Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 622 Red spots

  Somehow, the closer to the Huolian Mountain, the more depressing and dull the surrounding atmosphere.

  This is not only their psychology at work.

   "It's overcast," Qin Yin opened the car window and looked out the window, "Isn't the weather forecast saying it will be sunny these days."

Suspended over the top of the mountain was a thick black cloud like a shroud. The black cloud was centered on the top of the mountain and spread towards the city. They just drove to the edge of the downtown area and felt that they had arrived in the evening from early morning. Not only them, but the pedestrians on both sides were forced to speed up by the unexpected weather.

   "Don't worry, the weather forecast, don't take it seriously," the fool turned the steering wheel freely, "The weather forecast is only accurate when it broadcasts yesterday's weather."

   "If it rains, shall we still go up the mountain?" Xiaolan turned and asked the long.

Dao Chang closed the paper map in his hand, raised his head and poked Luo Jiutian who was sitting in front of him, "Jiutian, shall we prepare a tent?"

   "Preparation is ready..." Luo Jiutian turned his head hesitantly, "But if the rain is too heavy, those tents should only ensure that we are... floating on the water."

   "That's enough." Dao Chang patted him on the shoulder.

This is enough?

  The requirements for the quality of life are too low.

  "The mountain must be up," After the question, the Taoist leader answered Xiaolan's question, "We have been delayed for a few days, and... Zhang Boyin seems to have some reaction."

  Zhang Boyin?

  Everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhang Boyin who was sitting in the center of the last row.

  He still sat there stupefied, his eyes motionless and motionless.

  Wen Ling was sitting on his left hand, now looking down at something.

   "Are there any reactions?" Luo Jiutian hurriedly stuffed the package he was holding under his feet, waved his sleeves, "Wait for me to call out Panlongchi to take a look."

  "Wen Ling found out, right?" said the Taoist leader.

  Wen Ling heard the words, nodded lightly, she raised her hand, holding Zhang Boyin's left hand high.

   "erythema."

  "Erythema?" Luo Jiutian clamped Panlongchi under his armpit, and looked over, "Is it on his hand?"

  Wen Ling pushed that hand out.

  Except for the driver idiot, everyone leaned forward.

  On the back of Zhang Boyin’s pale, cold and skeletal hand, a small dense red spot emerged. Those spots gathered on the back of his hand near the tiger’s mouth, forming a fuzzy circle.

  "When did it appear?" Qin Yin buttoned the spots with his fingernails, as if he could buckle the thing off.

  Wen Ling shook his head and looked at the Taoist Chief.

   "I don't know either." The Taoist chief looked at Zhang Boyin's hand carefully, "I found it when I was in the car just now, and Wen Ling should be the same."

   "Hmm." Wen Ling nodded.

  Luo Jiutian summoned Panlong Pond, held the huge disk in front of his face, and stared at it vigorously.

   also didn't notice anything famous.

   "Look, Xiaolan, can you see anything?" He pushed Panlongchi over.

  Let me see, is this fair? Who of us is Luo Laogou's son?

  But Xiaolan did not say anything, but took Panlongchi over.

  She stared at the dark surface of Panlongchi.

  Stare.

   "Uh...Where is Zhang Boyin's consciousness locked?"

   "Forget it, you can take it," Luo Jiutian ruthlessly snatched the Panlong Pond, and tapped the almost reflective surface, "I guess it will take Zhang Boyin's consciousness out to see the problem."

  This makes sense.

  "Did he not have these spots on his hands before?" Baomu asked.

  The Daoist Chief was silent.

  No one noticed this.

  But... this doesn't mean they can't get the answer.

  The familiar WeChat ringtone rang crisply, and within a few seconds, the phone was connected with a beep.

"Hey?"

   "Hey!" Xiaolan smiled awkwardly, "Is it Bobo?"

  "...Isn't it who I am? You dialed my WeChat number."

  The corners of Xiaolan's mouth stiffened, and immediately changed the subject, "Bobo, that... is it convenient for you now?"

   "If it is inconvenient, will I answer your call?"

Bobo sounds bad, and this Xiaolan also understands. After all, their group not only used Luo Jiutian's hue to deceive her as a free labor for several days, but also cruelly rejected her application for admission, even more so. When Zhang Boyin had just had such a trace of affection, Zhang Boyin was directly packed and taken away.

"Oh, oh like this..." Xiaolan wiped off the sweat from her head, "That's it, Bobo, we want to ask you, is there anything on the back of Zhang Boyin's left hand...birthmarks, or scars, spots, etc... …"

  Bobo was silent for a while, probably thinking.

   "Left hand?"

   "Hmm."

  "Where is the back of the hand?"

  So specific?

  "It's under the index finger, near the tiger's mouth."

   There was a sound of flapping paper.

  What is she turning over?

  For a while, Bobo’s calm voice came from that end.

   "Yes."

  This is their unexpected answer.

   "There is a light gray spot on the tiger's mouth on his left hand," Bobo said, "I will send you the photo...oh, that's not right, isn't Zhang Boyin on your side?"

   "Ah... uh... he is not here anymore, please send the photo, thanks!"

  After finishing speaking, before Bobo responded, Xiaolan quickly hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.

  After a few seconds, a message reminded me that Bobo’s picture was sent over.

  That is a close-up photo of Zhang Boyin's left hand.

  Bobo actually has this kind of photos in his hands. This free babysitter should be too conscientious.

  Zoom in the picture, and there really is a round spot on that hand.

   "But it's not red," Qin Yin compared the picture with the real thing, "The skin color is the same, and there should be no filter."

   Xiaolan sent a voice over, "Bobo, are you sure that the spots on his hands are not red?"

   Bobo echoed, "It wasn't before anyway."

  Everyone looked at each other, thinking.

  "Are there other spots on his body?" Qin Yin asked suddenly.

"what do you mean……"

  "Look at whether other spots have changed color." Qin Yin looked at other people for granted.

  This idea sounds more perverted, but after a few minutes, everyone in the car has changed their seats, the girls avoided, and the boys still attacked Zhang Boyin.

  窸窸窣窣窸窸窸窣……

  "Tsk tusk..." Qin Yin said, holding his arms and turning his back to the boys, "It's too cruel..."

  "Aren't they all your suggestions?!"

  "Stop protesting, look through it carefully and look carefully."

  A few minutes later, the sound behind him finally ended.

   "Okay," said the Taoist chief, "the rest of his body has not changed, only his hands."

  (End of this chapter)