Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 762 Death

How could this be?

   When sitting in the car, everyone's condition was not much better than Luo Jiutian.

  Luo Jiutian sat in the corner of the back row of the car, his body slumped into a ball, his head buried deep in his arms, no one could see what he looked like at this time.

Qin Yin's face was already bloodless, she opened her mouth slightly, looked at Luo Jiutian, her lips trembled, turned to the young brother who was driving in the driver's seat and asked, "This... is this true? "

  The young brother still focused on the road ahead, turned his face slightly, nodded twice, "It's true."

   "But...that's Lao Luo," Qin Yin said in a low voice, "How could Lao Luo... what the **** is going on?"

The little brother shook his head, "I don't know the specific situation, I didn't participate in Jiutan's head ceremony, I only know... When the ceremony was going on, a group of people attacked the Jiutan station, and Vice President Luo was there. left during the battle."

   Lao Luo, dead.

  Luo Jiutian's body twitched violently.

  The people in the car were silent.

   After a long while, the Taoist priest asked, "Are you from Jiutan?"

   "No," the little brother shook his head, "Shuangyan."

   "Shuangyu?"

  Shuangyu's uniqueness seems to be healing.

   Daoist Master understood a little, "You are after the battle..."

   The little brother nodded, "The Eight or Nine Families suffered heavy losses, especially the Nine Expeditions, which were almost completely destroyed. We Shuangyu did our best this time to save the lives of the survivors."

   They came to the rescue.

   Xiaolan's hand was above her knee, her fists were clenched tightly. She stared blankly at her hand, her whole body was cold to the bone.

   She was shaking too.

  Someone blocked Heyi.

   Lao Luo died.

   She wanted to look up, to ask that question.

   But she dared not ask.

   She was afraid to hear that terrible answer.

   Even Lao Luo...then...

  The rain outside the car window was heavier, the sky was just dawn, huge raindrops smashed on the glass, and through the chaotic rain curtain, you could see the gray sky in the distance.

  Wen Ling sat next to Luo Jiutian, curled up sadly, turning his head from time to time, taking a careful look at Luo Jiutian.

   Fool and Baomu were sitting in the middle row.

How could this be?

   Lao Luo, director of the Mystery Bureau, Lao Luo, the vice president of the General Assembly, the unfathomable Lao Luo.

   More importantly, that was Luo Jiutian's father, Lao Luo.

   Luo Jiutian's throat made a suffocating sound.

  Xiaolan gritted her teeth hard, took a deep breath, her fingernails were about to dig into her own flesh, she let go of her hands tremblingly, closed her eyes, paused for two seconds, and opened them again.

   She had to ask.

  She has to know.

   "Excuse me..." Xiaolan swallowed heavily, "Mo... Is Jasmine okay?"

   "Jasmine is... the new head of Jiutan?" The younger brother's expression was not very good, "I don't know, I have been treating Ba Liangshui people, and I haven't seen Jiutan."

   Xiaolan's tense body relaxed a little.

  At least...not too bad news.

   Qin Yin grabbed the driver's chair, "Is Jasmine still alive?"

   Little brother pursed his lips and thought for a while, then shook his head in embarrassment, "I really don't know."

  Xiaolan leaned back on the back of the chair, her body pressed against the cold car door, two lines of tears slid down.

   She remembered how they looked when they parted.

   They were in this car, Jasmine and Lao Luo were in another car, and they looked at each other across the car.

   She said that she can go to her at any time.

Really can?

  The car drove out of the main city and approached the edge of the city.

   The sky is gray, the clouds are gray, and the rain is gray.

  Wen Ling looked at Xiaolan's appearance, thought for a while, then bowed to her side and grabbed her hand.

  The tears on Xiaolan's face were congealed, she turned her head to the side, and looked at Wenling blankly.

   Wenling nodded firmly at her, "I can live."

   will live.

   Xiaolan was stunned for a moment.

  Qingling said this to himself.

   she remembered.

When    separated from Jasmine, she had a strong premonition in her heart, as if... this parting was a goodbye. At that time, the prophet's questioning spirit only gave her an answer.

   That is Jasmine will not die, but will live.

  Xiaolan's tears welled up in her eyes again, she choked, "Really...really?"

   "Well," Wen Ling reached out and wiped the tears from her face, "Live."

  As long as he is alive...

  Thinking of this, Xiaolan quietly looked at Luo Jiutian in the corner.

   Luo Jiutian hasn't said a word since he answered that call.

   After getting into the car that came to pick them up, Luo Jiutian sat motionless in that corner, not crying, not laughing, not screaming, not making trouble.

  How could he bear all this.

   The car drove for dozens of minutes, and passed the long suburban highway. Finally, a magnificent building group appeared at the end of the hazy rain curtain.

   "It's here," said the younger brother Shuangyu, who was driving.

From a distance, the Jiutan station looks like a gorgeous villa area, with beautiful houses surrounding a cylindrical marble building in the center. scene.

   Several men and women dressed in black were waiting in front of the main entrance. When they saw their car stopped, they approached with umbrellas.

   The car door opened, and a man in his fifties came in with a look of concern.

   His eyes swept over everyone in the car, and finally stopped on Luo Jiutian.

   "Nine days..." The man's voice was hoarse.

   They heard it.

   Luo Jiutian heard the man's voice, his shoulders moved slightly, and after a while, he slowly raised his head.

   "Nine days," the man said with a sad face and a sad voice, "Get out of the car."

   "Uncle Wang..." Luo Jiutian said, his voice so hoarse as if it didn't belong to him, "Where's my father?"

  The others outside the car bowed their heads.

  Uncle Wang stretched out his hand towards Luo Jiutian, "Jiutian, get out of the car."

   "Where's my dad?"

   "Jiutian," Uncle Wang's tone became more severe, a trace of tears swept across his eyes, "Be obedient, get out of the car..."

   "Your father...he's waiting for you."

  Luo Jiutian pushed aside the umbrella covering his head, staggered across the snow-white threshold, and walked into the wall.

   Inside the wall is a huge marble square, and at the end of the square stands the cylindrical building.

  This square was supposed to be snow-white, but at this time it was covered with mottled blood.

   There were still a few people waiting in front of the building. Xiaolan saw Xia Hua, the owner of Sixia Mingworm, and Jiatian Miaozhen, Wu Gengtian, at a glance. She didn't know the others, but they should also be strangers from different factions.

   "Nine days..."

  Xiahua Patriarch came over sadly.

   "Where's my dad?"

   "Lao Luo..." Xia Hua sighed and turned to point to the open semicircular door.

   A few seconds later, a heart-wrenching cry wafted from the Jiutan station.

   penetrated deeply into everyone's ears.

   (end of this chapter)