Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 822 Smart Things

  The blade of grass was clean and elegantly growing in the dish, with no roots or whiskers, only two very similar grass stalks.

   "Is it true?" Baomu observed them carefully.

   "Yes," Miaozhen nodded, stretched out his finger and touched the tip of the blade of grass lightly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be Qiqiao's rootless grass."

   "Rootless grass? That name is quite appropriate," Baomu muttered, "What is that?"

   "It is said that there are three ingenious things in Qiqiao, namely rootless grass, unblooming flower and vineless vine. From this point of view, it should be these three plants."

   Grasses without roots, flowering trees that never bloom, and vines that never end.

   "A clever thing?"

   "Well," Miaozhen nodded, "you can understand it as...the mascot of Qiqiao."

   seems to have changed from awesome to cute all of a sudden.

   "What's the use of this clever thing?" asked the Taoist priest.

"The specific purpose...I'm not too sure," Miaozhen frowned. "After all, Qiqiao has a bad relationship with our other factions. They won't let us easily understand such an important thing, but we all I think that these three ingenious objects may be the source of Qiqiao's poisonous technique."

  Xiaolan immediately retracted the outstretched hand, "This thing is poisonous?!"

"Looking at the three of them separately, they should all be non-poisonous," Miaozhen said, "Our guess is that Qiqiao will use some special research methods to turn these three plants into red-tip poisons... But Of course, since it seems like it is said, then we can't give an accurate answer, and for the sake of safety, let's not act rashly."

After talking, these three plants with different postures no longer seem to be as graceful and agile as before, Xiaolan hid behind Baomu and pointed to the east side house, "Let's start from this room first. Bar."

   The four of them pushed open the door, and they were greeted by a scent of medicine mixed with a slight **** smell.

   "There is also a corpse odor here," Baomu really smelled an odor they couldn't sense again, "There should be dead people in this house too."

   Four beams of light swept into the main house at the same time, outlining the layout of this house.

   In the middle of the room, there is a square jade platform with a wide top and a narrow bottom. The surface of the platform is mottled with red and green, and there is a circular groove in the middle.

"This is……"

  Baomu turned his head to look at Miaozhen, Miaozhen shook his head, and he seemed to be full of doubts. He stepped forward and walked in first.

The house is not big, with two sides separated. There are a few bamboo cradle chairs in the separated area. Everything in the room is standing still in the dust and darkness. I don't know where their owners are. down.

   A few people approached the jade platform first. The whole platform was in the shape of an upside-down trapezoid. When they looked closer, they realized that the red-green color on the surface of the platform was not the color of the jade itself, but was smeared on later.

   "What is this..."

   "Probably the sap from rootless grass."

"what--"

   When Xiaolan heard Miaozhen's words, she quickly walked away with a look of disgust.

"It seems that this is the place where the Qiqiao people extracted toxins from the rootless grass," Miaozhen looked around the room, "Unfortunately, I don't know if there are any survivors of the Qiqiao people after this battle. The skill of making red tips disappeared with it..."

   There is no need for such a strange skill!

"It should be...they extract juice here. If you are tired from work, you can come here to rest." Baomu stood beside a rocking chair, reached out and grabbed the armrest of the rocking chair and pushed it a few times, "It's pretty useful. Woolen cloth."

   "The people sitting on those chairs may also be Qiqiao's slaves," Miaozhen said. "Qiqiao does a lot of manipulating slaves to work."

  Baomu took a half step back and almost fell on the ground.

  Xiaolan narrowed her eyes in disbelief, "Qiqiao...is it really that bad?"

"Bad, I can't say it," Miaozhen said, "I can only say that each faction has its own unique behavior and values. Fundamentally speaking, there is no absolute good or bad, only relative positions. It is clever and perverse, but it will not do anything wrong. Compared with the other eight factions, it is indeed out of tune, but it cannot be blamed."

   Baomu sighed lightly, stood up again and walked towards them.

   "There's nothing to find here, let's go."

   "Well, let's go..."

   Suddenly, all four of them shut their mouths.

  ... squeak... squeak... squeak...

   In the corner of the room, there was a sound of wood rubbing.

  Baomu's body froze in place, his eyes widened.

   That voice came from behind him.

   The four held their breath in tacit understanding and looked.

   The rocking chair closest to the wall was rocking.

  The rocking chair swayed up and down silently with an obvious but not exaggerated range.

   As if there was a person sitting on it.

   "Baomu come here!" Miaozhen's face suddenly became serious, he stretched out his hand to stop the trembling Baomu behind him, and at the same time ordered Xiaolan and the Taoist priest to hide behind him.

   "What's going on here?..." Bao Mu's face turned pale with fright, "Is there... is there a ghost?"

   "There are so many dead in this place, maybe there are ghosts," Xiaolan also said, "But if there are ghosts, then we don't have to be afraid."

   "That's right," Miaozhen cautiously protected the three, while he moved over a little bit, "In my opinion, this thing may be more complicated..."

   The four people who didn't wait for the turtle to move quickly rubbed against the chair, and slowly, the chair stopped shaking.

   By the time they walked over to check it, the rocking chair had completely stopped, returning to its elegant and dignified appearance a few minutes ago.

  Miaozhen put **** together, reached out and wiped a hand on the armrest of the rocking chair.

   "No," he seemed relieved. "There's nothing on the rocking chair now."

   "What was that just now?"

   "It seems... it's really a certain spirit," Miaozhen said, "but fortunately, that spirit's power is too weak and its duration is limited, so it's gone now."

   "Is it the one who died here?" Baomu asked.

   "I don't know either..." Miaozhen shook his head, "Maybe."

   The four left the blade of grass house and chose the vine house opposite the door as their next target. This time, when the door was opened, the oncoming smell was even stronger.

   It's all about the smell of dirt and fertilization.

There are no rocking chairs and jade platforms in the vine house, there are only two rows of wooden chairs arranged neatly. In front of each chair, there is a red pottery medicine mortar. it's the same.

   "It seems that the vine is extracted like this," Xiaolan said, "I just don't know where this earthy flavor comes from."

   The Taoist priest squatted beside a medicine mortar and looked down.

   "The juice of this vine is also red?"

   (end of this chapter)