night Tree

  A Zhen nodded, "Two men, dressed in black, and a woman in a white skirt, should be white..."

   "Is there another one?" Baomu hurriedly asked.

   "One more?" Ah Zhen frowned, and slowly shook his head, "I only saw three, are there four of them in total?"

  A Zhen also failed to see the appearance of the fourth person.

  Baomu lightly sighed, "Yes, there are at least four of them, and that boy was killed by the fourth person."

   "Then he is the most dangerous?" Ah Zhen second understood.

  "Not only that," Baomu pressed his temples, "I always feel as if...as if I met that person, that person should be an acquaintance...but...see—"

  Baomu closed his eyes in pain, and he felt that the blood vessels in his temples were beating suddenly, as if there was something inside that was about to wake up.

"Are you OK?"

   "It's okay..." Baomu shook his head twice, "By the way, I heard Xiaolan's voice in my dream."

   Thinking of Xiaolan, the pain in her temples gradually calmed down.

   "Xiaolan? Did you dream of Xiaolan?"

   "I don't know what's going on, but... I seem to hear Xiaolan say something to me."

"What did you say?"

   "I didn't hear clearly," Baomu took his hand and said frankly, "but I feel that Xiaolan may not be dead yet."

  Even Ah Zhen said with great certainty, "She is not so easy to die at first glance."

   Xiaolan sneezed under a distant tree, picked up a leaf from the ground, rubbed it, and walked forward in the dark.

  The two waited until the surrounding trees recovered their calmness, and then walked out from behind the soil slope.

  They stayed next to each other, and they all felt a great sense of security.

   "Be careful..." Ah Zhen pushed aside the branches in front of him, "Here, it's not just the four catfish that are dangerous."

  Baomu looked at Ah Zhen’s thin arms and legs, such a thin body, and he ran so fast on his back just now, he was the second fool...

   "Thanks for your hard work just now," Baomu remembered and thanked him, "If you didn't run with me behind your back, I guess it would be a sieve now."

   "Why are you so polite," Ah Zhen smiled and jokingly said, "I ran with you behind my back, so the arrow just couldn't get on me."

Eh?

  Baomu raised his right hand to sweep away the branches and leaves in front of him. After a glance, he found that the sleeves wrapped around the wound had started to ooze again.

   "It's weird," Baomu opened his sleeve and checked the wound. "Why is there so much blood?"

  The shallow scratch on the arm did not bring too much pain to Baomu. The skin on the edge of the wound was slightly white, and it looked like the blood had stopped.

   "What's the matter?" Ah Zhen stopped and asked back.

   "It's okay." Baomu re-dressed the wound and followed.

When it was dark, the two of them just walked to an area with a relatively open field of vision. The open space was surrounded by a circle of tall trees. The dense tree cover entangled and grew in mid-air, creating a natural roof for this open space. There are still a few clumps of dry leaves on the ground, which is a good place to rest.

  The two piled the fluffy fallen leaves beside the tree trunk at the edge of the clearing.

  "You should rest first," Baomu said to Ah Zhen who was sitting next to him, "I have slept several times, but now I can't sleep."

  A Zhen was tired all day, he nodded, leaned against the tree trunk, and fell asleep after a while.

  Baomu sighed while looking at the jungle that became more and more weird in the middle of the night.

  He actually didn't dare to fall asleep.

  The bone disc is still in his arms, if it takes itself into a certain dream, this time, I don’t know if I can wake up.

  Fortunately, I am not sleepy.

  The night wind blows, bringing a rustle deep in the jungle, and the branches outline various weird limb shapes, just like countless monsters that wantonly stretch their limbs.

  A Zhen’s even breathing sounded a touch of comfort to Baomu. After having the master, the Son of Light was no longer afraid of the dark night. At this time, he was lying in the middle of Baomu's clothes and fell asleep.

  Even if it cannot resist threats, the existence of companions is itself a sense of security.

  Without a companion, what is Xiaolan doing now?

  Baomu's thoughts were wandering. I don't know how long it took. Baomu had already begun to predict what to do the first thing after leaving the game. At this time, a voice in the forest interrupted his wandering.

   Click.

   Baomu looked in the direction of the sound.

  His muscles tightened, and his right hand grabbed Ah Zhen's shoulder, ready to shake him up at any time.

  It was like the sound of a branch breaking.

  But I didn’t smell any strangers. Could it be... just the wind?

   rustle... rustle...

   Click!

   There is another sound!

  The voice changed direction this time, and Baomu turned his head and looked over.

  In the darkness, only the bare branches sway in the wind.

Nothing at all.

Is    my own illusion?

  "A Zhen, A Zhen, wake up..." Baomu decided to wake up his companion first, "Hurry up..."

  A Zhen woke up almost instantly, and his eyes quickly changed from confusion to sharp.

   "Are they here?"

   "No, no one is approaching," Baomu lowered his voice, "I think this forest is weird."

   "The woods?"

   "Yes, you listen..."

  The two held their breath and listened quietly to everything around them.

   Click...

   Click...

  The sound of breaking branches rang from all directions.

  A Zhen and Baomu stood up and looked around warily.

A low growl exploded from Baomu's arms, and the Son of Light woke up somehow. It suddenly jumped from Baomu's arms to the ground, and the black hairs on its neck stood up, aiming at the darkness. The jungle showed sharp (not particularly sharp) teeth.

  Baomu and Ah Zhen looked at each other.

  As a creature living in this world, the Son of Light reacted in this way, indicating that there is indeed weirdness around.

  However, due to the cover of the tree above their heads, the moonlight does not reach them, so the armor of the child of light only has a faint layer, and there is almost no deterrent.

  The two clung to the big tree behind them, watching the changes.

   Baomu felt Ah Zhen poked his waist.

   "What's wrong?" Baomu asked, turning his head.

  A Zhen turned his head back, "Huh? What?"

   Maybe he accidentally touched it.

  Baomu shook his head, "It's all right."

  After speaking, the two of them looked away and continued to stare at the surroundings.

   Baomu felt that Ah Zhen poked himself again.

what happened?

  He frowned, just about to say something, but the roaring Son of Light suddenly turned around and yelled at them fiercely.

  (End of this chapter)