Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 507 Whirlpool

   Xiaolan took Baomu's hand, and the two stood there in silence for a while.

   "Xiao Lan," Baomu's voice had a hint of command, "You come and go for the last door."

   Xiaolan thought about it for a while, then raised her head and said, "Brother Baomu, I think...we can walk into the fire and thunder together."

  "Together?" Bao Mu seemed to have never thought of this before.

   "There is no rule that two people can't enter the same door," Xiaolan said pretentiously, "The worst end is to kick the two of us out at the same time."

  Baomu's mentality and expression are relaxed a lot.

   Xiaolan crouched down and picked up the mask Qin Sicong had placed on the ground. Under the fumigation of the surrounding hot air, the surface of the mask became darker and brighter. The tentacles were no longer so cold, but had a warm and sticky feeling.

  "You should hold this, it may be useful in the future." Baomu said.

   Xiaolan did not refuse, holding the mask, and Baomu walked to the last door of life-Huo Lei Chuan.

  The two looked at each other, Baomu nodded and opened the door handle.

   Inside the door is a deep blue vortex, like a deep sea, and like a starry sky.

  Baomu leaned in curiously and approached, "What is this...Ah!"

   Baomu's call only sounded for a moment, and then disappeared by Xiao Lan's ear.

Xiaolan retracted her hand pushing towards Baomu and watched Baomu's figure disappear into the whirlpool. After the whirlpool swallowed a person, it was still flowing quietly. Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the cracks flashed between the doors. With the golden light, the last door was officially closed.

  Brother Baomu is still so innocent and can't concentrate.

  The sixth page of the book in the coffin has already explained: a door can only enter one person.

   Xiaolan sighed secretly.

  If she throws this kind of treasure wood into the unexplored middle hexagram, she really can't relax.

  Xiaolan held the mask in his arms, took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the door with the Qian Gua pictured.

open the door.

  The vortex in the door is black.

  Like ink, the surface of the vortex surging quietly, revealing a trace of lifelessness.

   Xiaolan held the mask tightly with both hands, stepped out of her right leg, and the moment her toes touched the whirlpool, all the colors in front of her disappeared.

Xiaolan seemed to be back in the dream state not long ago. Her body was floating and she couldn't see anything. Then, suddenly, a broad and soft object supported herself, and Xiaolan felt that she was rolling over that thing, not for a while , Fell from above again, continued to float and fall, and another thing supported him...

  A soft laugh came from far away.

  The laughter was extremely clear.

   "Be a god, come to your village..."

  Someone is talking!

   Xiaolan opened his eyes instantly.

  Floating in the darkness.

  The soft touch under her body appeared again, and Xiao Lan quickly turned over and looked at what was holding her.

  Pale, cold, strange texture on the surface...

   Xiaolan raised her eyes.

  Nose, lips...

  This is a human face.

   is a huge human face.

   Soon, Xiaolan slipped off that face and continued to fall. Only then did she see that there were countless faces floating in the void below, and each face was different.

  In the ear, the voice of speaking sounded again.

   "Your selfishness and arrogance will not destroy God..."

  The voice rang from overhead.

   Xiaolan grabbed the edge of a face and lifted herself up by that face.

  The sound is getting closer.

   "Only you will destroy yourself."

  A gleam of light appeared on the top of his head.

   Xiaolan felt a hot spot on her chest, and lowered her head. The mask was stuffed into the skirt of her clothes by herself, revealing a corner, and it was it that was hot.

  It seems to have felt some kind of call.

  The scope of the white light is getting bigger and bigger, gradually enclosing Xiaolan and the surrounding skin.

  Da...Da...Da...

   is the sound of water drops falling.

  Tick...

"Have you considered?"

   is the voice of another man talking.

   Xiaolan woke up in shock, she looked around.

  I have seen it here.

  Here is where they found Qin Sicong.

   is the house protected by iron gates and fences.

   Xiaolan widened his eyes and walked in this familiar place.

   Then, she saw the back figure sitting on the recliner.

  Tick...tick...

  The sound of water droplets is coming from him.

   Xiaolan stepped on the ground without making a sound.

  She bypassed the recliner and walked to the front of the man.

   "I'm done."

  The man said suddenly.

   is the sound I heard when I was floating, illusory, soft, and depressing.

  "Become a true god?" A man's hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded in the corner.

  Xiao Lan was startled, and quickly looked to the place where the sound was sounding.

  In the corner of the living room, there is a lacquered black figure squatting. The figure is hidden in the shadow of the closet, only a vague figure can be distinguished.

  The boy on the couch sneered.

   "I know, that's not the real god," the boy slowly sat up, as if to get up from the couch, "I know what a real **** is like."

   "But you can be the **** we define." The man in the shadow said.

  His voice was strange, as if he was laughing, but also as if he was sorry.

   "I'm not interested..." The boy straightened his back and suddenly raised his face, "I just need to be their god."

  Xiaolan's heart beat hard.

  The boy's face was blood red, and the skin had been cut off, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with anger. The blood dripped down his chin and fell onto the mask placed on his legs.

  The dark mask.

  Tick...tick...

   Xiaolan quickly touched the mask in her arms.

   is gone.

  The boy picked up the mask, got up from the recliner, and limped to the window.

  The night sky outside the window was shining with stars.

  The man in the shadow moved and seemed to lift his head slightly.

   "Have you made a decision?"

  The boy nodded, his movements so weak that he could hardly be distinguished.

   Although Xiaolan couldn't see the man's face clearly, he seemed to be smiling.

  The man bowed slightly, retreated into the shadow, and disappeared into the shadow.

  The boy limped, walked slowly to the front door, and grabbed the doorknob with his blood-stained hand.

open the door.

   Xiaolan felt that her body followed the boy out of the house out of thin air.

At the door, a ragged little boy was sitting on the ground. Seeing the boy go out, he quickly stood up. The boy’s clothes were also covered with blood, and his dirty little face was covered with tears. When he looked like a boy, the little boy grinned and cried more fiercely.

   Xiaolan stared at the little boy's aggrieved face, feeling a bit familiar.

  Qin Sicong?

   To be precise, it was the face Qin Sicong used before.

  The boy walked up to the little boy, bent over, and handed him the mask in his hand.

   "Take this away."

  (End of this chapter)