Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 641

   The red sand under their feet began to flow, and the two of them thought in amazement that there was quicksand, but after a while, they realized that was not the case.

   A thin layer of red sand, flowing forward as if being blown by the wind.

  And on the ground ahead, a huge black pit appeared.

  After the sun went down, a red and white moon appeared on the horizon, and the reddish moonlight spread across the world, drawing out the square outline of the pit.

  Qin Yin and Wen Ling cautiously walked to the side of the sinkhole and looked at them.

   "What's this stuff?" Qin Yin took a half step back, "I can't see anything."

  She still wanted to go back, but Wenling took her hand.

  Wen Ling looked up at Qin Yin, her face was a little pale, she pointed at the dark pit with another finger, "Xiaolan."

  Qin Yin reacted for a while.

   "Xiao Lan..." She blinked, "Is she down?"

  Wen Ling pressed her lips tightly and nodded silently.

  Qin Yin looked down at the huge pit.

   "Then we...want to jump down?"

  Wen Ling could not make a decision.

  After all, the two of them jumped off this wave and they might just fall to death.

After a while, Qin Yin made up his mind, "Let's do it, Wenling, I will jump down first, and then... If you don't hear my voice, don't jump, wait for me here, you know?"

  Wen Ling understood, but she refused, "No."

   "Ask the spirit..."

  Wen Ling grabbed Qin Yin’s hand and squeezed it hard, "Together."

  Qin Yin was greatly moved, "Wen Ling...Well then, shall we hug and jump together?"

   "No more."

"…it is good."

  The two held hands and stood by the sinkhole and took a deep breath. Qin Yin's half of his foot was already in the air, and the two finally looked at each other and prepared to take off.

  In the trap, a ladder emerged.

  "Hehehe..." Qin Yin slammed the brakes, stopped, and hurriedly helped Wen Ling on the side to stop casting the spell, "He came out a ladder."

  Stairs, leading into the darkness.

  "It seems that I was moved by our sincerity," Qin Yin snapped his fingers, "It's good, it looks very strong...Let's go, Wen Ling, take Xiaolan to me..."

  The two lit up the last remaining flashlight in their hands, clinging to each other, step by step down the ladder, and into the sinkhole.

  The red moon is still so calm.

  Red sand stopped flowing.

  The moonlight spun onto the boundless desert. On the desert, there were neither the two figures nor the sinkholes.

  ***

   "You really can't feel where your hand is?" The fool said in disbelief, "It was still nearby just now."

  Not only that, it also wants to strangle me.

   "How do you feel, I won't," the man asked humbly, "Will people have this ability after they die? Can you teach me?"

  "This...it's not a question of teaching or not..."

  "Is it your talent?" The man was a little frustrated, "It seems that I don't have that talent."

"Don't be sad," Baomu patted the man on the shoulder. "You should be thankful that your hands are not with us. I think your hands may have been contaminated, otherwise, how could they attack people at will? Your hands are logically speaking. It should be more up to you, but you don't seem to dare to kill a chicken."

   "But those are my hands after all," the man looked down at his empty sleeves. "All my memories about the piano are in those hands."

  The fool and Baomu stopped talking. They looked at each other and hesitated.

  A dead man who knew nothing, was thrown into this world that he could not understand alone.

  Baomu glanced at the man's blue chin, and the thin beard on his chin that could not be shaved in time.

  A bit dull, but very persistent.

   may also be a genius.

   Really resembles him.

  "First of all, we are going to find our friends," Baomu said, "you can follow us, and when we find them, we will help you find them together."

  The fool's eyes were a little surprised, but he didn't speak.

   "Friends?" The man widened his eyes, "God... Do you still have friends here? Did you die together? What happened, is there a disaster?..."

  In the heart of the man, the fool and Baomu are already dead. The two "dead" didn't want to spend more time explaining, they made up a disaster and blocked the past.

  "Where shall we go first?" The man seemed quite fighting spirit.

  "First..." The fool looked around with his hips akimbo, "Let’s get to know each other first. I just call me a fool."

"Fool?"

   "Uh, my name is Baomu," Baomu quickly turned off the subject, "what do you call it?"

   "My name is Shen Fu."

  ***

Luo Jiutian and Dao Chang stole the pot from his house in front of a villager. The villagers still did not respond, but sat on the steps in front of the door to enjoy the cool. They did not swagger out to the two pots carrying his house. People look at it.

   "This person doesn't seem to have died miserably," Luo Jiutian still pointed at them, "It is estimated that he was choked to death."

  "Have you taken the axe?" The Taoist chief saw the rusty axe in Luo Jiutian's left hand and nodded, "Okay, let's go to chop some firewood and we can cook sweet potatoes."

   "Unfortunately there is no meat to eat..."

   Dao Master glanced at Luo Jiutian weirdly, "You are not thinking about those dead people, are you?"

   "Master! What do you think of me? I can't eat anyone!"

  Dao Chang smiled, and then realized that there was something wrong with this, he quietly took the axe over and exhaled.

The hungry Luo Jiutian ate sweet potatoes very happily. The Taoist remained elegant by his side. When the sun went down, the two had completed the task of dinner and hid the stolen vegetables and pot in the woods. Pat your **** and set off again.

  As a mage, Dao Master carried the axe. Luo Jiutian walked beside him, and wanted to express some opinions. After thinking about it, let's forget it. The boss with the axe is the boss.

   "Shall we go directly to that ancestral hall?" Luo Jiutian asked, "Do you remember where the ancestral hall is?"

   "I forgot," the Taoist replied half-jokingly, "Catch a villager and ask."

   "Where can I catch it? People are all asleep... The dead also want to sleep."

   "Then see whose house is not closed, and then go in and ask." Dao Chang's face was taken for granted.

   Luo was silent for nine days.

  A good Taoist leader, how can he become a gang after he has picked up his axe?

  Did the axe turn on a switch in his body?

"Let's push ourselves to others," Luo Jiutian explained patiently, "If it were us, who was asleep in the middle of the night, a man with an axe suddenly appeared by the bed and said, "My fellow, I want to ask you something." You say we how to think?"

  The leader paused, doing a meditation, "It's not a good look."

Luo Jiutian nodded fiercely.

   is not only bad.

   "Let's do this," the Taoist leader pushed Luo Jiutian forward, "Nine days, you go, I will wait for you at the door with an axe, don't be afraid, go, I believe you."

  (End of this chapter)