Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 964 Aunt Li's house

  The fool squatted on the ground in frustration, like a child who lost his temper, throwing stones, "I finally found a clue... Alas, it's all my fault."

   "Fool, don't blame yourself too much," Baomu stood up and patted the soil in his hand, "Maybe we can find the person who took the box."

   "Where are you going to find this?" The fool smiled helplessly, "We don't even know when it was lost."

Daoist    thought for a long time and asked softly, "Fool, do you remember that Aunt Li?"

   "Aunt Li?" The fool's expression was a little dazed, "I... Of course I remember, didn't Xiaolan mention her just now?"

   "Do you remember where Auntie Li's house is?" The Taoist priest immediately asked.

   "It seems to be in that direction..." The fool pointed to the east hesitantly, "But after so many years, I don't know if Aunt Li has moved."

   "Do you think Aunt Li picked up the fool's luggage?" Qin Yin asked.

   is quite possible.

   So, everyone followed the path in the fool's memory and walked to the former house of Aunt Li's house.

   They stopped in front of a humble and low bungalow.

   "Are you sure it's here?" Qin Yin looked at the hut, "It seems... no one lives here."

   "Anyway, Aunt Li lived here before I left the bridge," said the fool. "It's been so long, she probably moved to a building too."

   "Then do we still go in?" Qin Yin asked.

  The Taoist priest thought for a while, then turned his head and asked, "Baomu, is there anyone in the house now?"

  Baomu has been sniffing since just now. Hearing the question from the Taoist priest, he shook his head and said, "No one, it's an empty house."

   "Then let's go in and have a look," said the Taoist priest, "no one is there anyway."

  These sinful words spit out from the Taoist priest's mouth, as smoothly and naturally as saying "good morning".

   And no one objected to that.

  Qin Yin twisted the door handle a few times, and decisively gave way to the seat next to the door, "The door is locked, Xiaolan, come on."

   Xiaolan obediently stepped forward, grabbed the door handle, twisted it slightly, the resistance of the door lock reached her palm, Xiaolan went against the resistance and increased her strength.

   Click! ——

   The door opened.

   But this time, it was not Xiaolan who opened the door lock, but... the door lock was broken.

  The interior of the door lock has long been corroded by years of disrepair. Xiaolan stared blankly at the door handle in his hand. The handle had detached from the door and became a part of himself.

   "Good guy," Qin Yin said, "I would have gone straight up if I knew it, I am good at tearing down the door."

  Xiaolan tried to put the door handle back, but after failing, she could only shake her arm to hide her embarrassment, "Anyway, the door is open, let's go in."

   Auntie Li's house is relatively small, with only one bedroom, a kitchen and a living room. The house is empty, and the furniture and accessories are gone.

   "It looks like they have moved," said the fool, "Ah...the house is so small."

   The Taoist priest smiled and looked at the fool, "When I was young, I thought everything was big. When I grow up, those things will naturally become smaller."

   "It's really like this..."

   "Ah!"

   A loud sneeze sounded in the corner, and everyone looked over in unison.

  Baomu stood in front of a half-human-high pottery pot, pointed at the pottery pot, motioned them to look, and sneezed again.

   "Look at...what's here...Ahee!" Baomu covered his nose, tears coming out, "It smells so pungent...Ahee! It smells good..."

  The crowd gathered around the tank and stuck their heads out at the same time.

  There is a pool of pure water in the jar, and in the middle of the night, a bright black light flashes. I don't know if it's the water or the jar, and there is always a faint sour smell.

   "It's okay, I don't think the smell is too heavy," Qin Yin sniffed hard, "This is an old tank, what kind of smell can it have?"

   "Brother Baomu, can't you smell this?" Xiaolan asked with blinking eyes.

  Baomu shook his head, "I've never smelled this kind of smell, it's very unfamiliar...and it's also very unpleasant."

   "That's weird..." Qin Yin crooked his neck and looked at the water, "By the way, come over, look at this tank, can you see the doorway?"

   Wen Ling, who had been silent for almost an entire night, finally regained some sense of existence. She squeezed to the edge of the tank, stuck her head out, and carefully observed the black water.

   After a few seconds, she raised a finger.

  Everyone was instantly energized.

  Wang Ling held up that finger and said confidently, "Sauerkraut."

ah? Eh? Sauerkraut?

  So...this is just a sauerkraut jar with pickled sauerkraut?

   "Speaking of which..." the fool said, "It does seem to be sauerkraut."

   "Cut, I thought it was the jar that soaked the corpse or something," Qin Yin waved his hands in disappointment, "Baomu, can't you smell the sauerkraut?"

   "I've never eaten sauerkraut," Baomu said sharply, still pinching his nose, "I hate the taste."

   "Looks like your nemesis has appeared," Qin Yin said. "When I fight with you in the future, throw a sauerkraut on you, and you'll run into the street."

  Baomu said sincerely, "Sister Xiaoyin, when we are fighting, whatever you throw at me will throw me on the street..."

   "Not good!" The Taoist priest suddenly roared, "Hurry down and squat down!"

  Although everyone didn't know what happened, the reflex arc they had learned from running away for years had already pinned them to the ground.

   Just as everyone was hiding, suddenly, the light of a flashlight shot in from the window and landed on Xiaolan, so scared that she quickly moved her position.

  Swish…Swish…

   A series of footsteps, from far to near.

   There was a harsh rubbing sound from the door that was closed, and after a while, a man's voice sounded.

   "Huh? What's wrong with this door..." The man's voice was steady and low, as if muttering to himself, "It's so boring, it's so tattered."

   The voice fell, the door opened, and a flashlight came in from outside the door.

   The man took two steps and stopped suddenly.

"Who?!"

Ugh……

   Blame it, this house is too small.

  Everyone stood up one after another, bowed their heads and stood in front of the flashlight, it really seemed like a little thief had been caught.

When the   man saw that there were so many people hiding in the hut, he was so frightened that he stepped back to the door.

   "I'm really sorry," the Taoist priest smiled warmly and friendly, at least he thought so, "don't be afraid, we are not bad people."

   Although at this moment, it doesn't seem to be convincing...

   "You...you, you are..." The man's flashlight focused on the fool, "Wait, why do I think you look familiar? Are you...are you Brother Zishan?"

   (end of this chapter)