Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 608 Plague

  Baomu's eyes widened, he held his nose and mouth tightly, he didn't know what to do, he was shaking all over.

At least……

   "Bao Mu? What's the matter?" The fool's voice suddenly became uneasy.

  "Hurry up, wear a mask!" Baomu gasped, with a few hoarse coughs in his words, "Fool brother, hurry up, please."

  I don’t know if the mask is useful, but I can only do this now.

   rustle... rustle...

  The fool's footsteps sounded messily, and it seemed that he was rumbling for a while.

   "I put it on!" the fool shouted, "Baomu, I..."

   "Brother fool, can you throw my mask over, just throw it over at a distance."

  The idiot picked up Baomu's mask and threw the white bauble to Baomu's back facing him.

   "Okay, idiot, you go out soon." Baomu said as he grabbed the mask.

   "Go out?"

  "Go to the Dao Chief," Baomu said cryingly, "I don't know what to do... Don't come here, go out and find the Dao Chief."

  The fool's footsteps left, and the door opened with a creak. Baomu put the mask on his face, shivering, and looked at the carpet next to the bed.

On the carpet, there was a pool of red and black fresh liquid. The same liquid also got on Baomu's hands and mouth, and now it also got on the mask. The liquid gave off a faint woody fragrance, but that was not good. The woody smell is ominous woody.

  The smell reverberated in Baomu's mouth. Baomu felt scared, and even more... familiar.

  The moment the knock on the door burst, the Taoist commander bounced off the bed.

   "Master! Wake up!" The fool yelled outside the door.

Dao Chang and Luo Jiutian, who also sat up in shock, looked at each other, "It's a little fool."

   "What happened?" Luo Jiutian got out of bed quickly.

Dao Chang shook his head, almost ran to the door, pulled the anti-theft chain, and opened the door.

  The sound-controlled lights in the corridor were bright and dark, and the fool stood at the door profusely, "Daoist..."

   "What's the matter?" Dao Chief's eyes sharpened, "Come in first."

   "No... I won't go in..." The fool raised his right hand and pointed forward, "Dao Master, something happened to Baomu..."

   "Baomu?"

  At this time, there was another creak when the door opened, and the door of the girl's room opened, revealing three small heads.

   "What's wrong?" Qin Yin rubbed his eyes.

   Wenling and Xiaolan’s heads were stacked on top of her, and all three of them looked confused and worried.

   Suddenly, with a bang, the door between the two rooms slammed shut, and several people were taken aback.

  The fool immediately ran to the door and patted hard, "Baomu! What are you doing?!"

  Everyone leaned over.

   "What happened to Baomu?"

  The idiot panted, and relayed Baomu's unusual behavior to them.

   There was silence.

   "What's going on..." Qin Yin put on Xiaolan's coat and shouted, "Baomu! Are you inside?"

After a while, Baomu's faint voice sounded from the door.

   "Master, I... I seem to be sick."

   "Then the door will be opened even more," the Taoist leader was also a little anxious, "Bao Mu, please open the door quickly."

   "No way, Dao Master..." Baomu's voice trembled, "I seem...like to be infected with the plague."

   Xiaolan saw Daochang’s facial muscles twitch, and she guessed the same on her face.

   "What nonsense are you talking about?!" Qin Yin yelled out loudly.

  "Baomu, don't think about it," the Taoist chief said calmly, "open the door."

  In the voice of the Taoist commander, a bit of pleading could be heard.

   "Master, I can't open the door..." It sounds like Baomu must be very scared now, "I'm afraid of infecting you."

   "Then what are you doing now?" Qin Yin roared out anxiously, "Let's leave you alone in the room and wait for death?"

  As soon as I said this, everyone inside and outside the door stopped talking.

  The cold sweat from Xiaolan's whole body trickled down, and she knocked on the door anxiously, stamping her feet on the spot in a hurry.

The Taoist commander tried his best to calm down. He turned his head and told Luo Jiutian next to him, "Nine days, you call an ambulance first," then he leaned on the door and said slowly, "Baomu, don't worry, listen to me, open the door first. "

  The door was quiet for a while, and Baomu's crying voice slowly passed into their ears.

   "Master, I can't let you because of me..."

"I thought you had known the relationship between us a long time ago," the Taoist said in an extremely gentle tone, "Baomu, haven't you noticed it yet? ... The bond between us is longer than life. It's important."

  Baomu's soft cries went out of the door and penetrated into their ears.

   Xiaolan's nose was sour, she hummed and knocked on the door, "Brother Baomu, open the door."

   "I'm not afraid of being infected by you, what are you afraid of?" Qin Yin's eyes were red, but his tone was still so arrogant, "Isn't it just death... You open the door to me, or it depends on how I clean you!"

  Luo Jiutian put down the phone, glanced at the phone screen in confusion, and mumbled, "Why there is no signal..."

  At this time, there was a chuckle inside the door, and the wooden door opened a small slit, followed by a series of hurried running sounds. When the fool opened the door, Baomu was standing in the corner, clutching his mask, and looking at them with a wink.

   "You have to stay away from me..."

  But no one cared about his words, everyone rushed towards him, and the idiot grabbed Baomu’s shoulders, shaking while saying, "What do you stupid kid say?..."

   Baomu pushed them away vigorously, and pointed to the black-red liquid carpet beside the bed.

   Luo Jiutian knelt down and sniffed, "What is this?"

   The fool suddenly realized, "This is what you vomit..."

  Baomu nodded painfully.

  Two huge tears rolled out of Qin Yin’s eye sockets. She didn’t have the time to wipe them away. She only hated the iron and patted Baomu on the head, “You won’t open the door for me, you bad thing!...”

  "You are not allowed to hit Baomu!" The fool pushed Qin Yin's hand away.

   "I will fight with you!"

  Xiaolan also hugged Baomu's waist tightly, as if holding a lost baby.

   "Why is this?" When Dao Master saw Bao Mu, his heart settled down. He stared at Bao Mu's face and asked, "How do you feel?"

  Baomu kept talking.

  "What are you talking about?..."

   "He said familiar," the fool immediately translated, "Smell, familiar."

  "Is this smell familiar?" Luo Jiutian pointed to the black-red liquid on the ground, "It doesn't smell like it."

  Baomu shook his head vigorously. He pointed to the carpet and said something.

  After the idiot heard it clearly, he opened his eyes wide and turned his head and said, “Baomu said, he smelled this smell in the game.

  (End of this chapter)