Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 602 Staying Consciousness

  Several people got in the same car, Xiaolan sat again between Jasmine and Qin Yin, but now it was different. Xiaolan looked at Jasmine's face reflected on the car window, feeling uneasy.

  I don't know if it was because of the distortion of the window glass. Xiaolan always felt that Jasmine looked normal when facing them. When she turned her head to look out the window alone, the expression on her face changed.

   "Jasmine, are you going with us too?"

  Xiaolan asked this taboo question. As soon as he said this, the whole car was quiet.

  Even Qin Yin froze in the corner and dared not speak.

   "Yes...but I did it for another thing," Jasmine said slowly, "I went to Uncle Luo...to discuss the affairs of the Nine Tans."

   "Oh oh." Xiaolan nodded quickly.

  Yes, for Jasmine, this is the most important thing.

   "Then...then you are going back to Jiutan." Qin Yin asked softly through Xiaolan.

  Jasmine smiled and nodded.

  No words all the way.

When they arrived at the Xuanji Ju, they were greeted by two Baliangshui disciples who had never seen them before. The two led them through the lobby. After crossing the atrium, one disciple led Jasmine into the auditorium behind the courtyard. A disciple motioned to the others to move forward.

   "Jasmine, see you later." Xiaolan waved at Jasmine.

  Jasmine smiled and nodded, and when she turned her head and walked towards the chamber, the smile on her face disappeared.

  After Jasmine left, Baomu, the fool, and Qin Yin all sighed in relief. They exchanged helpless glances and sighed together.

  The relationship breaks down between lovers, and it turns out that the most uncomfortable thing is friends.

  Fortunately, they don't need to face the Shura field when Jasmine and Luo Jiutian met.

  Not needed at least temporarily.

"this way please."

The young brother led them to the promenade on the right side of the Council Chamber. There are lush green plants and tall trees in the mysterious room. A few people walked through the shadows of the trees on the wet stone surface. The sky between the trees was already covered. The color of thick ink.

   A line of light purple light crossed the sky corner, and within a few seconds, a rolling thunder rang from the sky.

  Mountain breeze is also starting, and heavy rain is coming.

  The young brother led them over several row houses.

  "Isn't it here yet?" Baomu looked at the sky and asked anxiously, "It looks like it's going to rain."

   "It's almost there," the little brother politely pointed forward, "Behind Qinglin, there is the spiritual room of Xuanji Ju."

  A neat dense forest traversed in front of you. There was only one man-made dirt road in the forest. From a distance, you could see a few low green brick huts at the end of the forest.

   "The spiritual room? The Taoist chief is waiting for us there." Qin Yin cautiously stepped onto the dirt road.

   "Yes," the little brother carefully opened a few branches blocking the way for them, "The guests are there waiting for you."

  Guests?

  Oh, yes, there is another question.

   But how did Wen Ling get to the mysterious game?

  Passing through the Qinglin, there are three identical buildings erected in front of everyone. The three flat-topped huts are short and square, not looking like houses, but like three small boxes.

  They walked to the one on the right.

  The little brother stopped outside the door, reached out and tapped on the low door. Before the door opened, he turned his head and left.

  When the little brother's back disappeared in the middle of the green forest, he squeaked, and the dark wooden door finally squeaked open.

  The door is completely dark.

  "The Daoist?" The fool stood at the door and cried.

  After a few seconds, the leader's voice sounded from the depths of the room.

  Just, his voice sounds a bit...painful?

   "Come here."

  Everyone rushed in, Baomu stepped in the door last, and the black door closed quietly behind them.

  In the depths of the room, faintly lit up with a little bluish white light.

  In the dim light, three figures flickered and swayed.

   "Okay?" It was Luo Jiutian's voice, "Is this all right?"

   "Maybe it's still..." This is the Taoist leader.

   "Ah!" Wen Ling let out a faint scream.

After   , a thunder blasted from outside the door, and at the same time, a harsh roar exploded unexpectedly.

  All four of them were taken aback.

   "Come here and help!" The Taoist shouted loudly.

   Needless to say, several people have already rushed past.

  Wen Ling held a blue stone lamp in the shape of a lotus and waved anxiously at them. Dao Chang and Luo Jiutian were standing on both sides of a stone bed, desperately controlling the things on the bed.

  The scream came from a man who was struggling desperately on the stone bed.

   "Fool Baomu! Quickly press his foot in the groove!" Taoist shouted while pressing the man's left arm while turning his head.

  As soon as the voice fell, the fool jumped up in one step, clamped the ankles of the man's feet with both hands, and directly pressed the man's twitching feet into the arc-shaped depression on the stone bed.

  In an instant, the scream disappeared, and the person finally became quiet.

  "Quickly cast the spell in nine days!" The Taoist commanded hurriedly.

  Luo Jiutian shook his right hand, and Luo Jia Panlong Pond appeared in his palm. He moved the pointers around Benlong Pond a few times and muttered in his mouth.

  Not long afterwards, a few golden rays of light appeared on the stone bed, and the rays of light circulated on the stone bed, slowly staying on the limbs and the top of the head of the person on the bed.

   "Ask the spirit, the rope."

Dao Chang stretched out his hand, and Wen Ling handed it a thin white rope.

  Tao Master took out a dagger from his arms and carefully cut the rope into five parts.

   "Okay," Dao grew up and sighed, "It should be fine now."

   "Oh my god," Luo Jiutian finally wiped the sweat from his forehead after hearing this, "I'm exhausted."

Daochang bowed his head and tied the five pieces of rope to the limbs and neck of the man, raised his head, looked at them, and grinned.

   "You are here."

   said as if he had just discovered them.

  "Who is this?" Qin Yin walked around the stone bed, "Dao Master, you have to explain it well and explain it the same way, otherwise I will never understand."

   "Don't worry, I will explain." The Taoist leader leaned against the corner of the stone bed and seemed a little tired. "Let’s talk about this person first. Didn’t you recognize him?"

   Luo Jiutian reached out and pulled away the scattered bangs on the front of the man’s forehead, "You guys take a good look."

  Wen Ling also moved the lamp closer.

  Everyone probed, take a closer look.

  "This isn't..." Xiaolan's eyes widened, "Isn't this Zhang Boyin?!"

  The people lying on the stone bed are exactly the hapless Zhang Boyin who was invaded by a part of Wansheng’s consciousness who they met during the handling of the Baxian Village case!

   "Isn't he all right? Why did he become like this again?" Qin Yin asked.

  Dao Chang and Luo Jiutian looked at each other, and they laughed bitterly together.

   "Of course, he is not good at all," Luo Jiutian shook his head, "That part of the consciousness of invasion has always been on him."

  (End of this chapter)