Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 688 God, Demon

  The pictures in the memories appeared in Xiaolan's mind one by one, and she suddenly understood the meaning of Huolian.

   "He is the man who led the villagers to stop us from leaving two years ago."

  No wonder I feel that the face of the rice bucket is a bit familiar.

  Maybe I have realized it, but I can't equate the face of the rice bucket with the fierce face in my memory anyway.

   "You have already seen him."

   "But... Rice Bucket is not a bad boy," Xiao Lan showed a skeptical expression, "At least, at that time..."

   "It may be because, in your world, the person he meets is you," Huo Lian smiled, "After all, you are not the Huo Lian with a dirty curse."

   "I... I didn't mean that."

"I know," Huo Lian continued on the topic just now, "I didn't find Ran'er's Prophet's blood, but from the rice bucket, I knew that the other two books were in Ran'er's coffin, so I decided First go back to the ghost forest to find the remaining two books, and then go back to the village to find them."

   "Wait," Xiaolan raised his hand, "Did you not find the bones on the roof?"

   "Actually..." Huolian said euphemistically, "Not everyone who goes to other people's homes to find something will climb onto the roof..."

  Xiaolan feels that she has been subjected to connotation, “I don’t often climb other people’s roofs, don’t get me wrong.”

   "I understand, I understand..."

  It feels more inexplicable.

   "That... what's next?"

"The next thing is similar to your experience," Huolian said. "We found the two books. On the way back to the village, the rice bucket accidentally mentioned the box on the roof. I think there may be a hidden box there. My child’s blood, I didn’t even think that it was my child, but that’s how it was, I was caught in their ambush for the second time..."

   Xiaolan couldn't hold back again, and interrupted Huo Lian with a gesture, "Is that you that figure I saw in the woods?"

  Huolian nodded shyly, "I always want to guide you forward."

  "Why did you tear up the third book?" Xiaolan puzzled, "Is it because the contents of the book cannot be seen by me?"

"No," Huo Lian's face became gloomy. "To be precise, the figure you see is not the me in front of you, but the me at the time. I didn't hide your meaning. That book... I was torn apart by me at that time."

   "What is written in the book?"

  Huolian hesitated for a while, Xiaolan saw the pitch black that suddenly covered her eyes, and the ominous feeling that had just dissipated came back into her cage.

  "Can't you say it?" Xiaolan asked softly.

  I can’t say, forget it, in fact, I’m not so curious, if it’s because of this thing that makes me bad luck, then it’s really...

   "No, there is nothing I can't say," Huo Lian tightened her arms slightly, "In the third book, Ran'er became a prophet. The book mentions me..."

   "Oh..." Xiaolan understood.

  I guess I didn’t see any good words, so I tore it out in a fit of anger.

   "But it doesn't matter to me," Huo Lian smiled sadly, "After all, I am used to their names, but they... they actually said that my child is a demon, my child... is a demon..."

  Huolian's body trembled violently, and the blue veins on her neck burst out. Xiaolan saw it, stood there and opened her mouth bewildered, before spitting out a few words, "You... calm down."

  Uh, it's better not to say.

  But Huolian really calmed down. Her breathing gradually calmed down. After the red blood in her eyes disappeared, she looked at Xiaolan embarrassedly and said, "Just laughed."

   "It's okay," Xiaolan waved his hand quickly, "I understand, if it were me, I might have torn the book."

  Hearing Xiaolan's words, Huolian's eyes suddenly brightened, but she quickly returned to normal, sat back on the sofa, and went on.

"This time, they put me in the high altar," Huolian said, "When I was caught, I asked the rice bucket to fetch the things on the roof. I thought it was Ran'er's blood, I thought, even Before I die, I also want to get Ran'er's last bottle of blood left in this world. I can't let Ran'er stay here alone, but I didn't expect it to be my child, yes, just as you think. , My child saved me."

"your child?"

  At that time, I did hear the sound of nails scratching the iron gate of the altar. Is it really the child of Huolian outside?

"It's my child, who opened the door," Huo Lian bowed her head and stared at the baby in her arms, "It's my child, let the fire spread out, he saved me, he saved my mother... "

  Xiaolan became confused.

   "Why does your child have this power?"

  Huolian was still a normal person when he gave birth to the dead baby. Where did the power of the dead baby come from?

  Are the villagers right, is this kid really a devil?

  Huolian raised her head gently and spoke. Instead of answering Xiaolan’s question, she suddenly asked another question, "Do you know what longevity is?"

  "Changsheng?" Xiaolan was confused again, "Even if he is immortal...and he won't die..."

  Huolian's face showed an unexplained smile, "What's next?"

   "Just... live in the world forever. Isn't this longevity?"

   "Then what do you think," Huo Lian's voice suddenly became misty, "Is the person who can live forever still human?"

  Xiaolan was asked.

  Where have you seen the real longevity? Wu Ren, Bao Bao, Lao Mu, it seems that they are the only ones...

  "It is God," Xiaolan said to herself, "Only God can live forever."

   "Yes, only gods can live forever," Huo Lian heard a satisfactory answer, his pupils shone, and said eagerly, "So, my child, he is not a demon..."

   Xiaolan seems to know what she wants to say.

  For some reason, Xiaolan resisted the answer a little.

  She stared directly at Huolian, watching the two pink lips move up and down firmly, and the voice floated into Xiaolan's ears from far, far away.

   "My child, he is the son of God..."

   "And I am God."

  Her voice echoed, Xiaolan didn't know whether it echoed in the room or in her ears.

"God……"

   Xiaolan looked at the fire lotus sitting in the backlight, and the hazy golden light circle enveloped her, making her whole person holy and bright, but Xiaolan felt an indescribable chill in her heart.

  Why do I feel this way?

  In my mind, two words jumped out.

  Perhaps, this is the reason.

   Xiaolan raised her chin slightly, and quietly looked at the fire lotus, which was showing a superb pose.

  False gods.

  (End of this chapter)