Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 657 I am a good person

  Longevity Prophet, who is the old man?

  Fire Lotus, that is, he stole the Prophet’s coffin?

   "Ah, no wonder..."

   Xiaolan suddenly realized, and suddenly understood why he was being chased down.

   But anyway, Huolian, as someone who has some relationship with the prophet, should be given preferential treatment, right?

  Of course, provided that she did not dig her grave.

   Xiaolan fumbled around on the stone stele carefully, but she found nothing new. She stood in place and pondered for a while, knelt down and lifted the curtain on the incense stand, and took a look down the stage.

  Sure enough!

There are two dark red futons under the altar table. The futons are strong red, just like the curtains. On one of the futons, a thin book is placed.

   Xiaolan reached out and took out the book. The cover was brand new, with four large characters written on the title page.

  Longevity Prophet.

  Open it.

   Xiaolan squinted his eyes and read quickly. When the neat ink characters on the first line came into view, Xiaolan became excited.

  Great, this book is for the old man.

  She finished reading verbatim and was a little disappointed again.

  I read it, but I don’t seem to read it again.

  There is no detailed introduction in the book. It only briefly explains the fact that “he is a prophet”, and then describes the old man’s appearance when he was young, without mentioning the old man’s family or anyone else he knew.

  After reading the last word, Xiaolan flipped back unwillingly.

   is indeed gone.

   gives a feeling of abrupt end.

  Will... the rest of the content is in other books?

  She opened the curtain and glanced again.

  Even if there are other books, they are not here.

   "Oh."

   Xiaolan carefully put the book back to its original position and restored everything to its original state. He raised his eyes to the back door and swept up unconsciously.

  There is a statue of a **** in the ancestral hall of Lianshui Village, which seems to be where she is standing at the moment.

  There was no handle on the door, only a black cloth strip hung on a nail. At this time, the other end of the cloth strip was tied to the door frame, closing the door loosely.

The cloth strips were tightly wound around the door frame. Xiaolan lost his patience when he dismantled it. His strength became stronger and stronger. Finally, when the last piece of cloth strips came down from the door frame, there was a bang. Was torn off by Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan held the cloth strip in his hand and watched the wooden door slowly open in front of him.

  Squeak——

  Everything outside the door came into view.

  Tree, moon, night, and a dark figure.

  People? !

  The figure whizzed around and let out a short scream.

  "Don't!" Xiaolan reacted quickly, and rushed directly at the figure, "Don't shout!"

   "Ah! You!...Um!..."

   Xiaolan had no choice but to put the cloth strip into the man’s mouth.

  The man made random gestures with both hands. After seeing Xiaolan's appearance, the man became quieter, and Xiaolan stopped the grappling action when he saw Xiaolan's appearance, and looked at the man's appearance.

  This is a little boy about ten years old. His height is only as high as her chest. The little boy was caught behind his back with both hands, and he was watching himself at the same time.

   "You...you are not allowed to scream!" Xiaolan threatened in a low voice, "Otherwise...or I won't take out the things in your mouth!"

  The little boy blinked his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and vomited the dirty cloth strips out of his mouth with a "pooh".

   "I recognize you!" The boy also lowered his voice, "You are a ghost, and my mother said you are the ghost that killed the prophet!"

   "You...your mother lied to you," Xiaolan glanced around anxiously, "I'm a good person."

   "My mother said, good people never say that they are good people."

   "...how old are you? Is your mother telling you this now?"

   "Did you really kill the prophet?" the boy asked curiously and eagerly, "If you tell me, I won't tell the lord about your presence here."

  How do you feel weird?

  Isn’t the right to speak still in your own hands?

   "I..."

  Just as Xiaolan wanted to open her mouth to teach the little boy, she heard a noise coming from outside the ancestral hall.

  Someone is coming!

  The scream must have awakened the nearby villagers.

  Xiaolan quickly searched for a hiding place within her sight, and the little boy was quietly grasped by her hands.

  She looked left and right, cold sweat was oozing out of her forehead.

   "There!" The little boy said in a voice of breath, seeing her appearance, "There can be Tibetans."

  The crowd had arrived on the dirt road outside the ancestral hall, and their voices became clearer and clearer.

   "Where?"

  The little boy pointed forward with his chin, "There, in the stove."

  In front of the two, it was the crematorium.

   "Is this... OK?"

   "Okay, they never look here," the little boy nodded desperately, "I've been hiding several times."

  What is the ingredient of this child? It was so fierce.

  The two moved to the door of the furnace, Xiaolan thought for a moment, and let go of the boy's hands.

   "You go in first." She said pretentiously.

  She decided to take back the right to speak.

  The boy opened the furnace door swiftly and got in with great skill. He retracted inside the furnace cavity and waved at Xiaolan.

   "Hurry up, they are coming over."

   Ah, how come you are acting like a criminal gang?

   Xiaolan dignifiedly got into the stove, closing the stove door, and muttering quietly, "I didn't hide from them because I was scared, I just..."

   "I know, you are a good person," the boy said perfunctorily, "Hush—"

  The boy raised his ears and listened to the movement outside the furnace.

  Who is running for his life?

  Xiaolan even thought, this little boy would not have committed more serious crimes than her, right?

  The sound of opening the door sounded, and the crowd rushed into the ancestral hall from the main entrance.

  Another faint footstep appeared nearby.

   Xiaolan took a sharp breath, and the boy covered her mouth.

   Xiaolan glanced at the boy strangely, but did not dare to make any movements.

   "Meow..."

   A meow sounded against the stove door.

  Footsteps...

After    there was a rustle of friction, and the tabby cat seemed to pick up something from the ground and tore it.

  At the same time, the creak of the door opened suddenly less than five meters away from them.

  Human gasps, human footsteps.

   "Anyone?" A woman's voice.

   "No, it's a cat," another woman complained, "I'm still a ghost... this **** cat."

  The woman spitted viciously, and the tabby cat yelled sharply. It should have been kicked and ran away griefly.

   "What? Just a cat?" Another woman asked, "What happened just now? Is it also a cat?"

   "It should be," said the woman who kicked the cat. "The dead cat has torn off the cloth again. Hurry up and tie another one."

   "Just use this one..."

   "Forget it, I was bitten by a cat and it was sticky and dirty..."

  The women gradually moved away. As their voices disappeared, Xiaolan and the little boy looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

  (End of this chapter)