Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 629 Burning spell

  Xiaolan hurriedly told everyone the news.

   "If you don't see it, you won't see it," the fool didn't care, "We have left her with so many things, it's already the best of our kindness."

  Everyone followed the route in memory and walked hundreds of meters.

   "No..." Luo Jiutian looked around blankly, "Are we lost again?"

  "Didn't we follow the same path back?" Qin Yin asked.

   "But... this place, we don’t seem to have seen it before."

   Baomu looked around at the unfamiliar scenery around him, frowning and said.

   Xiaolan thought of Wenling’s bow, "Didn’t we leave a bow beside that cliff?"

  But along their way, they didn’t even see the shadow of the bow.

  "Did we start in the wrong direction?" Qin Yin raised a possibility.

   "Absolutely not," the fool vetoed, "I promise, at least we are in the right direction."

  That is the wrong route.

After some tossing, the time is approaching evening. It is six o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky in the woods has already turned dark. The rain that did not fall during the day is expected to appear at night. They went around, but they never found a mark. When everyone saw the night wind in the forest getting stronger, they decided to find a spacious open space to camp and rest.

  Everyone put up two big tents together. As soon as the tent was set up, Wen Ling collapsed on the sleeping bag, unable to even take care of the meal.

   "It's still the old rule, a group of two to watch the night," Dao Chang pointed to Luo Jiutian, "I and Jiutian in a group, fool and Baomu in a group, and a group of four hours is almost the same.

  "Me and Xiaolan," Qin Yin raised the ham sausage in his hand unconvincedly, "Such a group of three hours is enough."

   Xiaolan nodded sharply, "I want to watch the night too."

   "Yes, why don't you let us watch the night," Qin Yin grabbed Xiaolan, "The night watch is not a boy's patent, and in case you do something that shouldn't be done behind us..."

Dao Chief almost choked, he smiled helplessly, "Okay, then you are on the last shift, we'll wait a moment... Let's rest at nine o'clock. Fool and Baomu go to your tent around three in the morning. Call you."

   "It might rain at night, so prepare your raincoat in advance." The fool exclaimed again.

  Before falling asleep, everyone walked around the campsite a few times to confirm the safety of the neighborhood. Xiaolan and Qin Yin strolled in the woods, raised their eyes, and saw Dao Chang's back leaning against a big tree, seeming to be in a daze.

  "Daoist?"

  The two approached, only to realize that the Taoist leader was not in a daze.

   "What's the matter with you, Chief Dao?" Qin Yin saw that the light of Dao Master's flashlight was very weak, and asked, "Is your flashlight broken?"

   "No," the Taoist commander brightened the flashlight. "I'm looking at something."

   Xiaolan had already seen what Dao Master’s right hand was holding, so he hurriedly moved over, "What are you looking at?"

   Daochang stretched out his palms, revealing a pile of black and yellow things in his palms.

   "What's this?" Qin Yin asked disgustedly.

   Xiaolan recognized the faintly visible traces of cinnabar on the yellow part, and immediately realized, "Dao Master, is this your talisman paper?"

  Daochang nodded.

  In the face of the man who committed suicide, the Taoist leader once threw a spell, which was originally used to prevent the man from committing suicide, but he was still a step slower.

   "Talisman paper? Isn't that talisman paper useless?" Qin Yin looked at the miserable appearance of the talisman paper now.

   "I thought so, so I picked it up specially," said the frugal Taoist. "But when I picked it up, it had become like this."

   Xiaolan reconstructed that scene in her mind.

  The man’s knife pierced his throat, and the blood splashed...

   "His blood!" Xiaolan raised his hand, "His blood splashed on the rune paper!"

  Dao Master silently nodded, he also thought of this.

  "Mom, I splashed a little blood, why did you make the charm like this..." Qin Yin picked up a corner of the charm and took a closer look. "It looks like it's been burned by fire."

  The black on the spell is the part that burns into ashes. Several black pieces are distributed on the surface of the spell in flakes, taking away the power that belongs to the spell.

   "Yes," Dao Chief was very happy that Qin Yin and Xiaolan understood what he meant. "That man's death is not that simple."

  The blood of the man ignited this charm.

   "Could he really be possessed by some demon, right?" Qin Yin cautiously put the spell back into the palm of the Taoist master.

Dao Chang shook his head, "I don't know yet."

   "Why didn't you tell everyone about this just now?" Xiaolan asked.

   "I wanted to confirm the situation briefly before telling you." The Taoist and the two walked back to the camp. "Now it seems that my guess is not wrong. Anyway, you must be careful on the mountain."

The two accepted the Taoist commander's warning. When they returned to the tent, Wen Ling was still asleep in a daze. Qin Yin awakened her mercilessly, and directly fed Wen Ling while rubbing her eyes. A bread goes in.

The night wind whizzed through the woods, passing their tents, whining, Xiaolan and Qin Yin were a little insomnia, the two looked at the flashlight outside the tent, and knew that it was the vigil Taoist and Luo Jiutian. Guard them.

  At around ten o'clock, the wind was a bit weaker, but the silence in the forest did not last for a few minutes. Soon, rain came.

  The rain was really heavy. The raindrops crackled on the top of the tent. Xiaolan saw the flashlight flashing for a while. Dao Chief and Luo Jiutian put on raincoats and continued on duty.

The heavy rain in the mountains was coming fiercely, but after the fierce beginning, the rain gradually calmed down. Under the regular sound of rain and the trembling light, Xiaolan felt his eyelids gradually sink, and Qin Yin’s breathing became even next to him. After a while, Xiaolan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It is also raining in the dream. This is the projection of the sensory world in the dream. Xiaolan always finds this phenomenon very interesting. The bed is too hot to sleep, and the self in the dream is like a fire. If the body is too cold, the dream will be It's snowing, and now, in the rain of dreams, there is a strange sound...

  咝——咝——咝——

  It looks like a small animal is scratching some kind of cloth.

   Xiaolan’s dreams shook. With this violent shaking, the picture in Xiaolan’s dream was like a projection on the water, shattered, and then the picture went black and Xiaolan opened his eyes.

   Shake.

  The tent is shaking slightly.

Xiaolan was squeezed to the edge of the tent and shook with the tent's cloth and support. After that, the shaking tent heard the sound of nails scratching the cloth.

   Xiaolan grabbed the phone.

   "Sister Xiaoyin, wake up," Xiaolan sat up with her right hand on the ground, "It's three o'clock, idiot brother and they come to call us to change shifts..."

  Prickly prickly...

  "Don't scratch it," Xiaolan got out of the sleeping bag, unzipped the tent, and shouted at the two outside, "We just..."

   Xiaolan froze abruptly.

  Unzip the zipper, there is a snow-white face facing him.

  The face looked at Xiaolan and grinned open.

  "Hehehehehe..."

  (End of this chapter)