Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 648 Green House

  Qin Yin is like a doll torn apart by a naughty child, with a thin body lying weakly on the ground.

  Wen Ling cried and ran to Qin Yin, trying to reach out and hug her, but didn't dare to start.

  Slim and **** body...

   "Ahem..."

  Qin Yin moved, her blood-stained hands flicked a few times, and Wen Ling quickly turned her body over.

   Half of his face was scarlet on that round and cute face, and his eyes were weakly narrowed. Qin Yin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he coughed twice and had a few drops of blood.

  Wenling’s nose became sore again, and her breath was stuck in her chest, so stuffy that she wanted to cry and scream, she bit her lower lip, letting big tears fall on Qin Yin’s blood-stained shirt.

   "Ahem..." Qin Yin raised his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth with difficulty, "Xiaolan..."

   Xiaolan thinks something is wrong.

  Standing in the deep dark dense forest, she stopped.

  She turned her head and glanced behind her warily.

  It is still the woods that I have just walked through, quiet and peaceful, with no traces of other activities except the night breeze.

   She sighed heavily, frowned, turned her head and walked forward.

  Why are you so upset?

  The chest is stuffy, and there is a slight throbbing sensation.

  This to the end......

"what!"

   Xiaolan didn't pay attention, stepped on a rolling stone, and fell a dog to chew on the mud.

  She got up from the ground, her right palm hurts fiercely, Xiaolan looked at her palm, and then at the ground. It turned out that a sharp stone hiding in the grass made a long wound on the palm of her hand.

   Xiaolan gritted her teeth, and scolded her sackcloth robe on her body, intending to tear a piece of it to bandage the wound. When she tore her clothes, Xiaolan's nose suddenly sore, and tears flowed in her eyes.

   "Huh?" Xiaolan groaned and shed tears, she was shocked, "cry?"

  I have never cried in pain.

  Although the pain in the wound is a bit strong because the water on my body has not dried completely, it is not to such a degree...

  Compared with the pain in the palm of the hand, these tears are more like coming from...the sadness in my heart.

   Xiaolan wrapped up the wound, raised her tears helplessly, and looked at the starry sky above her head.

   said it was a starry sky, but actually only a few stars were shining.

   Xiaolan sniffed, and took a few deep breaths, only to feel that the pain in his chest faded a little.

"Ugh……"

  She moved her steps, picked up the corners of her robe, and continued to walk forward.

Walking deeper and deeper in the woods, Xiaolan didn't know where she was going, but this body seemed to know, and walked straight forward with Xiaolan's consciousness. At the moment when the sky was faintly bright, At the end of Xiaolan's sight, a wooden house in the forest appeared.

  The wooden house is green all over, and Xiaolan approached in surprise, only to find that the turquoise on the surface of the wooden house comes from moss and creeper climbing on the roof and walls. The doors and windows of the wooden house are closed tightly, standing quietly on the open space, like a coffin.

  The sun climbed very fast at the zenith, Xiaolan quietly walked to the side of the wooden house and looked in the window.

  The eye sockets are slightly enlarged, and the feeling just now becomes real.

  In the wooden house, there is really a coffin.

  In the center of the house, a simple thin wooden coffin lies. The lid of the coffin is opened and placed aside. From Xiaolan's perspective, the inside of the coffin cannot be seen.

   "Call—"

   Xiaolan scratched his head and walked around to the front door.

Push door.

   There was a creaking sound from under the door, the door was not locked, but maybe it was too long, and the door panel and the door frame seemed inextricably indistinguishable.

   "Crimes and sins."

  Xiaolan apologized sincerely, picked up her skirt, raised her foot, and slammed up.

   squeak-bang!

  The fragile door panel fell to the ground, and the creeper on the roof slammed and fell. The door panel that fell in the house stirred up dust and smoke. Xiaolan waved away the dust and craned her neck to look inside.

  Except for the coffin, there seems to be nothing else.

  Xiaolan's eyes moved down.

and many more!

  A string of footprints stretched from the side of the coffin.

  Footprints were printed on the thick dust, starting from the side of the coffin, and disappearing at the door.

  Someone has come out from there.

   is inside the coffin...

  Xiaolan was a little bit scared, she turned her head and looked behind her to confirm that she was OK.

  Don’t think about it, Xiaolan nodded his head, don’t be afraid, it’s not necessarily the dead that came out of the coffin.

  And...the dead are nothing to be afraid of.

   Thinking of this, Xiaolan's courage grew. She lifted the corner of her skirt and walked in the door on her toes.

   approached the coffin...

  Xiaolan's heartbeat is accelerating.

  She stared at the coffin closely, the lid next to the coffin, and the inside of the coffin...

  She opened her eyes wide and raised a sigh.

  There are people in the coffin!

   is not empty!

  In the coffin, there is a man with a mask lying.

   Xiaolan blinked, squatted to the side of the coffin slowly, and stared down.

The man wore a dark robe, which was just as long as his feet. The mask on his face was also black. There were no holes for light and ventilation in the mask, but a complete inverted triangular black wooden board with a drawing on it. An odd pattern.

  Eyes, nose, mouth, and the face on the mask are all painted with red paint. The eyebrows are straight and fierce. This pattern makes Xiaolan feel uneasy.

  The dead body’s hands were overlapped on the abdomen. Although the hands were not as full of flesh and skin as Xiaolan, they were not like the hands of a dead person, more like...an old man.

   Xiaolan turned her side and saw the white hair faintly exposed under the mask.

  She reached out and grabbed the edge of the mask.

  Uncovered.

  A gray-haired old man lying in the coffin with his eyes closed.

  The wrinkles and expression on the old man’s face solidified at this moment. His face was serene, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth. The sun swirled in, and a few rays of light spilled on the old man, his silver hair was still shining.

   Xiaolan tested the old man's snort.

   is indeed a dead person.

  It was like the moment he died, time stopped.

  There are still several masses of dried soil on the edge of the coffin. It seems that someone has dug out the coffin of the buried old man and hid it here.

   Xiaolan looked at that line of footprints squarely.

  So it should be the owner of the footprint that did all this, right?

  Xiaolan walked to the edge of the footprints, squatted down to check carefully.

  Footprints are very slender and petite. They should be left by women. The footprints are not covered with heavy dust again, so... they were left not long ago.

   Xiaolan looked around again vigilantly.

There is no one near   .

  No...other things.

   Xiaolan stood up, returned to the coffin, looked down at the old man for a few seconds, and then turned his head.

  She was stunned.

  She looked at the line of footprints.

  The line of footprints is exactly the same as the footprints I just left.

  (End of this chapter)