Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 655 God Statue

"what?"

  Shen Fu didn't dare to recognize it, but of course he didn't want to recognize it.

   "This is...your hand," Bao Mu pointed to Shen Fu's empty sleeve, "You should be able to recognize it."

  How do you recognize it? Rely on recognition?

   "No...no..." Shen Fu shook his shoulders left and right, "How is this possible?"

   Baomu expressed regret with a tilted head, "but they do belong to you."

   "But why would my hands attack me? How could they...how could they move?"

   "I think they might be affected by some kind of force," said the fool. "Like the man who committed suicide, he was possessed by things in the mountains... Do you remember the man who committed suicide?"

  The last sentence was addressed to Baomu.

  Baomu nodded slowly, lowering his head to ponder something.

   "I suspect that they were affected by the same power," the fool continued, "This knife is the key. The man committed suicide with this knife, and your hands are also afraid of this knife."

  The knife that traverses the two bones is the Swiss army knife used by the man when he commits suicide.

   "When did you get this knife?" Shen Fu shrank back, still a little taboo.

   "Ah, I took it while you didn't pay attention...otherwise you would be scared if you see it."

  Shen Fu immediately straightened his neck pretending to be fearless when he saw that his mind was pierced by someone.

   "Anyway, your hands are back." The fool took the skeleton hand off the blade of the saber and handed it to Shen Fu, "Take it away."

   "I...this..." Shen Fu didn't mean to accept this pile of bones.

"What's wrong?"

   "I thought about it, but I still feel that they don't belong to me anymore," Shen Fu sighed, "I want to find my hands that know the piano, not the hands that want to kill."

   "Then you really think too much," the idiot took back the skeleton hand, "you have always been the one who knows the piano. It's your own heart and brain. What do you know with your hands?"

  Shen Fu stared at the fool's face in a daze, as if hit by something.

"Myself…"

   "Yes, Baomu... Baomu? What are you doing?" The fool turned his head and just saw Baomu's weird state.

  Baomu raised his head slightly, as if thinking, but the fool noticed Baomuhui's moving nose.

   "What do you smell?" He hurriedly stood up.

  Baomu closed his eyes and pointed, "That direction."

   "What is it?"

   "It's a bit strange..." Baomu rubbed his nose, "a bit familiar, but not completely familiar..."

  What is that stuff?

  The two were confused by Baomu's words. At this moment, there was a rustling noise from the tent behind them.

   "Woohoo!"

  A faint beam of light came out from between the tent zippers, and accompanied by the rustling sound of the little paws stepping on the grass, the Son of Light ran to the owner excitedly, and his two front paws kept scratching Baomu’s trouser legs.

   "Xiao Guang?" Baomu bent down and took the Son of Light into his arms. "You can smell it too, haven't you?"

  The Child of Light wiped his eyes, apparently just waking up, he licked Baomu, and then yelled twice in that direction.

   "It seems that it also recognizes the smell," the fool helped Shen Fu and protected him behind him, "Is it alone? Or a group of people?"

   "Actually, it doesn't look like a human..." Baomu tightened his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on the child of Light. Seeing his happy appearance with his tail wagging, the answer to the question suddenly appeared, "I remember! Gecko!"

"Gecko?"

   "Yes! It's the smell of that gecko!" Baomu looked sideways, "It's the dead gecko that was taken back by the Son of Light."

  Not long after, a tiny golden light lit up in the thick black jungle far away, and the golden light, with the scent from the mother's body, was moving quickly towards them.

  ***

  Dao Master and Luo Jiutian stared at the ashes on the ground, not knowing what to say.

   "This dust..." Luo Jiutian said, his voice was a little dumb, "Is it left by the mountain fire, or he just..."

   "It's the ashes from before," the Taoist chief resolutely said, "there was on the ground when we came in, and the village chief burned clean, leaving nothing behind."

   "Will normal fire be like this?"

   "Of course not," Dao Chang squatted down and picked up his two charms from the ashes, "This fire can't burn anything else, it's a strange fire."

   "I'm thinking," Luo Jiutian swallowed, "That little boy under the mountain, isn't it...or else how could he suddenly disappear?"

  The chief nodded heavily, "It's possible."

  He shook off the dust on the spell, and carefully put the spell back into his pocket, looking a little happy.

  Luo Jiutian sighed helplessly. It seems that even if his father subsidized Dao Master’s Huangfu Cinnabar, he would not be able to cure his poverty.

  "The clue here is also broken," the Taoist turned around, and put on that serious look again, "It's almost dawn, nine days, let's go directly to the ancestral hall."

  After a few laps on the village road, the Taoist finally pointed to a chimney not far away that was slightly higher than the other houses, "It's there."

   "That's the fire lotus," Luo Jiutian immediately understood the true face of the chimney, "the crematorium?"

   "That's right."

Unlike other buildings in the village, the ancestral hall is almost all wooden. The gates and pillars have long collapsed and turned into charcoal skewed among the weeds. The main structure of the ancestral hall has also become a ruin. The corpse furnace has now become the only surviving part of the entire ancestral hall.

  The two bypassed the charcoal at the door and entered the territory belonging to the ancestral hall.

  "Which way shall we go around?" Luo Jiutian looked at the small roads on both sides.

   "No, we won't go around," Dao Chang stared straight at the dark ruins, "Let's enter the ancestral hall and pass through the ancestral hall."

   "Would you like to go in? It looks like it might collapse."

  Luo Jiutian could not rest assured of the crumbling roof and beams, but he still followed in the footsteps of Dao Chang.

   "It won't collapse. A bronze statue is enshrined in the ancestral hall, supported by a bronze statue."

   "You haven't told me about the bronze statue."

   "I didn't think that was the point before." Dao Chang bent down and stepped over the wood at the door. "But when I saw the statue of the prophet enshrined in the village chief's house just now, I suddenly felt...it might not be that simple."

   "Are the two statues the same?"

   "I can't remember clearly," said the Taoist chief, "but I remember that when we first saw the bronze statue, we felt something was wrong, but what happened later was too much delay."

  The two are walking in the half-collapsed temple. The ground is full of debris left after burning wood. The roof and walls are ragged and ragged, and there seems to be a danger of a second collapse at any time.

"found it."

  (End of this chapter)