Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 842 Rescue

   "In my dream, there was also a white cat."

  Xiaolan told them what he had dreamed about, including the hellish scene of the Qiqiao mansion and the white cat with yellow eyes.

   "Listen to what you mean..." Xia Hua frowned, "Can you use some medium to dream about the experience of the deceased?"

   That's right, Xia Hua and the others didn't know they had this ability.

   "Uh...that's it," Xiaolan tried to keep a low profile, "usually you need things that the deceased touched before he was alive, and sometimes...things belonging to the deceased are fine."

   "This ability is very interesting."

  Xiahua wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she didn't say the rest of the sentence.

   "In your dream, what did the Qiqiao man say before he died?" Luo Jiutian asked, "He said that their master mistakenly believed in the thief?"

   "Yes," Xiaolan nodded immediately, "They also said that it was their master who taught the red tip to outsiders, which caused their death."

   "The outsider is referring to the scarred eye, right?" Qin Yin said.

   "It's possible..." Xiaolan said, "After all, that scarred eye is a trilogy."

   "Did Scareye kill everyone in Qiqiao?" Qin Yin felt a little weird, "Is he so powerful?"

   "Listen to Miss Xiaolan's statement, that night, all Qiqiao people were poisoned with the red tip and died almost at the same time, right?" Xia Hua asked.

  Xiaolan nodded slowly, "It should be, at that time, there were horizontal and vertical red silk threads everywhere in the yard, and it was chaotic, and it was impossible to see who those threads were connected to."

"If this is the case, then there must be more than the scar eye," Xia Hua said, "Although the person with the red tip poison can manipulate the poisoner from a distance, if he kills, he still needs to do it himself. After killing so many people, apart from the scarred eyes, there must be many poisoners."

   "Yes," Qin Yin pondered, "After all, Scareye wanted to kill Xiaolan at that time, and it took so much effort, but it still failed."

   "Mainly because Miss Xiaolan is special enough." Xia Hua looked at Xiaolan with a smile, but there were other emotions in her beautiful apricot eyes.

   The Taoist priest looked out the window and sighed faintly, "It's dawn."

   Another sleepless night.

   "Oh, this matter is really getting more and more complicated the more you investigate," Qin Yin sat on the bed, dangling her legs, turned her head and said to Miaozhen, who always bowed her head and said, "Xiao Miaozhen, okay, don't blame yourself."

  Miaozhen raised his head with a dazed expression, "Huh?"

   "I said you don't blame yourself," Qin Yin repeated, "it's not your fault either."

   "Oh..." Miaozhen's movements were also extremely slow, "Thank you..."

   "It seems that this incident has hit Miaozhen a lot." The fool beside him whispered.

"Miaozhen's sense of responsibility is too strong. Miaozhen has always been in charge of dispatching affairs at the fifth watch. It is understandable that he would blame himself for this matter," Xia Hua said, "but Miaozhen is not such a depressed person. Man, Laoqiao won't blame him indiscriminately, don't worry, it won't take long for him to get better."

   "Master, what plan do we have today?" Baomu yawned and asked the master.

  The Taoist priest was looking out the window in deep thought. At this time, he turned his head and said, "I'm very interested in that bridge and no temple."

   "Where is the lady boss asking for the amulet?" Qin Yin responded quickly, "What's wrong with that place?"

   "The problem is that they actually gave this kind of thing to others for free," said the fool. "It costs money to sell Taoist talismans to others, not to mention that Taoist priests sometimes sell fake talismans."

   "It's not a false talisman," the Taoist master corrected the sentence gracefully, "it's a spell without psychic power, and not everyone can accept a talisman."

   Through the gentle and elegant eyes of the Taoist leader, Xiaolan knew that the fool in the Taoist leader's heart had been sentenced to death for repeated executions.

   "Alright," Xia Hua stood up and said, "Investigate in another place, maybe you can get unexpected clues. We have always limited the investigation space to the vicinity of this mansion, but it is easy to fall into the trap."

   Everyone agreed on today's plan, and they planned to go back to their respective rooms to rectify it. Xiaolan was about to open the door when suddenly, a hurried knock came in from outside the door.

   Everyone in the room was stunned.

   "Someone."

   Dong Dong Dong! ...

   The knock on the door became more urgent.

   "Little girl!...Master Daoist!..." A trembling voice sounded outside the door, "Are you inside? Help...help..."

   Xiaolan and Luo Jiutian reacted almost instantly.

   "It's the lady boss!"

  Xiaolan didn't hesitate, and opened the door directly. The person at the door was indeed the proprietress, but the proprietress's state sturdyly startled them.

   The proprietress crouched by the door, her face pale and sweating profusely. As soon as they opened the door, a choked sob of grievance sounded in her throat. She shook her lips, opened her mouth, and burst into tears.

   "Auntie! What's the matter with you?..." Xiaolan was also terrified, she quickly held the proprietress's arms and dragged her into the room, "Don't...don't cry, I..."

   They really didn't expect this out, people who are not afraid of fighting ghosts on weekdays are all in a hurry at this time.

   "Help me..." The more she said, the more aggrieved she became, and two strings of tears rolled down her cheeks, "Master...Masters...I'm scared to death!..."

   "What's the matter?" Qin Yin kept handing her tissues, "Sister, have you encountered a ghost?"

  The proprietress nodded again, shook her head again, and muttered, "Save people... no, save ghosts... ghosts let me save ghosts... no, save people..."

  Xiaolan understood a little, "Auntie, are you dreaming again?"

   The proprietress raised her head heavily, she grabbed Xiaolan's hand and said with tears in her eyes, "It's him again...I didn't dream of him this time...I saw him..."

  ***

  Numbers…Numbers…Numbers…

   Countless numbers were blurred in front of her eyes. The proprietress rubbed her eyes, looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then looked out the glass door.

  It is already dawn.

   Now, even if you sleep for a while, it should be fine, after all, ghosts only come to you at night.

  The proprietress blinked her eyes in a daze, and the world in front of her quickly blurred. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

   After an unknown amount of time, a strange knocking sound woke her up.

   The proprietress opened her eyes suddenly.

  I really fell asleep.

   And, not dreaming?

   She almost bounced off the seat, she looked around, looked at herself, then raised her eyes and looked forward.

   One person, standing in front of the table.

  The man turned his back to the sunlight coming in from the glass door, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that he was a thin man.

  tuk…tuk…tuk…

  The man stretched out his hand and tapped the table lightly.

   The proprietress stared blankly at the hand.

   A chill surged from behind her.

   "You're awake," the man said in a distant voice, "I'm here."

   The proprietress swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

   This voice is too familiar to me.

   He is the man in the dream.

   (end of this chapter)