Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 665 She was here

  The weird idol was covered with large patches of gray-white floating dust, which looked like some kind of light spots had formed on the idol, making this weird idol appear sacred.

  As they arrived, the grayish white faded and disappeared, and finally disappeared on the stone tablet.

  Luo Jiutian was really stunned for a while.

   "That's right," Luo Jiutian's body only moved his lips, "That evil spirit has been here."

   "You mean, she is gone now?"

  Luo Jiutian slowly recovered, and nodded, "Yes, otherwise the traces of hidden thunder will not disappear completely, but will point out the current location of the evil spirit."

  The two moved to the foot of the statue and looked up at the stone monument on the statue.

   "It seems that nothing has changed." Luo Jiutian said.

   "No," Tao Chang pointed his finger at the text on the stone tablet, "Nine days, there is an extra scratch here."

  The first daylight and the surviving moonlight spilled in from the gap in the roof, just to reflect the appearance of the stone monument.

  Luo Jiutian looked along Daochang’s fingers.

  Yes, there is a shallow scratch on the text of the stele.

  The scratch is very shallow, but they can still be sure that this trace did not exist before.

  And this scratch is printed on the word "Lian".

  The two looked at each other.

   "It seems that this evil spirit has some connection with the fire lotus." said the Taoist.

   Luo Jiutian agreed, "Dao Master, do you think she is looking for Huolian?"

   "It's very likely," the Taoist stood up, "Go, let's go to the crematorium behind."

  The two opened the back door again and came to the crematorium. Luo Jiutian looked at the whole picture of the crematorium. The light changed, and the appearance of the crematorium seemed to have changed.

  Luo Jiutian blinked his eyes and looked intently.

Do not! It has really changed!

   "The Daoist!" Luo Jiutian immediately stopped the Daoist who was turning and closing the door, "The door is open!"

  The Taoist chief turned around in a hurry.

"door?"

   "The door of the crematorium!" Luo Jiutian excitedly pointed to the concealed iron door, "It was closed when we came just now. I can guarantee that it is now open!"

  Tao Master pulled Luo Jiutian behind him, and the two of them stared at the door vigilantly.

  The half-human-tall iron gate seemed to have opened an eye, and through the pitch-black gap, he was also observing them.

  The two waited quietly for a while, but there was still no movement in the door.

   Luo Jiutian craned his neck, leaning over Dao Chang’s ear and whispered, "At least that evil spirit has not been here."

  Daochang nodded, he turned his hand to draw out a strange-shaped charm, put the charm on the palm of his hand and rubbed it for a while, then slammed it towards the iron gate.

The    charms spread out in the air and changed into the appearance of a villain. The villain walked upright on the ground, looking naive, and actually a little cute.

  Luo Jiutian stared at the serious Dao Master, thinking that this man still has this hand.

  "This is a Transfiguration Curse, there is no other use," said the Taoist humbly, "I can only find a way to help us clear the mines."

As he was talking, the villain of the charm had entered the crematorium along the gap, and after disappearing for a few seconds, the earthy yellow color appeared again, but not in the form of a villain, but changed back into it. The appearance of the spell floated out from the crack in the door.

The    charm fell on Dao Chang's feet, Dao Chang bent over to pick it up, frowning.

   "What does this mean? Safe?" Luo Jiutian asked.

  The Taoist sighed and shook his head, "My talisman has failed again."

  Luo Jiutian looked at the spell, then at the door, "Forget it, I'll go in and take a look."

  Unexpectedly, the Taoist leader did not stop him, but seriously pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "Nine days, I have a final warning, if there is no accident, don't call out the Panlong Pond."

   "Hmm, I must remember," Luo Jiutian became nervous, "Dao Master, what are you talking about at this time?"

  Tao Chang patted Luo Jiutian on the shoulder, and walked up to the crematorium, "You are waiting outside, I will go in."

   "Hey, Dao Chief..." A strange feeling appeared in Luo Jiutian's heart, "You...Why can't we go in together?"

   "I'll go in first to confirm. If there is no problem, you can enter again."

  There is nothing wrong with this plan, but what is going on with this sense of anxiety?

   "Or I will go in."

   "No, nine days," the Taoist said vaguely, "I can find you."

"what?"

  Tao leader stopped talking nonsense, and went straight to the crematorium, and opened the rusted iron door. The old gray smoke condensed into a tangy smell, which spread to the surroundings.

  Luo Jiutian coughed, seeing Dao Chang bend over and walk into the dark interior of the crematorium, hiding in the darkness.

  A hand stretched out from the darkness and hooked the handle on the inside of the iron door, making a gesture to close the door.

   "Daoist," Luo Jiutian shouted, bending over, "Why are you closing the door?..."

  He was stunned.

  That is not the hand of the Taoist leader.

  "Daoist!"

Luo Jiutian reacted in an instant, screaming to grab the iron gate, but that hand strength Dodge was so fast, Luo Jiutian's hand just touched the edge of the iron gate, the door closed like a wind. Hearing a loud bang, the iron door returned to the door frame perfectly.

   "Master!" Luo Jiutian desperately slapped the old iron door, grabbing the handle outside the door and pulling it hard, but the iron door didn't move.

  Luo Jiutian’s first reaction was to call Panlong Pond with a backhand. However, the Dao Master’s words seemed to be repeated in his ears. He gritted his teeth and retracted his hand, and continued to kick the iron gate.

   "Master! Can you hear it?..."

   "Master! Are you okay?..."

  The door is still so quiet, no different from when they first arrived.

Luo Jiutian sweated profusely and stood up panting heavily.

  Suddenly, an inexplicable irritating smell poured into his nose.

  He couldn't hold back, he opened his mouth and coughed.

  Smoke smell.

  Not the smell of smoke in the crematorium, but the smell of fresh smoke, the smell of something burning.

  He turned around.

   Luo Jiutian gasped.

  The sun has emerged, and the hazy sunlight enveloped the early morning Lianshui Village. Over the village, there are countless gray-yellow confetti floating densely, some of which are burning.

  Luo Jiutian walked a few steps forward, a piece of confetti suddenly landed in midair, and he reached out and caught it.

  The paper scraps were still burning, and the black at the edges rolled to the red and yellow in the center. Luo Jiutian turned the paper scraps and looked down.

  His breathing seemed to lag.

  He recognizes this thing.

   is a spell.

  There are countless burning spells floating above Lianshui Village.

   Luo Jiutian's back gradually became cold.

  This is not a spell from the Taoist leader.

  This is the spell of Lianshui Village, a blood spell used by the villagers to suppress the unjust souls of death.

  These spells are being destroyed and burning.

  (End of this chapter)