Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 680 Ambush

  The rice bucket seemed to be a little worried, "Hmm...but my house..."

  "What's wrong?" Xiaolan asked knowingly.

   "Auntie," Rice Bucket told the truth, "In case my parents come back..."

  This kid is really worried about this.

   "It's okay," Xiao Lan said earnestly and patted the head of the rice bucket.

   "But what if someone else is there?" said the rice bucket, "then my parents are also in danger?"

   "It makes sense..." Xiaolan pretended to be thoughtful, "There is no way, it can only be this way."

"How to do?"

"When we go back to the village, if the villagers come back, you will be responsible for leading them away. Then I sneak into your house and hide it on the roof of your house, so no one will doubt it. How about ?" Xiaolan put forward her plan.

  Milk seriously considered the difficulty of implementing this plan, "but..."

   "If I was caught by the villagers, this time, I might not be able to run away..."

"Okay, Auntie, I promise you," Xiaolan's bitter plan took effect, and the rice bucket agreed. "We will hide in the bushes behind my house later, I'll lead others away, you come in quickly ."

"Row."

  The two set foot on the way back to the village, the rice bucket hugged the two books tightly to their chests, and looked nervously but expectantly at the village a little closer.

  The good news is that there are no people in the village.

   Rice bucket sighed, "Auntie, we think too much, they may not find Ermao at all."

   Xiaolan nodded, but her eyes were still spinning on the dark windows.

  I always feel...a bit too calm.

   "The villagers are all resting?"

   "It should not be." The rice bucket pointed far to his yard, "If my parents find that we are gone, they will definitely light the lamp. Auntie, look, my house is still dark."

  The logic of the rice bucket is not a problem, and his house is indeed dark.

   Xiaolan squatted among the trees, hesitating.

  I always feel something is wrong.

   "Auntie, let's go quickly," Rice Bucket pulled Xiaolan's sleeve, "They'll be back later."

"Oh……"

  Xiaolan followed the rice bucket out of the bushes, and the two curled up figures quickly crossed the open dirt road and came to the courtyard gate of the rice bucket house.

   Both the courtyard gate and the home gate remained the same as they left when they left, but Xiaolan had an urge to run.

   But, even if you run away, where can you go?

  There is no answer I want elsewhere.

  At the urging of the rice bucket, Xiaolan stepped into the courtyard and then into the quiet living room.

  Empty.

  "Auntie, go up first," the rice bucket straightened the ladder under the roof, "I'll help you watch it outside."

"Ah good."

   Xiaolan stood under the ladder and looked over the open roof door. The roof was dark and it was hard to see if the box was still there.

   Xiaolan grabbed both sides of the ladder and wanted to say something, but the rice bucket had already begun to clean up the mess left by the two before they left. Xiaolan thought for a while, closed her mouth, and raised her foot to step up the ladder.

  The creaking sound of the ladder sounded under her feet, and Xiaolan approached the darkness of the roof a little bit.

  She probed in and took a look.

  With the faint light spilling in the room, Xiaolan saw the outline of the box about two meters away.

Very good! Sure enough, it's still there!

   Xiaolan quickly climbed onto the roof, knelt on the wooden boards on the roof, picked up the box, and smiled relievedly.

  If you guessed right, there is Fire Lotus in it...

  However, in the next second, Xiaolan suddenly felt a cold wind hitting her head. She stared and raised her head, just to see a piece of yellow talisman paper approaching her forehead.

  The talisman paper carried a disgusting smell, and the red lines outlined on the talisman paper were clearly printed on her pupils. The moment she saw the pattern, Xiaolan suddenly lost the strength to avoid it.

Snapped!

   There was a muffled sound.

  咚! ...

  The box in his hand fell, and Xiao Lan looked at the talisman paper covering her forehead in a daze, and slowly leaned over.

  She seemed to have seen her consciousness leave her body with all her strength, Xiaolan fell from the roof door, and before her body heavily touched the ground, the yellow talisman in front of her could not be seen, and she passed out.

  When consciousness returned, Xiaolan first felt the piercing pain.

   "Hmm...see——"

  She stretched out her hand to touch the back of her head and spine, where she felt the most painful.

   hurts even more.

  Are you dreaming?

  The incident that I was attacked by the spell is still vivid, as if it happened in the last second.

now……

  Xiaolan tried to open her somewhat swollen eyes, but nothing changed.

  There is pitch black all around.

  Is still blind?

   "Yes...cough cough...cough cough..."

   Xiaolan wanted to speak, but what he blurted out was a smell of fishy sweetness.

   "Cough cough...cough cough..."

is blood.

  I'm coughing up blood.

   Xiaolan tremblingly wiped off the blood foam from her mouth, resisting the pain and climbing a few steps forward.

  The ground is not completely hard, a layer of soft powder-like object is shrouded in it, exuding a choking smell.

  It looks like something is burnt.

  "Anyone?..." The three indistinct pronunciations squeezed out of Xiaolan's broken vocal cords.

  She climbed a few steps forward, and finally touched something with the fingers of her right hand.

  Hard, rough, cold...

   is masonry.

   Xiaolan touched both sides.

   is a semi-arc-shaped interior wall of masonry.

   Xiaolan suddenly knew where she was.

  The Great Altar.

  This is the place where I once hid, and it is also the place where Ermao died.

  The large altar in Huolian Village.

  They locked themselves in the high altar.

Do not……

"anyone there?……"

   Xiaolan fumbled for the position of the iron door and knocked on the door with her knuckles.

  ‘"Anyone?..." A damp liquid came out of the eye sockets, it should be tears, or it could be blood, "Help me..."

  After a long, long time, finally, a small response sounded from outside the door.

   "Auntie," the voice was full of complaints, and there was some crying, "You lied to me."

   "Rice bucket..." Xiaolan leaned weakly by the door, "I didn't lie to you, I'm really not a bad person."

  "You killed Ermao." His crying made the voice of the rice bucket changed. He strongly restrained his own volume and his emotions.

can not explain.

   Xiaolan opened her mouth silently, only to feel the warm liquid in her eye sockets sliding into her mouth along her cheeks.

  Salty and fishy.

   is tears mixed with blood.

   "I..." Xiaolan dumbly, "That's not me..."

  Silence.

  Long silence.

   "Auntie," after a long time, the rice bucket said, "They are going to kill you."

   Xiaolan pressed her finger on the iron gate, feeling the pain from the broken nail.

   "Rice bucket, help me one last time."

"I will not……"

   "The last time," Xiaolan gritted her teeth, "You help me, I will let you live forever."

  (End of this chapter)