Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 630: Burning in the rain

Chapter 630 Burning in the rain

is that girl.

The girl's face was pale and her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Her mouth was exaggerated and her transparent saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth to her chin, but she didn't care, she still stared straight at Xiaolan who was facing her. .

There was no light inside and outside the tent, and the raindrops smashed against the surface of the tent. Xiaolan could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat, one by one, slowly and heavy.

How is this going?

Are you dreaming?

There was a rustling voice behind him.

"Xiaolan?..." Qin Yin woke up coldly by the night wind poured into the tent. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Xiaolan who was kneeling on the side in a dazed manner.

"...Xiaolan!"

Qin Yin also saw it.

One hand fell on Xiaolan's shoulder, Xiaolan felt the temperature of that hand, and a courage rose in her heart, but this courage was also accompanied by fear.

Everything in front of me is real.

But, why is there no light? Where's the watchman? Where's the fool and Baomu?

Also, the person in front of you.

"What's going on?!" Qin Yin pulled Xiaolan back hard, and touched the flashlight with his other hand, "Xiaolan, come here!"

With a click, the flashlight lights up, and the white light instantly penetrates the dark space, illuminating the girl's face.

"What's the matter?!" Qin Yin hugged Xiaolan and shrank into the corner of the tent.

Xiaolan stared at the girl and shook her head stiffly, "I don't know."

"It's not... the man? What about the man?!... Fool! Baomu!..."

Qin Yin’s shout was submerged by the rainstorm, but he woke up Wen Ling.

The girl didn't mean to enter the tent. Seeing that all three of them were awake, she laughed again.

"What are you doing?!" Qin Yin pointed at her with a flashlight and shouted angrily.

"Hehehehehe..."

The girl’s eyes swept across the three in turn.

She spoke.

"The crow is going home..."

The three held their breath.

"Sophora japonica will fall asleep..."

This unknown nursery rhyme, once again, appeared in an unexpected way.

"The child is going home, there is a mother at home..."

"How can you..."

Before Xiaolan finished speaking, the three of them suddenly lit up.

"Ah!..." Wenling nervously grabbed the sleeves of the two.

The three of them were dumbfounded.

That girl, it's burning.

A flame rose from under the girl’s feet and immediately wrapped the girl’s body. When the raindrops fell on the flame, instead of extinguishing the flame, it increased the fire. The girl stood motionless in the fire, her skin burning and choking her nose. The smell soon permeated the humid air.

"Tent!" Qin Yin shouted.

But her worries were unnecessary. The flame licked on the tent fabric, with no intention of igniting it.

Only the girl is burning.

The girl burned in the rain for a long, long time.

The flame was getting smaller and smaller, until the deepest night passed, when the horizon was showing a little color, the flame on the ground faintly extinguished, and the girl disappeared without leaving any traces, not even dust.

It's raining all the time.

The three of them also held each other all the time, and were exhausted and shrank in the corner of the tent.

Xiaolan tentatively unzipped all the zippers of the tent, and the outside was empty, as if nothing had happened.

The trees and grass on the open ground, and the raindrops flying in the air.

"It seems to be over," Xiaolan leaned out of the tent, "She disappeared..."

Xiaolan's eyes turned, and she was stunned.

On this clearing ground, there is only their tent.

"It's not good!" Xiao Lan crawled out and crawled out.

"What's the matter?..." Qin Yinhe and Wenling grabbed the raincoat and rushed out.

"Wow..." Qin Yin's raincoat fell directly to the ground, "Where are they?"

Another tent, and other companions.

is all gone.

***

The fool was awakened by the raindrops falling on his face.

He was lying on his back on the ground with his mouth open, and his mouth was filled with dirty rain. He sat up in a jealousy and retched a few times.

Baomu lay on his side beside him, soaked all over, the fool quickly pushed him to wake up.

"Brother idiot...Oh!...what's the matter... Am I asleep?"

"We are both asleep," the fool shook the raindrops inside the raincoat, "I don't know what's going on."

"Gosh, Xiaolan and the others are still waiting for us to tell them to change shifts. It's all light today, Xiaolan..."

Baomu looked behind the fool, blinked, turned his head, and took a breath.

"Where is their tent?!"

The fool turned around abruptly.

The girls’ tent is gone.

"Xiaolan! Xiaoyin!" The fool stood up directly from the ground and shouted.

The two names echoed in the mountains.

The fool and Baomu looked at each other, then knelt down and opened the boy's tent next to them.

is empty inside.

Dao Chang, Luo Jiutian, and Zhang Boyin, all disappeared.

"What's the matter?" Baomu held his temples and gasped, "Yes... did they go to other places while we were asleep?"

The fool looked through the items in the tent.

Sleeping bags, supplies...Their luggage is here, but the people are gone.

"They won't fail to tell us." The fool's voice was low.

The two were silent for a while.

"Blame me!" Baomu beat his head angrily, "Blame me falling asleep!...I..."

"It’s not you, nor me. We definitely didn’t fall asleep on our own." The fool turned over and sat down in the tent dejectedly, with flames burning in his eyes, "This mountain has acted on us."

Baomu's mentality eased a little, "Fool brother, how much do you remember about last night?"

"I remember..." The fool raised his eyes, "It's almost three o'clock, I remember the rain has stabilized, and then I heard... what sound..."

"Is there a bird call?" Baomu asked hurriedly, "A bird call came from the woods?"

"Yes!" The fool hammered the ground with his fist, "I heard the bird calling. It's very strange. How can there be bird calling in this rainy day? Then I followed the sound to look at it, and the memory after that was gone."

"Me too," Baomu nodded, "but I recognized that kind of bird called. It was the voice of a nightingale."

"Nightingale?"

"Yes," Baomu said quickly, "I was very strange at the time, because there should be no Nightingale here."

The fool understood, "This is a trap."

"Yes," Baomu nodded, "This is a trap, to separate us."

***

When Luo Jiutian woke up, he felt only aches in his waist and back, and he was panicked all over.

Although the sleeping bag is not as good as the bed at home, it is not as good as...

He opened his eyes.

There is no sleeping bag at all.

Leaning against the cold cliff.

There is a person sitting in front of him.