Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 742 Eyes

   is still empty.

  Wen Ling panted, standing blankly in the simply furnished living room, looking around.

  Qin Yin can't stand it anymore, "Wen Ling, in fact, it's a good thing that they are all gone, at least they are all safe."

"will not……"

  Wen Ling decisively responded with these two words, and then ran out the door.

  The others looked at each other.

   "What's the matter?" Qin Yin asked.

  Xiaolan shook his head with the others.

   "Does nine days know?" The fool turned his head and asked.

  Luo Jiutian walked to the door and looked at it, “I don’t know what Wen Ling meant, are they not going? Or does it mean that they are safe?”

   "Catch up with her first."

  Tao Master led everyone out, and Wen Ling was leaning against the old wooden fence outside the courtyard, clutching her abdomen, and panting desperately.

   "You run slowly," Qin Yin and Xiaolan rushed to support her, Qin Yin exhorted, "Your bones...Where to go next?"

  A group of people followed Wen Ling and walked almost to every hut. No one was seen, but there were mud footprints in every hut.

  It seems that those people really got nothing.

On the edge of the village, in the place connected to the mountains, there is a sparse bamboo forest. In the late autumn, the bamboo leaves and bamboo body have turned yellow. I walked by the bamboo forest in despair, planning to walk to the next house, suddenly , The bamboo forest rustled, and the autumn wind passed through the forest, bringing the smell of wind.

  Xiaolan and Baomu stopped at the same place.

  The two looked at the bamboo forest at the same time.

  It seems...

   "Brother Baomu, do you smell it too?"

  Baomu nodded lightly, "Like... a floral fragrance."

   "Well, it smells good."

  In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a light but very rich and unique floral fragrance.

  I have never smelled it before.

   "What did you find?" Luo Jiutian asked.

  Wen Ling also looked at the two.

  "There seems to be a scent of flowers floating over the bamboo forest." Xiaolan said.

  "It is indeed a floral fragrance," Baomu added, "It is very light, but it smells good, and there is some distance between us."

   "What flower? Are there any flowers this season?"

   "I don't know, it's a strange fragrance of flowers," Baomu asked Xiang Wenling, "Wenling, are there any flowers in the bamboo forest?"

  Wen Ling shook his head vaguely, paused, and then walked in the direction of the bamboo forest.

  Everyone walked through the bamboo forest for a while. After a while, even if there was no wind, they could smell the fragrance of flowers. Gradually, everyone could smell the fragrance of flowers.

  Wen Ling sniffed, and with Qin Yin's support, she gradually accelerated her pace.

  The scent is very sweet and very special, but for some reason, Xiaolan always has the feeling of being held down on his chest by the scent.

  The pace of everyone is getting faster and faster.

faster and faster……

until……

   "Ah!" Qin Yin exclaimed slightly.

  In the center of the bamboo forest, there was an open space the size of a basketball court. A long distance away, everyone saw several white objects erected on the open space.

  Wen Ling almost fell to the ground nervously when he saw it.

  Everyone hurriedly approached.

   Xiaolan's heart was filled with chills.

  Sure enough, it was human.

  Five people in white clothes sit neatly in the center of the bamboo forest, forming a circle on the ground.

  But it is not a complete circle, but most of the circle, it seems that one person is missing.

  All the people in white clothes face the center of the circle with their heads hanging down. Except for the person who is facing them, the person has white hair, like an old man, but his spine is straight...

"grandfather!"

  Wen Ling’s screams exploded in Xiaolan's ears.

  Everyone was stunned.

  Wen Ling pushed Qin Yin away and ran towards the old man staggeringly.

  She fell down, knelt on the ground, and crawled over, crying.

  She saw the old man’s face.

  Two lines of tears burst out of those clear gray pupils.

"grandfather!"

  Wen Ling’s voice was stern and miserable, Xiaolan's body trembled, only that the call seemed to pierce her chest along her ears, and then severely opened her heart.

  Wen Ling grabbed the old man's hands and leaned on the old man’s knees and cried loudly. Qin Yin silently walked to Wen Ling's side and turned his eyes to the old man’s face, covering his mouth in shock.

   Then, she knelt down to check the faces of the other four people.

   Then, he directly slumped on the ground.

   His face was pale.

   Xiaolan's feet finally regained consciousness, and she walked over in silence with the others.

  Luo Jiutian took a breath of air, the fool and Dao Chang squeezed their lips and furrowed their brows. Bao Mu lifted up Qin Yin, his fingers still trembling.

   Xiaolan held his breath and looked at the old man.

  Yes, it's the old man.

   "Wen Ling, you can go."

  "Leave us, leave Weiruozhai, you, it's time to go out."

  This is Wenling’s grandfather.

  However, those pupils that were identical to Wenling, shining brightly, were gone.

  Only two **** holes remained in the old man's eye sockets. The pair of blood holes were directly facing the front. Even without eyes, Xiaolan could still feel the kind of soberness that saw everything.

In the center of the circle surrounded by five people, there is a white porcelain cup. The white porcelain cup is slightly larger than a palm. A white porcelain cup lid is placed on it. A few pieces of grass stained with soil and rain fell on the lid. Ye, Dao walked to the side of the porcelain cup, squatted down, and gently lifted the lid of the cup.

  The floral fragrance suddenly became strong.

  But what is placed in the porcelain cup is not flowers, but eyes.

   Bloody eyes.

  Wen Ling cried so heartbreakingly, her throat became dumb, sadness can be contagious, Xiaolan instantly felt a sense of coldness in her lips and teeth, and her eyes became red.

   Xiaolan lowered her head and looked into the porcelain cup. There were twelve eyeballs in the cup, neatly lined up at the bottom of the cup. Among them were a pair of clear gray pupils lying on the bottom of the cup and quietly looking to the sky.

  It’s just that the luster in those pupils is long gone.

  Qin Yin sighed deeply, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

   "Xiaolan, you are still young, don't look at this..."

Wenling heard Qin Yin's voice, turned his head and looked over.

  Her eyes are already red.

  The chief Taoist hesitated, and passed the porcelain cup over.

  "Ask the spirit, their eyes..."

  Wen Ling trembling hands took the porcelain cup, she looked at the eyes in the cup, and the last trace of blood on her face was gone.

  The fool on the side slammed his fist to the ground.

   "They don't even let children go!"

On the opposite side of Grandpa Wenling’s death was an old woman with the same white hair. On the left side of the old woman was an adult man, opposite the adult man was an adult woman, and on the right side of the old woman was an adult man. A thin boy who seems to be under ten years old.

  The boy curled up his shoulders, with his fingers on his knees, and seemed very painful and scared...

   Xiaolan's tears flowed out, she quickly reached out and wiped it off, biting her lower lip to control herself.

  Wen Ling hugged the white porcelain cup, her body trembled violently, and big tears slipped from her face one by one, hitting those eyes.

  (End of this chapter)