Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 798 There are always bad people who want to harm me

   Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes returned to Lao Luo.

   "Then... tell him all these things?" Luo Jiutian asked.

   "If you want to say it, then people in the fifth watch may know it," said the fool, "are they really trustworthy?"

   "That's why I think I should discuss it with you." Lao Luo said.

"Why don't we just say that this is just our guess and has no basis yet," said the Taoist priest, "Sixia and Wugentian both sent people to attend the tenth day banquet. I believe they should also form a basis for this matter. It’s almost a guess, and, in the final analysis, we don’t know whether those people’s goal is Yutianqiao Moqin. count."

   "Brother Dao is very thoughtful." Lao Luo nodded.

"Then it's settled," Luo Jiutian gulped down a gulp of milk and said while wiping his mouth, "Let's just tell Xiao Miaozhen about this conjecture, don't say anything else, how to do it... Let them five It's up to you to decide for yourself."

   "And to put it bluntly," Qin Yin tilted his head, "If those people can really solve that Yutian, then they can really go to heaven, and we can't stop it."

   Wow, that's the truth.

  Thinking like this, everyone felt a lot more relaxed in an instant.

  The sky is falling, and Yutian is still holding it. If Yutian can't stand it, what else can they do other than die together?

   As soon as the atmosphere was relaxed, the appetite came. Just as everyone was quickly finishing the cold breakfast, the doorbell rang.

   The fool got up and went to open the door. At first glance, he didn't see anyone.

   Look down.

   "Miaozhen," the fool looked at Miaozhen, who only reached his chest, and blinked, "Just you?"

  Miaozhen was wrapped in a thick plush coat, with a pair of cotton slippers on his feet, looking like he just got up from the bed.

   "Little brother," Miaozhen nodded politely at the fool, with a little anxiety in his eyebrows, "I suddenly thought of something..."

   "It's such a coincidence that we also have something to tell you," Luo Jiutian waved at the two of them while standing in the room, "Come in quickly."

   "Okay, okay..." Miaozhen greeted while changing his slippers, "How are you resting?..."

   "Oh, you're welcome, let's just say it directly," Qin Yin said, "Xiao Miaozhen, we think that group of people might be coveting your royal family."

  Miaozhen was stunned for a moment, looked around at everyone, and said with bright eyes, "Do you think so too?"

   "Also?" Xiaolan stood up, "What you want to say is..."

   "That's what I want to say," Miaozhen said, "Nine Detectives were attacked and Yutian ascended the ranks, what a coincidence..."

   "Uh, it's not a coincidence," Luo Jiutian glanced at his father secretly, "Isn't that because my father happened to be in Wang Luan City?"

"Not only that," Miaozhen said, "Sixia, Wuguangtian, and even Qiqiao are all related to this matter. It seems that it is only a matter of time when other factions are involved. This reminds me of an ancient s legend…"

  Miaozhen's eyes drifted away, while others looked at Lao Luo curiously.

   "Legend?"

   Lao Luo frowned and shook his head in confusion.

   "I haven't heard any legends," Luo Jiutian said, "Where's Jasmine?"

   "Neither do I," Molly asked softly, "What is it about?"

"I once heard a saying that there were originally no aliens in this world, and the current nine factions are all differentiated from the power of God," Miaozhen said, "Will there be people who want to regroup The power of the nine sects created a human god?"

   Unexpectedly, although the reasoning paths were different, they actually got the same answer.

   "What?" Miaozhen looked at the dumbfounded faces of everyone and asked, "Is this idea a little silly?"

   "No, no..." Luo Jiutian quickly waved his hand and asked again, "Where did you hear this legend?"

   "I don't know the source either," Miaozhen scratched his head, "I heard about it when I was very young. At that time, the children around me were saying..."

   "You are very young now." Qin Yin said bluntly.

   "When I was younger," Miaozhen gestured, "about six or seven years old."

   "That should be a story that is spread among children," Luo Jiutian didn't care, "My father has never heard of it."

   "Is that so?"

   "Uh... That's right," Luo Jiutian almost missed, "If my father knew, why wouldn't he tell me?"

   "So, am I worrying too much?…"

   "No, little Master Miaozhen is not overly concerned," the Taoist chief said in a calm voice, "In fact, what we are going to talk about is also related to the Nine Schools..."

   Next, the Taoist priest told Miaozhen the result of their discussion not long ago in his magnetic baritone voice.

  Miaozhen's heart that had just been put down was lifted up again. Combined with his own speculation, he almost came to the conclusion that those unscrupulous people wanted to harm their old bridge!

   "How can this be..." Miaozhen turned around nervously in place, "This is... how is this..."

   "Miaozhen, don't worry," Luo Jiutian didn't expect their words to frighten the boy like this, "Even if they remember Grandpa Qiao, they must have that strength."

   "But...they are numerous and powerful, we Tianyuan..."

   Lao Luo gave Luo Jiutian a look, "Let him call Lao Qiao."

"If you are really worried, just call Grandpa Qiao and tell him," Luo Jiutian said, "Except for you and the two Jiatians on the road, the rest of the Jiatians should be in Wangluan City, and ask them to protect them. Good bridge... Grandpa Qiao doesn't seem to need protection."

   "Phone... yes, phone..."

  Miaozhen took out his mobile phone tremblingly. After half a minute, the video call was connected, and a black and white photo appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

   In the photo, it is an elderly man with grey hair.

  Miaozhen was shocked when she saw the photo.

   "Tianyuan!" Miaozhen shouted in despair, "Tianyuan! What's wrong with you Tianyuan! You..."

"I'm here." At this time, the picture on the screen moved slowly, and after a while, the picture flipped, and an old man with a white beard appeared exactly like the one in the photo. The old man was digging out his ears and looking impatient. , "Miaozhen, what are you screaming for? You want to deafen my old man..."

   "Tianyuan...you...you didn't..." Miaozhen was stunned for a moment, and his snot bubbles almost burst out. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized, "Ah, that is the altar of the ancestors..."

   "Otherwise, what else is there?" Then Yutianqiao Moqin seemed to understand Miaozhen's thoughts and laughed, "Is it possible that I am dead, and I still need to answer your phone?"

   (end of this chapter)