Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 651 Village Chief

  Dao Master raised his eyes and saw the same confused expression on Luo Jiutian's face.

   "Isn't this village called Lianshui Village?"

   "That's right." The Taoist nodded.

   "The Fire Lotus Village is..."

   "Perhaps..." The Taoist chief checked the old cover of the three books, "Huolian Village was its former name?"

   "Did the book mention the reason for the name change?"

   "No," the Taoist master turned over the last two pages of the second book. "The second book is over here, and it is said that the longevity man has become the longevity prophet...what about the third book?"

   Luo Jiutian frowned, clutching the third book, turning a few pages forward, and then turning back a few pages.

   "Nine days, what is written in the third book?"

  "It was torn off," Luo Jiutian showed the pages of the book. "The parts with words have been torn off."

   Judging from the height of the spine, the third book should be the thickest, but the paper in the middle has been torn clean, leaving only a few blank pages.

  Who did it?

  Dao Chang's gaze moved back to the corridor.

  Did the owner tear it off?

   "This kind of village history books are actually placed in his home, indicating that his family's status in the village is unusual." Luo Jiutian said quickly.

  The chief thought of something, "the village chief."

   "The village chief? Is this the village chief's house?"

Dao Chang recalled the scene two years ago, the villagers with torches chased them down the mountain, and the sinister-eyed man standing in front of Miao Miao's father's car.

   "I still remember the appearance of the head of Lianshui Village," the chief ran towards the corridor, "Quick, let's go and see."

   Luo Jiutian quickly followed, and the two ran to the door closer to them. The Taoist commander grabbed the doorknob and opened it a little bit.

  Squeak——

  It seemed as if he hadn't heard the harsh opening of the door.

   Luo Jiutian was inexplicably nervous, he turned his head and looked at it carefully, and then grabbed Daolong's sleeve anxiously.

  The darkness in the room appears.

  Because the two have adapted to the dark environment, they quickly see the furnishings in the room.

  Sure enough, this is a bedroom. A large brick bed stands in the middle of the room, and a fuzzy figure is lying flat on the bed.

  The two approached.

  The bed and the ground are dark, and a thin layer of dust and smoke will be brought up when you walk around. The bedroom is burned much more severely than the living room. There are no surviving quilts and pillows on the bed. There is only a lonely person.

  The two stopped by the bed.

  Dao Chang curled his eyebrows and said nothing.

   "Is she the village head?" Luo Jiutian asked.

   Lying on the bed is a well-dressed middle-aged woman.

  The woman's eyes are closed, her expression is solemn, and there are three deep Sichuan characters in the middle of her brows, which really looks like a respected look.

   "It's not..." The Taoist chief was a little disappointed, "The village chief is a man."

   "Oh," Luo Jiutian's voice sank, "That shouldn't be this person."

  After all, this woman has not even spread her hair bun, as if she is showing her presence, she is tied tightly on the top of her head.

  Dao Chang nodded slowly, then he twisted his body, "Let’s go to another room and have a look."

  The two of them went out and closed the door. Although they had been light-hearted, the noise was not small, and the woman on the bed still had no response.

  The second door is no different from the first door, but when the Taoist finger touched the doorknob, he shuddered.

"what happened?"

   "It's cold," said the Taoist, "this doorknob is very cold."

"cold?"

  Luo Jiutian reached out and touched it. The metal handle was as cold as if it had been frozen outdoors at minus 30 degrees for a few hours, and it was even a little sticky, which reminded Luo Jiutian of licking the big iron gate in winter when he was a child.

  Thinking of this, his tongue spins a little, "There may be a problem, please be careful."

  The Taoist leader did not utter a word, but held the handle tightly and twisted it.

  Push away.

  A sharp door opened sounded, and at the same time, a strong rancid smell was greeted.

  The two of them suffered a sap from this sudden biochemical weapon, and their footsteps floated a little. Luo Jiutian grabbed the Daoist and shook his head, and the Venus in front of him disappeared little by little.

   "What's the smell?" Luo Jiutian asked with a sharp throat, twisting his nose.

Daochang’s face was green, he turned his head and coughed quickly, took a deep breath, held his breath, and pushed the door wide open.

  Luo Jiutian originally squinted his eyes and looked in, and his eyes widened with just one glance.

  There is light in the room.

  A group of orange fire lit up opposite the room facing the door, and above the flame, there was a man's face.

   "Not good!" Dao Chang flew over, took off his jacket and greeted him on the flames.

  Luo Jiutian can see clearly, where is a face on the flame, this is a person burning!

  He reacted quickly and immediately joined the fire brigade.

  The flame burned more and more vigorously. The strange thing was that, apart from the pungent rancid smell, there seemed to be no smell of dust and smoke.

  Only fire, no smoke.

   "Nine days, that's him!" The Taoist roared loudly, "He is the head of Lianshui Village!"

   "It's him?!" Luo Jiutian rushed into the fire even more vigorously, but the fire was not small.

  The head of the village stood upright in the middle of the room, and he remained motionless despite the flames licking on him.

  Dao Master dropped his coat, took out two charms from his pocket, shouted "Relieve the fire", and threw the charm between his fingers to the flame.

The    charm flew into the fire lightly, fell on the village chief’s shoulder, and then slid from his shoulder to the ground.

Useless.

  Dao Chang gasped hard, looking at the fire in disbelief.

  Luo Jiutian was also stupid, he slowly stopped his movements and stood beside the Taoist master.

   "I see," Luo Jiutian throws off his sleeves, "I have to use my Beaulieu..."

   "No, nine days," the Taoist leader immediately held down his hand, "it's useless, we can't extinguish this fire at all."

   "Do you know what's going on?"

   "I can guess..." The Taoist leader picked up the two undamaged coats, "It may be him who pushed me down the well just now."

"he……"

  Luo Jiutian hadn't said what he said, and the village head suddenly let out a long sigh.

  The sound is very long, it sounds like something is leaking.

  As the long tone sounded, the village head slowly opened his eyes.

"Crow……"

  He spoke, and his voice was harsh and harsh, like a cold wind blowing through a dilapidated thatched house, like the claws of the night scratching outside the door.

   "...to go home..."

  The two of them turned pale.

   "Sophora japonica will fall asleep..."

  The village chief’s lips opened and closed rigidly, and the sound of these words was poured into the ears of the two people clearly.

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

  The last word landed.

  The flame burst into the sky instantly, enclosing the village chief. After the hot orange-red disappeared in front of the two of them, there was only dust and dust around, and the man's shadow was never seen again.

  (End of this chapter)