Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 617 New God Worship

   "Xiaolan!"

  The voice clearly penetrated into my ears through the gap in the dream.

   Xiaolan recognized the hoarse voice all at once.

   is asking the spirit!

  Wen Ling is here.

   Xiaolan turned his head left and right, looking for the source of the sound, but there was still only the illusory scene in front of him.

  She thought for a moment and turned to look at the people under her feet.

  The blood on the wrist slipped drop by drop, and a drop of blood flowed down the silk thread.

   Xiaolan held his breath, shaking his left hand, grasping the silk thread.

   caught it.

  She stretched out her strength and tugged hard.

  The picture in front of me began to collapse.

  All the sentient beings under their feet screamed and wailed, they disappeared one by one, and in the end, only one figure remained.

  A distant, red figure is running towards here.

   is like a flame on the horizon.

  Wen Ling's body was covered with scars, her mouth grew, but she couldn't make a sound, she ran to herself desperately, walking on her fragile and slender legs.

  She made a hug gesture.

coming.

   Xiaolan saw Wenling's face clearly, the sweat rolling off her forehead, the **** bite on her cheek, and her mouth that could only be hoarse and gasping.

  Also, those pale eyes.

  The moment he saw those eyes, Xiaolan heard a sound similar to the breaking of a string.

  She knew it, it was over.

   Xiaolan took a sharp breath. She raised her numb and itchy hands and hugged Wenling.

   "Xiaolan!"

  "Xiaolan, you are awake!..."

   "Ah, Xiaolan, you scared me to death!... ooh, your child is really not worrying, you scared me to death..."

When Xiaolan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the face of Wen Ling.

  She was lying flat on the ground, Wen Ling was lying on her body, the two of them hugged each other tightly, and Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed.

  This bad posture.

  Wen Ling's pupils have turned back to gray, she was panting, and a drop of warm liquid fell on Xiaolan's forehead with a sound.

  After that, before Xiaolan could realize what it was, Wen Ling rolled his eyes and passed out on his body.

   "Ask the spirit!"

   "Will the spirit be okay?"

   "I just fainted," Dao Chang picked up Wen Ling from Xiaolan, held her in one hand, and held her pulse in the other. "She was hurt too badly, and she shed a lot of blood."

   Xiaolan tremblingly got up from the ground, she raised her hand and wiped it, only to find that the liquid just now was blood.

Except for the color of the pupils, Wen Ling and Xiaolan saw her in the hallucinations. The light blue T-shirt on her body was soaked in blood, and the exposed skin was covered with large and small scars everywhere. .

   Xiaolan raised his head and glanced. They were still in the depression surrounded by the hillside. In addition to asking Ling, Xiaolan also saw the fool standing on the other side.

  The clothes on the fool's body were tattered and there were a few scars on his body, but in general, his injuries were completely incomparable with Wen Ling.

  Dao Chang, Qin Yin and Luo Jiutian are just a little embarrassed, but they are not injured.

   Xiaolan wanted to raise her hand to wipe the sweat, Qin Yin grabbed her right hand.

   "Oh! You child, be gentle, you are still hurt!"

  Injury?

  Only then did Xiaolan feel the severe pain in her right wrist. She lowered her head, and her wrist was completely bloody, and she could even see the white bones covered in flesh and blood, and several teeth marks were faintly visible on the edge of the wound.

   "Did I really bite myself?!" Xiao Lan was shocked.

   Her right hand slumped softly, seeming to have lost consciousness.

"We didn't look at it all of a sudden, you just..." Qin Yin raised his hand and knocked on Xiaolan's forehead. "I thought it was a mouse bite, but I saw the blood on your mouth... Xiaolan. You scared us, what's the matter?"

   Xiaolan tells everything about the illusion.

   "My thought is that if I don't want this hand at all, the thread will naturally fall off," Xiaolan explained, "but I haven't waited yet..."

   "Did you plan to directly bite your wrist...?" Qin Yin asked in a daze.

   Xiaolan looked at Qin Yin's eyes and realized that her answer might bring a bad ending, so she changed her perspective.

   "Hmm... there should be no problem with this logic."

  "What is the logic?! What's okay?!" Qin Yin slapped Xiaolan on the head with a slap, "I think you bear child has been beaten less recently!"

   Xiaolan dragged his injured hand and hugged his head and fled, suddenly remembering something wrong, "Where is that little baby?"

  The baby is gone.

Dao Master asked the fool to hold Wen Ling, stood up and smiled, "He has been purified by Wen Ling."

   "Purification?"

  Qin Yin was still reluctant, and after only chasing Xiaolan a few times, he began to bandage Xiaolan's wound with his coat.

  Dao Chang walked to Xiaolan and patted her on the shoulder, "Let’s go, and talk as we go."

  "Shall we go back along the same road?" Xiaolan recalled the terrible experience not long ago.

  The Taoist and the fool looked at each other and smiled.

   "Of course not," the fool reached out and pointed to the end of his vision, "Wen Ling and I have found the exit here, and we drove over from there."

  Everyone walked down this low hillside, and there was still the brown grass with no borders in front of them. The field was empty, only the soft blades of grass were swaying.

   "Was the wounds on the spirit body all caused by rats?" Xiaolan asked cautiously, "But what about rats?"

  At the end of the memory, the ocean of dirty rats.

   "Their owners have disappeared, and they have disappeared naturally," the Taoist chief explained, "the same as those corpses."

  If Dao Master didn't say anything, he didn't even notice, and the two corpses were gone.

   "But what is this..."

"Oh, in a nutshell, the little baby just now, just like the king **** of the royal city, and the fire lotus of Fengwu, are... how to say, false god." Luo Jiutian shook his dirty sleeves. .

   Xiaolan blinked, she seemed to understand, and she didn't seem to understand.

"It's just that he is still growing," the fool continued, "These rats and viruses are his medium for controlling the people of Wuyu Town. They are like the puppets of the King God, do you remember? Those puppets made of wood... …"

   "Remember," Xiaolan said hurriedly, "Then these corpses..."

"Those are his first believers," the fool snorted, "They are willing to die for the growth of the new god, in exchange for the peace after death... It's so stupid, and more peaceful than death itself. Matter?"

"This means that when the new **** imposes punishment on the people, their corpses can be forgiven," Luo Jiutian said. "Because the rats here can only distinguish humans by smell, therefore, putting the corpse on the body can guarantee We will not be attacked by rats."

   Xiaolan nodded, seemingly understandable.

  The fool sighed and looked down at the unconscious Wen Ling in his arms.

  "Wen Ling told me all this."

  (End of this chapter)