Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 653 Cemetery

   Xiaolan held his face in both hands, staring at the reflection in the glass for a long time.

  Huolian is really a woman?

  If you say that you are currently using the identity of the fire lotus, then what you have experienced is what happened to the fire lotus.

  Xiaolan's eyes fell on the old man's corpse again.

  Why did she dig out this coffin?

   Xiaolan tightened her lips and returned to the old man. She rubbed the jade pendant, feeling the mottled touch brought by the scratches.

  She understood her next plan.

  She must first know the identity of the old man.

   Xiaolan put the jade pendant into her arms and turned her head to look out the door. At this time, the sun was just right, and the sky and the earth were looming. It was not a good opportunity for secretly crossing the warehouse, and it was not suitable for sneaking into the village.

  Wait until the evening.

   Xiaolan repeatedly apologized and searched the old man's body twice, but found nothing else.

  She sat next to the coffin, looked at the woods and sunshine outside the window, and sighed softly.

  A corpse was lying behind her, but somehow, Xiaolan's heart was full of warmth and safety.

  Appropriately speaking, it is the feeling of this body.

   is the feeling this old man brings to the fire lotus.

That scene appeared in front of Xiaolan's eyes. Huolian dug out the coffin buried in the soil little by little, but couldn’t open it. So she could only use a rope, and perhaps a cart, to sneak the old man’s coffin into the forest. , Brought into the green house, like a little mouse hiding her most precious thing, she opened the coffin and looked at the old man’s face, maybe she had also sat next to the coffin and looked at the sun just like herself, Looking forward to the sunset...

   Then she left.

   Xiaolan stared at the fresh trail of footprints.

  No footprints coming in, only footprints going out.

  I discovered this by myself!

  There is only one explanation.

   Xiaolan’s breathing quickened a bit.

  When Huolian entered the house with the coffin, there was no dust on the ground of the green house, and then she stayed here for a long, long time, until the ground was covered with dust before leaving.

After    left, he was arrested by the villagers and executed by fire.

headache……

   Xiaolan pressed her temples and shook her head severely.

  Why can't Huolian tell herself directly what she is going to do? Why do you want to let yourself guess?

  And...this time I walked out of the forest, I might be arrested by the villagers and barbecued again.

  Why does Huolian want to let herself experience her life?

  Is there anything special about yourself?

  Until the twilight and the sun dissipated, Xiaolan still had only a lot more mysteries in her mind. She bowed to the corpse of the old man and closed the door of the green house intimately before leaving.

   "Hoo..."

   Xiaolan shook her shoulders, took up the long and thick cumbersome skirt and tied it behind her, and dived into the night.

  Return along the original road...

  When I came to the edge of the jungle, the sky was already gloomy and dark, and there were no people visible by the lake. Xiao Lan crouched vigilantly, bypassing the lake, and came to the lake where he fell into the water.

  There was a pile of black charcoal on the shore. It was the remains of the fire that I almost cooked last night. The container was gone. It should have been taken back by the villagers and used when I was caught next time.

   Xiaolan hides behind a bunch of flowers and trees, looking at the village not far away.

  First of all, this is not Lianshui Village.

  At least not the Lianshui Village she remembered.

  There is no artificial light in the village. The faint light of the stars and the moon outlines the peaceful outline of the village. The small thatched houses are neatly arranged in the moonlight, and no people are visible on the spacious dirt road.

  Xiaolan carefully moved her gaze from the east to the west of the village, and then stopped at the westernmost side of the village.

  A columnar structure slightly taller than the chimneys of other thatched houses faintly appeared behind the thatched houses.

  The chimney?

   Xiaolan straightened up and looked into the distance.

  I can only see the highest point of the "chimney", and the other parts are blocked by the thatched cottage.

  Go over and take a look.

Xiaolan used a tree trunk as a cover and approached the chimney. The full picture of the chimney has not yet been revealed. When Xiaolan's gaze turned, she suddenly found that there were a few slanted tombstones on her left. The tombstones were scattered among the woods. Looking along the tombstones, I finally found the cemetery hidden in the cypress forest.

  The old man’s coffin should be dug from here, right?

Xiaolan ran to the cemetery happily. Most of the tombstones in the cemetery are neatly arranged. Perhaps the wild graves scattered among the trees are helpless wild graves. Xiaolan inspects all the graves one by one, checking the soil. Are there any traces of recent excavations?

  Later, she found that the step of checking her grave bag was really unnecessary.

  Because, in the very center of the cemetery, a large black pit is visible. The pit is just the size of a coffin. The soil in the pit has dried up. Sure enough, the coffin has been dug away for a while.

  The outer periphery of this tomb is surrounded by three full circles of blue-gray masonry, which looks solemn. No other tombs have this treatment, and this tomb is located in the middle of the cemetery. This should be the best area.

  Xiaolan looked around and searched again.

  What about tombstones? Shouldn't a monument be erected in front of such a tomb with identity?

   Xiaolan searched the corners of the cemetery, and there were no extra tombstones. It seems that the old man’s tombstone was either stolen by the fire lotus or taken away by the villagers.

   Xiaolan is a little disappointed. The tombstone can explain a lot of things, including the identity of the old man, and even his relationship with Huolian, but he did not get anything for nothing. At least I know that the old man’s status in the village is not low.

  So I can't be caught even more.

   Xiaolan regained his strength, and then walked to the tall chimney, bypassing the last row of thatched huts. When the full picture of the chimney appeared against the black background, Xiaolan couldn't help taking a breath.

  Although this place is completely different from Lianshui Village, the existence of this chimney proves the relationship between the two.

  On the back of the village, a decent ancestral hall was erected. All parts of the ancestral hall were made of smooth red wood. Behind the ancestral hall is the chimney.

  That is not an ordinary chimney.

  That is the incinerator used by Lianshui Village to burn corpses, which is the fire lotus that the villagers have inherited from generation to generation.

  ***

  Shen Fu lay on his back in the tent, looking at the starry sky outside the plastic roof.

  "You go to bed first," the fool sorted his sleeping bag, "Baomu and I are on a two-hour shift, and then I call you."

   "No... I don't think it is necessary," Shen Fu quickly sat up, "I don't need to sleep, you should need it, you sleep, I'll watch the night."

  He has completely accepted the difference between himself and the two. According to his theory, the gap between the dead is actually very small compared to the gap between the living and the living.

"Can you?"

   "There is nothing wrong," Shen Fu got out of the tent, "I'm here to watch the night, you can sleep, rest assured, I will wake you up if something happens."

  (End of this chapter)