Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 834 Hell

   Xiaolan walked slowly.

   I can only hear the sound of my shoes stepping on the floor, kicking... stepping... kicking... stepping...

  Xiaolan held the medicine mortar in both hands, she lowered her head, glanced at the medicine mortar, raised her head again, and looked at the blank walls on both sides.

The walls on both sides of the    extend infinitely forward, leading to a long corridor with no end in sight. The corridor is silent, only the sound of her heartbeat and breathing, which is particularly obvious.

   Xiaolan immediately understood.

   "Ah..." She blinked, "I'm dreaming."

  This is her dream.

   "That's great," Xiaolan weighed the medicine mortar in her hand, "I really came in."

   But the question is... where is this place?

   Before Xiaolan could recall where she had seen this long corridor, suddenly, with a bang, there was a sound not far ahead.

   Xiaolan didn't hesitate, and ran away in the direction of the sound.

A door.

  The sound came from a door that appeared on the wall, the door was half-closed, and no light came out through the crack of the door.

   Am I going in?

  Xiaolan put her ear close to the door.

   Can't hear anything.

   "Uh...weird."

  Xiaolan raised his hand and pushed open the door. At the same time, a gentle morning light passed through the door and hit Xiaolan on the cheek.

   Inside is a hotel room.

Xiaolan frowned and looked in. The layout of this room was similar to the room they lived in. The room was clean and tidy, and no one should have checked in. A light breeze poured in from the window screens. Xiaolan's ears dangled away.

   So comfortable, so harmonious.

   But... what I saw, was it really the experience of the deceased in Qiqiao? Whoever that person is, that person's last memory is this hotel room?

   is not a little weird.

   Xiaolan was just about to walk in, but she saw something behind the curtain seemed to move slightly. Xiaolan only heard a soft meow, and then the door in front of her slowly closed.

   "Hey!..." Xiaolan reached out to push the door, "Don't close it! I still want..."

   The force of closing the door was stronger than Xiaolan, and soon, with another slam, the door closed.

Not only did it close, but when Xiaolan blinked his eyes, the door suddenly disappeared, the original brown-yellow wooden door became a snow-white wall, Xiaolan lay on the wall, and after a while, he straightened up again. Body, examining the strange state in front of him.

   What does this dream mean?

   Hotel room, summer wind, and a cat meow.

  Is this the memory of the tangram deceased?

   Or... your own memories?

  Xiaolan walked along the corridor, step by step, and finally, she heard another voice.

   Not far away, there was the sound of fierce fighting.

   Xiaolan ran.

just in front!

  The end of the corridor slowly turned from white to brown, and then from brown to blood red. Xiaolan ran to the end out of breath, and saw another world.

   In front of his eyes, there are countless red silk threads interspersed horizontally and vertically.

  Those red silk threads passed through in front of him, densely packed, and seemed to form a blood-red net, trying to catch everything in the bag.

"what!……"

"Uh!……"

   "Master!...Ah!..."

   "Help!..."

   Screams rang out.

  Xiaolan looked at the near **** scene in front of her, surprised, but not too surprised.

   The place where he was standing was the poison ivy house in the Qiqiao mansion, and this medicine mortar came from there.

In addition to myself, there are more than a dozen people in this room, all of them are in pain, or lying on the ground struggling, or staring blankly at their chest, looking at the red blood hole that suddenly appeared there, a The face is puzzled.

   Xiaolan felt her body running towards those people.

   "Senior brother!..." He rushed to the side of a man who was losing blood and convulsing, "Senior brother!...Senior brother!..."

   "Junior Brother..." The man's mouth gurgled thick blood, he clenched his hand tightly, and looked at himself with tears in his eyes, "Run...Quick..."

   Before he could finish speaking, his body twitched again, and the power from that hand instantly loosened, the man rolled his eyes and died.

   "Senior Brother!"

"Master is gullible to thieves! My Qiqiao is about to die!" A man who struggled for a long time raised his head, and two tears of blood flowed down his cheeks into his temples, "My Qiqiao is red and pointed! Don't give it to outsiders! You can't! …”

   "Senior Brother!..." Seeing the man's tragic appearance, he cried coldly, "You can't have an accident... Master, he won't give up on us, Master will save us..."

   "Little brother! Hurry up!..." The man vomited a large mouthful of blood, "Go from behind!... Before those people poison you, hurry up... ah!..."

He watched the man's left chest with a **** red flower, as if it had been penetrated by something, and the blood almost splashed on his face. down.

   scream.

   screamed desperately to himself, holding his head, he stepped back helplessly.

   Afraid... Afraid...

   is dead...

  There is only one left...myself...

   His legs were already weak. After staggering two steps, he also fell to his knees on the ground, dragging his legs, crying and crawling on the ground.

   Xiaolan suddenly saw a familiar medicine mortar.

   is this medicine mortar!

   at your hand!

right here……

  In that instant, a cold feeling ran through his chest.

  Poof——

  The hot liquid splashed out from his left chest like a fountain.

   himself fell.

   His hand just touched the medicine mortar.

   Medicine jar recorded his own story.

  The world in front of him was gradually occupied by the dazzling red, and Xiaolan felt the pain, fear, severe pain, and despair of the man before his death.

   It's hard to extricate yourself, as if... that's how I died.

   The one who died just now was really just that tangram?

   Isn't it yourself?

   Are you alive? Still dead?

  It hurts, is it true? or fake?

"Meow!--"

   In the blood-red field, a bright white suddenly appeared.

   The white shadow was like light and electricity, swiftly attacked from a distance, and ran in front of him.

   is a white cat.

  Golden eyes.

"Meow!--"

   The white cat screamed sharply, and it raised its paws and grabbed towards Xiaolan.

  Xiaolan closed her eyes subconsciously.

   Complete silence.

   opened his eyes again.

  Xiaolan held the medicine mortar in her arms, looked at the snow-white ceiling, gasped for breath, the sweat on her forehead had soaked the pillow, and there were two even and familiar breathing sounds in her ears.

   (end of this chapter)