Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 110 Light green, pink

   "I'm here," Xiao Lan nodded, "Do you know what's going on, Dao Master, everyone has passed out, and I just woke up."

   "Let’s wake them up first."

  Tao Master cleared up his emotions, stood up and ran straight to the nearest fool.

  The fool and Bao Mu hugged each other, leaning against the cold cave wall, both of them were unconscious, trembling slightly.

   "The fool wakes up," Dao Chang patted the fool on the face.

   Seeing that Baomu and the little fool showed signs of waking up, Xiaolan hurriedly ran to the pineapple maple syrup. The maple syrup lay straight on the ground, while the pineapple was lying peacefully in the arms of her boyfriend.

  The two were also awakened smoothly, Xiaolan rushed to the last Xiaoyin non-stop.

   "Small sound?..."

   Xiaoyin's sleeping posture is not calm, her hands are tightly clenched together on her chest, her lips are slightly pursed, her brows are twisted together, her original ruddy complexion has also become pale and haggard.

  Before losing consciousness, the small tone is still fine.

   "What's wrong with you, Xiaoyin..." The pineapple rushed over after hearing the sound, "It won't be..."

   "Ahem, ahem! Ahem!"

   Accompanied by a fierce cough, Xiaoyin sat up abruptly, her eye sockets and eyelids glowing with a faint red color, which seemed even more distressing.

   "Ah great..."

"so far so good……"

   "You scared me to death!..."

   "I...I finally heard my own voice," Xiaoyin sat down in despair, "I finally saw it, finally..."

  " Xiaoyin, stop thinking about it, just now... it was just a dream," Maple Sugar glanced at the pineapple and said to Xiaoyin, "We all had a dream, and it was all fake."

  Everyone was silent for a while.

  For a long time, the loud voice of the fool broke the silence.

   "Yes, it's just a dream."

   Xiao Yin sucked his nose, and the blood returned to his face a little bit.

   Baomu also murmured, "Yes... it's a dream... it's a dream..."

  What did they see?

   Xiaolan looked at the Dao Chief in doubt, but found that the Dao Chief was also staring at him.

   "Sound, can you still hear it?"

   Xiaolan then realized that the music that had been lingering in her ear had disappeared for some unknown time.

   Seeing her shaking her head, the Taoist chief smiled and got up.

   "Since we have nothing to do, let's set off now. We have been in for a while, and there is still a long way to go. Come on, everyone."

  Everyone followed in the footsteps of the Taoist without a word.

  The atmosphere changed obviously, Xiaolan pretended to glance at other people's faces inadvertently, and everyone looked thoughtful.

  I really hate it, I can know a little about myself.

  Who is the old man who kicked me out?

   "Dao Chang," the pale Baomu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Dao Chang, "there is a smell in front."

"What's the taste?"

   "It's... bad taste."

  The idiot sniffed around, "I really can't smell anything..."

   "What kind of bad taste," the chief Taoist asked patiently, "Is it the smell of the object, or..."

   Baomu shook his head, his eyes dodged, "It's the smell you can't smell... it's... the smell I've smelled... the smell of death..."

  Everyone was silent for a second, and then ran forward in unison.

  First, no matter what kind of smell death is, why can Baomu smell the smell of death?

  What will be the death ahead?

  The flashlight shining far away, darkness, darkness, and deeper darkness appeared in front of him.

  Scented death, death in the dark.

  In this bottomless darkness, two dim colors appeared.

  A ball of pink, a ball of light green.

  The two small colors are nestled together, as if waiting for their arrival.

  (End of this chapter)