Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 722 Fragment

   Xiaolan dried her hair and ate the remaining biscuits while sitting by the bed.

  She smacked her lips, her eyes widened.

  Dao Chang sat on the chair beside him, his eyes shifted from the screen of the phone.

  "Buy you some more?"

   Xiaolan shook her head, "I'm a little sleepy."

   Dao Master stood up, "Then I'm going back, can you be alone?"

   "There's nothing wrong," Xiaolan lifted the quilt, "Bao Dao, bye bye."

  Daoist hesitated, then turned around and walked out. When passing by the bathroom, he finally glanced in, but he didn't see anything famous.

   Xiaolan got into the bed and started to fight tiredly with his eyelids. When the door opened and closed, only herself and Wen Ling were left in the room.

  It seems that Huolianshan and his party really exhausted their stamina, and they were trapped so fast.

   Xiaolan curled up, his vision gradually blurred.

  She closed her eyes.

  The room returned to silence.

  It seemed that only a second later, she woke up.

   Xiaolan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at everything in front of her.

  There was still a familiar room in front of him, without any change, and Wen Ling lying motionless on the bed.

  Wake up?

  Are you really asleep?

  At least, time really flows by.

  Because it is already dark.

  There is no more sunlight coming through the window, everything in the room is shrouded in deep darkness, and the specific location can only be vaguely distinguished.

  Have you slept for so long?

   Xiaolan wanted to sit up, but was shocked that she couldn't move anymore.

  She still kept lying on her side when she fell asleep, with her hands resting under her ears and her legs curled in front of her.

What's wrong? The legendary ghost press?

  Or to say...I'm not awake at all?

  Xiaolan concentrated all her willpower on her fingers, intending to regain control over her body in a point-to-point manner.

  However, something seemed to move in the static sight.

   comes from directly in front of oneself.

  The center of the line of sight.

   is Wen Ling's sheets.

  The bed sheets of the hotel are very wide and almost dragged to the ground. At this moment, the bed sheet on the side close to him was shaking slightly.

  Xiaolan gently held her breath.

  The trembling of the bed sheet was getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly, a circle arched out of the white bed sheet.

  The circle is getting bigger and clearer, and the bed sheet no longer shakes, but under the drive of the circle, it leaves the ground a little bit.

   reveals what's inside.

  A group of dark shadows.

Oh my God.

  This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream...

  The dark object continued to arch out, after which a pale hand slammed out of the bed sheet and slapped it on the ground.

  After that, the other hand also came out.

  Is that a person?

  Finally, it was the whole body. The sheets were completely lifted up. A pale person slowly crawled out from under Wenling's bed, and moved on all fours with difficulty.

   Xiaolan's eyes widened.

  The man seemed to be unable to manipulate his body smoothly, climbing crookedly, but this scene was not funny, but reminded Xiaolan of a famous horror film.

  The man crawled towards him.

  He is not even as good as the people in the horror film, at least they can run.

  The man crawled to the side of Xiaolan's bed with great effort. He stretched out his pale blue hand and grabbed Xiaolan's face.

  At the same time, the weird man raised his head, revealing a white face in his dirty hair.

   Xiaolan clearly heard her heart beat.

  This is Zhang Boyin.

   Xiaolan was completely in chaos, and countless messy thoughts poured into her mind at the same time.

Why? Why?

  Is this scene in front of me an illusion? Or is it all hallucinations that happen to me these days?

  Have you really walked out of Huolian Mountain?

  Zhang Boyin's complexion was blue and purple, and there was a slight smile on his face. This smile should have been very warm, but at this moment, it looked extremely frightening.

   Xiaolan remembered that smile, which was Zhang Boyin's smile of relief before he died.

  No, Zhang Boyin is definitely dead.

  The person in front of him is definitely not him, Zhang Boyin's spirit has been replaced by Fire Lotus, and he will never appear in front of them in any form.

  So, the person in front of you is...

"help me……"

  Zhang Boyin opened his chapped purplish lips, and a string of hoarse voices squeezed out from it.

   Xiaolan suddenly understood.

  This is Fire Lotus!

  Fire Lotus is not dead yet, for some reason, it has the last part left, and now, it has found it.

  It comes to find its best offerings.

  It has been looking for a sacrifice, as long as it has this sacrifice, it can become a true god.

As long as they have this ultimate sacrifice, as they said, they can completely get rid of the invisible and intangible destiny. They are the true god, not a torture instrument that condenses resentment, but the **** of the fire lotus mountain. The owner of the mountain...

  As long as you touch this face, as long as you swallow these fearful eyes, as long as...

  The fear in those eyes disappeared suddenly.

  A hot hand suddenly pinched its cold wrist.

  A tingling pain emerged from the wrist.

   Xiaolan calmly stared at the monster in front of her. She grabbed the hand and slowly sat up.

  See it clearly, and no longer be afraid.

  Think clearly, then you can fight back.

  When that trembling hand was about to fall on his face, Xiaolan understood all this in a moment.

  The strange sound in the bathroom and the disappearing tattoo are all because of it.

  The last touch of the fire lotus's spirit is attached to her body and leaves with her.

  When I saw the fire lotus broken with my own eyes, I must have not noticed. One of the fragments quietly hid in my body.

  The sound of approaching footsteps in the bathroom was its first attempt, but at that time, he bravely opened the shower curtain and it retreated.

  It is so weak now that it can only deal with the feared self.

  This is its second attempt.

   Xiaolan glared at its eyes, and could clearly feel that the breath of the two of them had exchanged.

   "You really deserve to die." Xiao Lan said fiercely.

  It was trembling and wanted to struggle, but the temperature from the wrist became more and more hot.

"help me……"

  "Don't pretend," Xiaolan snorted disdainfully, "I know you are not Zhang Boyin, you killed Zhang Boyin."

  It's its turn this time, and the violent fear is about to overwhelm it.

   "I ask you," Xiaolan got up from the bed and dragged the body of the burning lotus. "Did someone tell you about me?"

  Fire Lotus knelt on the ground tremblingly, "You...do you want to know this?"

  "Can you tell me?"

  "You let me go..." Huo Lian completely ignored the dignity of any god, knelt at Xiaolan's feet, with a humble attitude, "Let me go, I tell you."

   Xiaolan smiled and shook her head helplessly.

   "You love to say or not, but this time I can't let you go anymore."

  (End of this chapter)