Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 772 Vertigo

  Xiaolan's pupils slowly crossed a half circle.

   "Xu also..."

  The fool came over from the side. He glanced at the Taoist priest and shook his head.

  Xia Hua turned cold, put away the phone, and walked towards the center of the living room.

  Xiaolan probably knows what happened.

   Xia Hua sighed.

"I……"

   Xiaolan wanted to lift her upper body, but Qin Yin pressed her shoulders back.

   "Before the people from Shuangyu come, stop moving," Qin Yin then stood up and asked the fool, "What's wrong with Xu?"

   "He's dead," the fool whispered. "The back of his head just hit a raised rock, and he probably died on the spot."

   Xiaolan took a deep breath.

   Her mood is complicated.

  I don’t know whether to be sad or happy? In any case, this Xu Ye, who wanted to die, has now achieved his goal.

   But at the same time, he also took away many secrets.

  Xiaolan suddenly remembered Jasmine who was still lying on the floor in the bedroom, and almost sat up again. This time, a strong sense of dizziness stopped her.

   "Xiaolan, what's the matter?" Qin Yin's tone was full of concern, but also with some resentment, "Didn't I tell you not to move?"

   "Where's Jasmine?" Xiaolan asked anxiously, coughing twice.

   "Don't worry, Jasmine is fine," Qin Yin stretched out her hand to straighten the hair in front of Xiaolan's forehead, "She hasn't woken up yet, that elder sister is taking care of her, she has nothing to do."

That's good.

   The pain in the back of the head was not as intense as before, but it was still a little dizzy. Xiaolan closed her eyes, and the image from the dream just now appeared again.

  She understood something.

   A little more confusion.

  Wangling saw that Xiaolan was motionless, and secretly put her finger under her nose to try it out. At this moment, the door squeaked, Wenling shuddered, and almost inserted her finger into Xiaolan's nostril.

   "It's finally here," Xia Hua greeted her, "Why are you two?"

   "Isn't it in a hurry here? We are the closest to each other. Come and see first, and others will come over later."

   The voice was a little familiar.

   "Where is the wounded?" another asked.

   "Here and here!" Qin Yin quickly raised his hand, "Eh? Is it you?"

   A footstep hurriedly approached, "Is it you? What's the matter? Who among you is injured?"

   A familiar and handsome face appeared on the other side of the sofa.

   turned out to be the little driver who picked them up to Jiutian Station.

   When the little brother saw Xiaolan's appearance, his pupils trembled a few times, "Is it this child?!"

  The crowd nodded.

   Little brother half-kneeled to Xiaolan's side, stretched out his hand to hold her head, and said with some blame, "What did you do?"

"we do not……"

   The little brother glared at Qin Yin who was about to explain, and was so frightened that Qin Yin didn't dare to continue. After all, who would dare to disobey the doctor?

   The fool stared at his little brother's skilled hands, "Can you see a doctor too?"

   The little brother almost laughed angrily, "I'm also Shuangyan, don't you think I can only drive."

   Little brother's right hand was cold, but not the kind of biting cold. When his fingers touched the back of Xiaolan's head, the gentle touch seemed to calm some of the heat and swelling near Xiaolan's wound.

   It would have been better if his fingers didn't poke his own wound.

   "Hey——" Xiaolan bared his teeth in pain and took a breath of cold air.

   "Is the wound here?" The little brother was a little surprised.

   Ah this, you are a doctor, eldest brother.

  The fool turned to look at Xia Hua, "Is he really professional?"

   He looked at another Shuangyu who was leaning beside Xu Ye to check the wound, and he almost said the words "Why don't you change it".

  Xia Hua walked over to the fool and patted him on the back shoulder, "If he can't do it, no one will do it."

"But……"

   "Fool, be patient," said the Taoist priest, "this little brother seems to...have something to say."

   Sure enough, the little brother put his hand back, faced Xiaolan, frowned and asked, "Which faction are you from?"

   "They don't belong to any faction, they are just friends of Jasmine and Jiutian," Xia Hua said, "What happened?"

   The little brother looked at Xia Hua suspiciously, but didn't say anything, then turned his eyes back to Xiaolan, "Your injury is healed."

   "What?" Almost everyone said in unison.

   Xiaolan also widened her eyes.

   "But...but I'm still in pain."

   "You can tell the difference, is your pain because of the wound on the back of your head?"

   "I..." Xiaolan was a little stunned, "The wound is really hurting, you just poked..."

   "...except where I poked it just now."

like……

  Xiaolan took a closer look, the dizziness seemed to be caused by a certain part deep inside the skull.

   "It seems to be true..."

   "That's it," the little brother raised his arms and looked at Xiaolan, "Your trauma is healed."

   "What about internal injuries?" Qin Yin asked.

   "She didn't suffer any internal injuries. Her current dizziness is not caused by this injury. She should know what caused it."

  Everyone looked at Xiaolan again.

   Xiaolan was stunned with her mouth open.

   Could it be...that dream?

  Xiaolan wanted to sit up, but the dizziness in her head came again, she immediately lay back on her forehead.

   "I...I probably know..."

   "Why?" Qin Yin asked.

"I……"

   Xiaolan doesn't really want to say those words here.

   She wanted to ask Jasmine herself when she woke up.

   "It's okay, you don't have to say it if you don't want to," the little brother said, "I can't help you if you say it anyway, and we can't deal with the injuries caused by our thoughts."

   Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.

  Qin Yin looked at Xiaolan dissatisfiedly, thinking that this child has something to hide from them.

   "But I want to ask you," the little brother continued, "Why does she have such a skill?"

   The priest avoided his sight.

   "Ability?" Qin Yin reacted, "Oh, you said Xiaolan's ability to recover quickly, she does this occasionally, maybe it's inherited, but it doesn't work all the time, depending on the situation..."

  Xiaolan saw that when the people around her heard that her injury was healed, the worry in her eyes disappeared, and she seemed to be pretending to be sick.

   "Hereditary..." The little brother sneered at this statement, "She is not Shuangyu, how could she have inherited such a skill?"

   Qin Yin was right when he thought about it, and slowly turned to look at Xiaolan, "Yes, Xiaolan, are you Shuangyu?"

  ? Is it so easy to be persuaded?

   "I'm really not..."

   "Then why is your healing rate so fast?"

"There may be a misunderstanding," Xia Hua said with help. "When we first discovered Xiaolan, her wound was still bleeding. Even if it healed, it should have happened after she arrived in this room. Shuangyu healed immediately like that."

   Xiaolan nodded quickly.

   The doubts in the eyes of the little brother lightened a little, but he was still a little worried until a call sounded from the second floor.

   "Homeowner, she's awake!"

   (end of this chapter)