Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 73 String Puppet

  The power to hold his wrist tightly still exists.

  But I can't see what it is.

  Fear finally appeared, Xiaolan had not thought about it, subconsciously wanted to throw off the invisible hand and flee.

   Before making a move, the other hand was also clamped by the same force. The force was no longer static, but twisted Xiaolan back.

   With both hands raised high, Xiaolan struggled hard, but could not resist the control of this force, so she could only twist and turn around desperately.

  The dazzling light immediately surrounded me.

  The white light for a moment made Xiaolan almost blind. She closed her eyes tightly and reacted for a long time before daring to open it slowly.

  His hands were still pulled by the force and lifted above his head, everything in front of him looked hazy and illusory under the dizzying light.

   seems to be shrouded in a cloud of mist.

  In the mist, there are faintly dense light spots flickering.

   Xiaolan squinted her eyes.

  Can't see clearly... Still can't see clearly.

"what!"

  The power to pinch her right hand suddenly increased. Xiaolan was pulled and fell to the right. She just wanted to shift her weight, but found that she didn't know when her feet were also **** by this power.

   Xiaolan knelt heavily on the ground. Before the pain in her knees came, the power of her right hand pulled herself up again, and directly lifted her to her feet.

What is this doing?

  The strength of her left foot increased, Xiaolan quickly maintained her balance, watching that strength lift her left foot to a level with her sight.

  Severe pain rushed to me instantly.

  胯! My crotch!

  Xiaolan's right foot softened and fell directly to the ground.

  The blood-red ground seemed to be shrouded in a shabby and dirty carpet. This carpet did not relieve Xiaolan's pain from falling, as if it had a thorn, which made Xiaolan feel shivering and nauseous.

  A loud noise erupted suddenly in the distance.

  Xiao Lan was taken aback.

  It was a burst of cheers.

  That is the cheer that a group of people can burst out.

  The light spots in the mist finally gradually revealed their true appearance. Xiaolan lay on the ground and stared wide-eyed, watching the white mist slowly dissipate.

  This light spot is actually a pair of dull eyes.

   Sitting in the middle of the mist, there are people with expressions of sarcasm or excitement one after another, with the light of beasts in their eyes.

  And myself, lying on the stage in the middle of the crowd, like a clown.

  The force of pulling his left hand increased, and Xiaolan was lifted up like a mass of garbage, standing on the ground, the force pulled his right hand and rotated, and she moved around in circles along with the pulling.

  The cheers in the audience are louder.

  "Lift your hands and feet together!"

   "Raise your feet from behind!"

   "Let her fly! Let her fly!"

  "……"

What exactly is going on!

  I am not a clown, nor trash, but a puppet being manipulated.

   Can it be said that this is the third experience of Hua Cong’s life.

   Xiaolan calmed down, thinking carefully about the situation before him.

  No matter what, he is still in that dark room now.

  What I see and feel now is nothing more than an illusion set by the flowers.

   Xiaolan settled his mind and raised his eyes to look at everything around him.

   Suddenly, the strength increased a lot, and he was lifted into the air. Before Xiaolan struggled to produce results, his strength suddenly decreased, and he fell straight to the ground.

  They are no longer just watching.

  They are going to kill me!

  Xiaolan changed her posture in mid-air, and when she landed on her buttocks, she felt violent pain, but fortunately, she was injured in no other place.

  Aren’t these cheering people just like the villagers of Lianshui Village who indulged in crime?

  The flowers are beautiful and kind, independent and hardworking.

In the end,    was treated as a puppet, as a toy of desire, as a fertility machine with no additional symbols except for women.

  This is not fair.

  This is not fair!

  The strength to hold his hands increased again, Xiaolan was lifted up in the air again, and looked down, this time the distance was three or four times as high as before.

  If you are thrown from here, you may die.

   Xiaolan stopped the anger in her heart and had to find a way to save her own life.

  (End of this chapter)