Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 510 Mowen Manor

  The two children had already arrived in the dining room. They were standing at the dining table and waiting politely. Seeing Xiaolan and Yrel approaching the dining table, they sat silently on the chairs.

  The rain outside the window was still falling. The whole meal was quiet and dull. There was only the sound of knife and fork colliding. The taste of the food was very good, but Xiaolan had an average appetite, and soon put down the tableware.

  "Are you finished?" Seeing Xiaolan put down the tableware, the little girl Lily asked quickly.

   Xiaolan nodded.

   "Then tonight..." Lily looked at Xiaolan, half shy and expectant, "Can you tell me a story?"

   "Look how enthusiastic and cute our Lily is." Yrel smiled and narrowed his eyes.

   "Yes," Xiaolan looked at the angelic smiling face and promised, "As long as Lily is obedient, I will tell Lily a story."

  I don't know if it was due to an illusion, Xiaolan felt that the smile on Lily's face seemed to freeze.

After the meal, Lily took Xiaolan’s hand and walked to her room. The sky darkened, and the servants lit up the candles in the corridor one by one. Yrel took Moses’s hand and walked in front, when the little boy entered At the moment in the room, the dim candlelight flickered, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

  Lily’s room was a bit more spacious than Xiaolan, and the decoration was more matte. As soon as she entered, the little girl released Xiaolan’s hand and ran a few steps to the bookcase placed opposite the big bed.

  There was a whole row of fairy tale books on the bookcase. Lily chose one in distress for a long time, and finally selected one. She hid the book behind her back and bounced back to Xiaolan.

  "Do you think I am obedient?" The little girl's expression was like a puppy begging to be petted.

   Xiaolan reached out and touched Lily's hair, "Lily is very obedient today."

   "Then can I get rewards?"

  Lily stretched out her hand behind her. It was a fairy tale book with a bronzing cover. The book was very thin, with the title "Blue Beard" printed on the cover.

  Xiaolan has a little impression of this story.

  A few minutes later, Lily was already lying quietly on the bed, holding the little pink quilt in her hands, her dark pupils staring at Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan opened the book and began to recite the contents of the book.

  "Blue Beard.

   "There used to be a man who had many beautiful houses. He also had all kinds of gold and silver tableware, carved furniture, and gold-plated carriages, but unfortunately, that man had a blue beard..."

  Xiaolan's tone is not hurried, slowly swaying along with the candlelight.

   "...Finally, they pierced Blue Beard's chest with a sword, and he fell to the ground and died, and the poor wife was finally saved."

  Xiaolan closed the book.

  Yes, she remembers this story.

  The little girl was not half sleepy, and looked at Xiaolan without blinking.

  "Don't you want to sleep?" Xiaolan put the book on her lap.

   "You said..." Lily covered her face with the quilt, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Her voice was muffled in the quilt, and it sounded very low, "Why did Blue Beard kill her wife?"

  Xiaolan thought for a while, "Because he is a bad person, and what a bad person thinks, we good people will not understand."

   "I think it's because he loves his wives," Lily closed her eyebrows, "but his wives don't love him."

  Xiaolan's movements were delayed for a while.

  "This is not a reason." Xiaolan replied stiffly.

  The little girl’s slender eyelashes cast two shadows, "Do you know that there is another ending to this story?"

   Xiaolan was silent for a moment.

  Without waiting for Xiaolan’s response, Lily directly retracted into the quilt and hummed coquettishly, “Well, I’m sleepy. Will you come to tell me a story tomorrow night?”

   Xiaolan stood up and looked at the petite figure buried in the quilt.

   "If you are obedient."

  Xiaolan returned to her room, sat on the bed and looked out the window, wondering what was wrong with the two children.

  Also, the task of this level is to stay here for ten days until the person who wrote to himself returns?

It's that simple?

  The night was dark, and the manor was dead silent. Xiaolan walked to the curtain and looked out the window. The rain still didn't stop, there was no light in the courtyard, and the flower terraces and ornamental trees of various shapes swayed in the drizzle.

   "Strange," Xiao Lan muttered to herself silently, "It's strange."

   What's even stranger is that there seems to be a voice that echoes with Xiaolan's voice.

  Xiaolan closed her mouth immediately and listened.

  Only the sound of rain.

  "Anyone?" Xiaolan raised her voice.

  There is no sound.

  Is it a mistake?

  The voice just now is clearly...

   Xiaolan hesitated, opened a window, and the sound of wind and rain and humid air poured into the room. Xiaolan held the window frame and slowly pushed his upper body out of the window.

  She raised her head.

  Suddenly, a large drop of black liquid fell to Xiaolan's side with a clatter.

   Xiaolan looked at the black trace on the edge of the window.

what is this?

  At that moment, Xiaolan clearly saw something flashed by the window upstairs, and immediately after that, the drop fell.

  No way.

   Xiaolan immediately retracted and quickly took a candle and entered the corridor.

  The two children should have fallen asleep. Only Xiaolan's footsteps seem to be echoing in the entire castle.

  She quickly came to the corridor of the three-story building. As expected, the corridor was dark because no one lived on the third floor, so the servants did not light up the candles on this floor.

  Click...

  Only the sound of own footsteps.

   Xiaolan stopped in front of a door.

  This is the room directly above my room.

  Click...

  There is sound inside!

  Xiaolan’s heartbeat speeded up a bit.

  In the door, there are footsteps.

  Someone is moving in the door and can be heard. The person has tried to lower his footsteps, but he can still hear some.

   Xiaolan grabbed the door handle and twisted it a little bit.

   Click!

  The metal machine inside the handle made a faint, crisp sound, and the sound of footsteps in the door stopped instantly.

  The door is not locked.

   Xiaolan held his breath, twisting the handle a little bit.

   Xiaolan’s entire attention was focused on this handle, and the sound of rain and wind almost ceased to exist.

  In the door, what is waiting for me...

"what are you doing?"

  The sudden sound of words behind her scared Xiaolan almost directly kneeling on the ground, the candlestick in her hand crooked, but Xiaolan held it in time, and did not let the candle fall on the carpet.

  "I...Miss Iriel?" Xiaolan leaned her back against the wall, panting, and looked at the woman in front of her, "How could you..."

  Irel was holding a piece of black cotton in her hand, and carrying a large bunch of keys in the other hand. The candle light swayed on her face, her expression was surprised and curious.

  "I'm here...clean some things," Yrel raised the cloth he was holding in his left hand. "How about you?"

  (End of this chapter)