Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 586 Old Wood

  Walking up the steps to the fifth floor, the style of painting around him changed instantly.

  Compared with the snowy white of the other floors, the fifth floor looks...very normal.

   is even a bit dated.

  Xiaolan looked at the slightly mottled walls and window frames in amazement. The fifth floor is the highest floor of the courtyard. Everything in the corridor looks like the decoration style of the last century.

"Lao Mu's aesthetics still stayed in that period," Qu Lianfan quickly explained when he saw Xiaolan's confused eyes, "He is not as fashionable as Wu Ren, after all, we Lao Mu rarely go out, you understand. "

Although the courtyard has only five floors, the corridors on each floor are very long, with windows on one side and closed white iron gates on the other.

   "The **** god... is he on this floor?" Xiao Lan asked.

  Qu Lianfan pointed to the end of the corridor, "Old Wooden Office is at the very end."

  The two walked past the iron gates, and Xiaolan unconsciously counted the number of the gates.

   "...Eighteen..." Xiaolan paused in front of the penultimate door, pointed to the dark wooden door and asked, "How is this one different?"

  Qu Lianfan’s face changed a little. He pretended not to hear, and walked directly to the door of Lao Mu’s office, "Quickly go in."

   Xiaolan moved sensibly, and as soon as he raised his hand to knock on the door, Qu Lianfan stopped her.

   "You don't need to knock on the door," Qu Lianfan grabbed the doorknob, "Just go in, Lao Mu knows everything."

  As soon as the voice fell, only hearing a "squeak" sound, the door really opened a gap in front of the two.

  Qu Lianfan opened the door directly, and Xiaolan walked in.

  Compared to an office, this place is more like a...house.

  The scene of desk work in Xiaolan's imagination did not appear. The first thing that caught your eye was the two mahogany armchairs with smooth surfaces.

  This is a living room. The walls of the living room are pale yellow. There is no other furniture except two chairs and a bamboo screen in the middle of the living room.

  There was a half-open wooden door behind the screen. Qu Lianfan passed directly. He just walked past the screen and cried out, "Old Mu! I'll bring it!"

   Xiaolan probed into the room and was stunned.

  There are countless white booklets floating in this room.

  Some of the booklets were thin and some were thick, all floating in the air. Across the countless white booklets, Xiaolan saw Master Tianshen Laomu sitting behind a desk in the corner of the room.

That small desk is also a style used in rural elementary schools more than ten years ago. There are two or three booklets on the desk. After one booklet flies away, there is another booklet floating in the air to fill its place. .

  The adult man behind the desk who is out of tune with this small desk raised his head, and lifted the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose with his left hand without holding a pen.

so hot.

   Xiaolan sighed in her heart.

  The man is about his early thirties, and a pair of sharp eyes glanced at the two of them briefly.

  With only that look, Xiaolan felt that her heart had been seen through.

  The look in the eyes of Lord Tenjin is really unusual.

  Is that sigh that I made just now also discovered? It's a bit embarrassing... But since this old wood has grown like this, he should have become accustomed to others praising his beauty...

  "Old wood, old wood! Liao Yilan, I will bring you here!..."

  Qu Lianfan just said half a sentence, and he greeted Lao Mu with a resentful look.

   "Oh, yes... it's Lord Tianshen..." Qu Lianfan only changed his name, but didn't change his attitude, "Master Tianshen! This is Xiao Liao!"

   Xiaolan was pushed forward by Qu Lianfan.

   "Ah... uh... hello, Lord Tenjin."

  Xiaolan didn't know how to say hello, because she remembered Qu Lianfan saying that Lao Mu is an old-school person, so she bowed to him.

  Old Mu cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

   Xiaolan held her hands, and saw Lao Mu staring at her with a pair of eyes, and looked at Qu Lianfan a little shyly.

   "Old... Lord Tianshen, is Xiao Liao the latest ghost?" Qu Lianfan asked expectantly.

   Lao Mu frowned and glanced at Qu Lianfan disgustingly, "What are you talking about?"

   "Huh?" Qu Lianfan was disappointed and confused, "Then why did you ask me to bring her over?"

  Lao Mu gave a light sigh, shook his head, raised his eyes and looked at Xiaolan, "What else do you want to say?"

  "Me?" Xiaolan blinked blankly, "I...I want to know how I died?"

  Old Mu's brows tightened. He tilted his upper body slightly toward the back of the chair, lifted his left hand, and made a virtual tap of his index finger in the air.

  A thin booklet whirled and flew in front of him, and flew in front of his eyes.

  Lao Mu's eyes swept across the paper, as if he had confirmed some news, and said softly, "You are not dead."

not dead?

   Xiaolan suddenly became stunned.

  "Not dead?" Qu Lianfan seemed more surprised than her, "How is it possible? Is she still alive?"

   "Otherwise?" Old Mu looked at Qu Lianfan helplessly, "Did you kill her?"

  Qu Lianfan was choked.

  This old wood can actually tell jokes.

  After refuting Qu Lianfan, Lao Mu put the pen in his right hand on the table with satisfaction, resting his elbows on the table, holding his palms, and said to Xiaolan, "Don't you know why you came?"

   Xiaolan nodded honestly, "Is this a place where living people can come in as soon as they come in?"

Obviously not.

  "Why did the ghost chase invite you here?" Old Mu asked roundly.

   Xiaolan pointed at Qu Lianfan, "He said I was dead."

  Qu Lianfan was glared at by the two of them, shrinking in the corner, afraid to speak.

   "Are you alive or dead, don't you know it?" Old Mu asked.

   "Actually I can feel that I am alive..."

   "Oh?" Old Mu raised his eyes with interest.

   "It's just that he insisted that I was dead, so I believed it."

  Qu Lianfan was stabbed again by his back, so he could only look up at the ceiling to avoid embarrassment.

Hearing Xiaolan's answer, Lao Mu showed a disappointed expression. He didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he took out a **** book from under the desk, clicked his finger, and the black book automatically flipped to a certain place in the middle. Page.

   "What did you do at noon five days ago, and early morning three days ago?"

  This question came too suddenly, Xiaolan was still bewildered.

   "I...I'm in the game."

  "Game?" Old Wood asked, "What game?"

  "It's called a banquet on the tenth day. It's a..." Xiaolan didn't know how to describe those high-tech in words, "A great game, with a lot of bonuses."

  "What about after the game?"

   "I was caught by him as soon as the game was over!" Xiaolan threw the pot to Qu Lianfan again.

   "So..." The old wooden waved his finger, and the black book slammed closed. "You didn't do the things recalled by the deceased?"

  (End of this chapter)