Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 681 Flames

  The rice bucket did not speak, nor left.

   Xiaolan did not ask, but waited for him quietly.

  The pain made the time long, Xiaolan resisted screaming, and stood motionless by the iron gate.

  窸窸窣窣……

   There was a fine rubbing sound outside the door, and the rice bucket was approaching.

   "You...you can really..."

   "I can," Xiaolan said confidently, "I promise, as long as you help me, I will let you live forever."

  This sentence came out of her mouth, but Xiaolan felt that the person speaking was not herself, but a voice in her body.

  "Are you lying to me again?" The volume of the rice bucket became lower.

   "I haven't," Xiaolan said, "Please, trust me for the last time."

  The rice bucket fell into a hesitant silence again.

   "But..." After a while, the rice bucket said, "If I let you out, the villagers will find it."

   "I don't want you to let me out," Xiaolan said quickly, "The rice bucket, I only want you to fetch something for me."

"what?"

   "The house fairy on the roof of your house."

   "The house fairy?" The rice bucket was a little surprised, "What do you want my house fairy to do?"

   Xiaolan doesn't know how to explain, she doesn't want to lie anymore, but the truth is too complicated.

   Seeing that Xiaolan stopped talking, Jiantou gave up the last question and asked instead, "You only want my house fairy?"

   "Yes," Xiaolan said quickly, "As long as that, can you get it for me? I promise..."

  "Can you really make me live forever?"

"I promise."

After the verbal agreement was signed, it should not be too late. The rice bucket quickly ran away. Xiaolan listened to the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing and disappearing. His tight nerves finally relaxed a little, but after that, another string of footsteps scattered. Approaching crumbled.

  There is more than one person.

   Xiaolan left the cold iron door and carefully retracted into the furnace.

  Only footsteps are approaching.

  The group was silent, and stopped quietly around the large altar.

   Xiaolan's body trembled.

  Plap...Plap...

  Something was thrown beside the large altar, and Xiaolan was surrounded by voices one after another. Xiaolan looked around anxiously, as if he had guessed what she was about to face.

  The sound of footsteps left, and there was still no voice.

a month of Sundays……

  Swipe it——

  Slightly rubbing and falling.

  Wow! ——

fire!

  Crimson firelight appeared outside the iron gate, and strong smoke poured in instantly, Xiaolan curled up in the corner of the large altar in pain, coughing desperately.

  They want to kill themselves.

"Do not……"

  Dense smoke gradually occupied the space inside the large altar, rushing towards the exit at the top of the chimney, Xiaolan struggled to move back to the door, breathing even a wisp of air with all his strength.

  It's over, it's all over.

   Is this how fire lotus died?

  Could it be...has the prophet experienced such a thing?

  As of now, Huo Lian’s life is over. Why did she let herself experience this experience?

  Xiaolan half-deadly leaned on the hot wall of the furnace to think about these issues, feeling a little bit of oxygen flowing out of her body.

  What if you are really dead?

  She suddenly thought of this terrible possibility.

  Self-help...

   Xiaolan's arm flicked twice, and soon he stopped tired.

  Forget it, I can't do anything by myself.

  Xiaolan thought of Yinting, Qu Lianfan, who was out on the field with a hoisting flag, and the **** of heaven wearing rimless glasses.

  My God, why did I start thinking about this? Don't think about such unlucky things!

   will be over soon, and then I will return to the real world, maybe they have solved the problem, and then I will go down the mountain and have a good meal...

  I don’t know if the gang of Yang Ting has investigated the ten-day banquet?

  Why did you start thinking about the underworld again? Don't think about it!

   Xiaolan was calm on the surface, struggling inside, and under the impact of the inside and outside of the body, a sound of auditory hallucinations floated far into her ears.

   "What are you doing here?!" A woman screamed, "Hurry up and go home!...What are you holding in your hand?!"

  The woman's voice became sharper and harsher, intermittently entering Xiaolan's auditory organs.

  The voice seemed to be closer.

  "You stop!..." It got closer, "The rice bucket! You stop me!..."

  Rice bucket?

   Xiaolan was dying and sat up in shock... Not getting up, she opened her teary eyes symbolically, and the tip of her little finger twitched.

  The rice bucket is here, but now I can’t do anything anymore.

   "Ah!" An angry cry came from outside the door, "Mom, let me go!..."

   "What are you doing, bastard?! What are you doing with this?! Give it to me quickly!...What are you still doing? Come and help!"

  "You are not allowed to come over!" The voice of the rice bucket was furious and crazy like never before, "If you come again, I will throw it away! I will burn it!..."

   "You little bastard..."

"do not come!--"

  The last scream of the rice bucket made Xiaolan convulsed. Then, countless screams were mixed, but the sound of the rice bucket was the most terrifying main melody inside, and it was a sound that can only be made by people on the verge of death.

  The flame outside the door jumped, Xiaolan wanted to know what happened, but she could only hear the scream, and suddenly, a soft voice emerged from the noise.

  The voice should have been masked by noise, but Xiaolan clearly caught the subtle movement.

  Friction, climb.

   gradually approached.

   came to the door, came to his side.

  Xiaolan's eyelids droop.

  Sand...Sand...Sand...

  That thing, scratching on the iron gate.

  An inexplicable force rose from Xiaolan's body, Xiaolan shivered suddenly, then raised his trembling arm and stretched out to the door.

   Pull away.

  I didn’t feel the slightest resistance.

  The orange fire suddenly enveloped her pupils.

   Xiaolan's eyes widened, and she looked at the scene before her in disbelief.

  Fire, there is fire everywhere.

  Not just around the Great Altar.

   Xiaolan stood up, bent down, stepped on the flame, and slowly walked out of the large altar.

  At the end of the field of vision, all are flames.

  The whole village is in a raging fire.

  The flame stretched for several miles and spread to the invisible place. Before Xiaolan, there were a few scorched people who were still struggling and tumbling in the flame.

  Countless screams sounded from all over the village, and the entire Huolian Village was like a **** of flames.

  The scream in her ear suddenly stopped.

   Xiaolan turned her head.

  The rice barrel stared at his bloodshot eyes, standing intact in a flame, looking at Xiaolan's eyes as if he were looking at a real ghost.

  He is still holding the wooden box in his hand.

  The box is empty.

   Xiaolan did not speak, but numbly stepped over the corpses that were gradually being burned, stretched out his hand, and opened the back door of the ancestral hall.

  (End of this chapter)