Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 671 Three Books

  This question was unexpected to Xiaolan.

   "Long... longevity?"

  The boy's eyes flashed, and he nodded enthusiastically.

   "My father, my mother, as well as the adults in the village, all said that the prophet can really live forever, of course, when there are no accidents."

   Now unexpectedly, the Prophet of Longevity was "killed" by a ghost.

   Xiaolan turned her head a little dissatisfied, "I don't know."

  "But you are the prophet..." The boy stopped talking, "Don't you know?"

   "Others have been buried by you, and you asked me if he can live forever?" Xiaolan stretched out his hands impatiently, "I'm afraid he doesn't even know it."

   "The adults said," the boy shrank back, "The prophet was able to live forever, because he married you, so..."

   Xiaolan sighed.

  She had heard of this theory from Ermao.

  Could it be this kid who told him?

   "To be honest, I really don't know," Xiaolan said truthfully, "I may not know as much about the prophet as you do."

  The two were silent.

  After a while, the boy yelled, "Prophet's matter..."

  His voice was as low as he was talking to himself, Xiaolan couldn't hear him clearly.

"what?"

   "Yes, that..." The boy sat up straight, "The prophet's things seem to have been written into the book by the adults."

"Book?"

  Xiaolan thought of the thin book under the altar of the ancestral hall.

  "It should be...there are so few books..." The boy raised his eyes to pay attention to Xiaolan's expression, and hesitated.

How many? Isn't there only one?

  "How many books are there?"

   "Probably... three books," the boy recalled, "I don't know too much."

  "Have you read the contents of the book?"

"Of course I haven't read them. Those books were written by the adults after the prophet died. I shouldn't have known it. I just...I just accidentally glanced at the cover of the book," the boy said. " You must not speak out."

  I want to say, who do you tell me?

  "Where are those books now?" Xiaolan couldn't sit still after hearing useful news, "Are they at your house?"

  "Not in my house, the books are all placed in the prophet’s coffin, and he was buried with the prophet," the boy blinked, "the prophet’s coffin was not for you..."

  Yes, I was poached by myself.

  No, it was poached by Fire Lotus.

  But there are no books in the coffin, and the only remaining book returned to the ancestral hall. What happened?

  "Did you not see?" The boy asked tentatively.

   Ask you when I see it?

   Seeing Xiaolan's eyes, the boy closed his mouth wittily.

   But only closed for a while, and within a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you fall somewhere? Why don't you go find it?"

  This plan sounds outrageous, but it seems...it makes sense.

   After all, it seems that if you want to know what happened to the prophet, you can only pass those books except for directly rushing to the adult villagers who have an enemy.

  The boy saw that Xiaolan's expression became looser, so he said, "I can help you find it together."

   Xiaolan immediately squinted at him.

   "I...I mean... After all, the village is so big and the mountains are so big, it should be hard to find..." The boy said with a guilty conscience, "I can...I can be with you..."

   "Why are you helping me?"

  The boy hesitated for a while, and seemed to be considering whether to tell the truth with Xiaolan.

   "Tell the truth." Xiaolan ordered.

   "I'm just... very curious," the boy's shoulders were pulled down, "The longevity thing..."

   Xiaolan picked up her arm, and accidentally poked her broken finger on her waist, and she almost screamed out in pain.

  Why is this kid so curious about longevity?

   "Are you curious about this?"

   "Just... curious," the boy muttered.

   Xiaolan looked at the little fat man in front of him.

  Round belly, plump cheeks, and smart eyes.

  诶, why are you familiar?

   Xiaolan tilted his head, trying to look at him from another angle.

  This face is really familiar.

Where have you seen   ?

   "I can help you avoid them," the boy thought for a long time, and finally put forward his biggest bargaining chip with a resolute expression, "that is, my mother and them."

"your mom?"

  The boy nodded vigorously, "My mother led the other aunts to arrest you."

  After speaking, he realized that he seemed to be unable to say such things in front of the wanted person, but it was too late to regret, and Xiaolan's face had changed.

   "The person your mother brought?"

   "Uh...um...um..." The boy raised his hand, "That's because my father is the village head, and my mother doesn't hate you."

  Nonsense, she went to catch me in person last night.

  The boy thought Xiaolan was angry. In fact, Xiaolan was frowning and thinking about the boy's words seriously.

  Let him follow him, it seems...in the worst case, he can still be a hostage.

  But, Ermao has been killed by Huolian, if this little fat guy also follows him, will he...

  But you can’t actually control the fate of others, can you?

   "Do you really want to follow me?"

  The boy's eyes lit up, and he nodded so that his head was almost thrown off.

   "Then if we really meet other villagers..."

   "I will cover you," the boy patted his fleshy chest, "It's really not good, you can still use me to threaten them."

  Hey, yes, this kid has a good understanding.

   "That..." Xiaolan landed on her feet and stood up, "I am ready to go now."

   "I will go and I will go too," the boy also plopped and jumped out of the bed, "Now everyone in the village should be looking for Ermao, it's safe, I'll take you down the path..."

  The boy enthusiastically pulled up Xiaolan's sleeves, and this enthusiasm made Xiaolan at a loss.

   "You don't need to hold me, I'll just follow you..."

  "Then you have to bend down and be careful. I will take you to the road I usually take with Ermao."

   "That's right," Xiaolan said, "What if your parents come back and find out that you are not there?"

   "They won't doubt it," the little fat man didn't turn his head back, waving his hand casually, "They just think that I'm also looking for Ermao... and I guess they won't be back today."

   "Is that so?"

   "Yes, the mountain is so big, it's very slow to find people." The boy opened the door and went out to look around. "The villagers looked for you for a long time."

  Ah, like this.

  As a result, I was run away by myself.

   "They said you ran into the ghost forest, is it true?" Before going out, the boy turned his head and asked Xiaolan one last question.

   "Ghost Forest?"

   "It's the black wood on the opposite side of the pond."

   "Ah, oh, is that ghost forest?"

  The boy nodded.

   "I got in there..."

  After hearing Xiaolan’s affirmative answer, the boy became even more excited. He almost cheered out, "Then let's find it from the ghost forest first and go."

  (End of this chapter)