Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 58 Into the Boundary 3

  Xiaolan hugs the scarf tightly. The scarf that the two girls once owned is soft and light, with a little earthy smell.

  The furry texture of the scarf envelops her, and the smell of soil turned up by the rain penetrates her nose and her brain.

  Is it necessary to have the spatial ability of a small tone when entering the world?

   Xiaolan closed her eyes tightly.

  It's so quiet, the sound of wind, trees, and birds in the forest all seem to be inaudible.

  Is it started now, or...

  The people on the left and right sides were also motionless. Xiaolan wanted to open his eyes to see what happened, but was afraid that his actions would affect his entry.

  Wait...Wait...

  Take a deep breath, and the heartbeat becomes clear.

  From afar, there is a voice.

  From far, far away, it was like a sound brought by a ray of breeze.

  "Pattern..."

  The sound gradually approached, and at the same time, it seemed to have a strong smell of earth.

Is it raining?

   "No way, Master Dao."

  The frustrated voice of the small tone sounded from the left, but the voice of the small tone next to him seemed to be separated by a thick layer of glass.

   "What's the matter?" The Taoist asked from the right side, his voice was the same, it seemed very close, and it seemed very far away.

  Weird.

   Xiaolan tried to open his eyes a gap.

  A few people stood still on the spot, and the surrounding scenery did not change.

  But...

   "I tried to break the boundary, but no response, is there really a boundary here?"

  Xiaolan opened her eyes and wanted to say something.

  The scene has not changed, but...but the black cover that shrouded the line of sight just now seems to be darker in color.

  Is it that night has fallen?

   "Xiaolan, this girl is still unreliable."

  The fool opposite teased him.

   "Xiaolan himself didn't say that this place is definitely bounded," Pineapple glared at him, "It's the Daoist who said he wants to try it."

  What a distant sound...The person in front of you seems to be slowly disappearing.

  No... here... there must be a problem here...

  "Pattern..."

  The sound of rain was approaching. Through the sound of rain, Xiaolan felt that all around was getting wet.

   Xiaolan opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

   speechless.

  "Pattern..."

  The sound of rain came to my ears.

  The surroundings were still dry and quiet. Everyone opened their eyes and looked at Dao Master and themselves.

   "Wait!" Pineapple suddenly raised his hand and looked straight ahead, "I feel it! It's getting darker, it's getting darker!"

Dao Chang suddenly grabbed his right wrist, and the hairpin in Xiaolan's hand almost fell to the ground.

   "It's started, get ready!"

  The fool shook his head, his face looked incredible.

   "I saw it too, my god...no..."

  Indeed, it’s darker...

   "What about this time..."

   "Hold on to the person next to you!"

  The sound of conversation also gradually disappeared, like the sound of rain slowly approaching me, and the sound of conversation slowly moving away from me.

  The black is deeper, and Xiaolan is almost unable to see other people.

  Is this...real entry?

   Xiaolan lowered his head, and the hand that Dao Master was holding on to him disappeared.

  "Pattern..."

  There is a strong smell of earth all around, as if to get into every pore of oneself.

   can't see, can't hear.

  Only the sound of rain.

  This is the feeling of entering the world.

   Xiaolan tensed her muscles, preparing to close her eyes first to welcome the world of flowers.

  Huh...Since the Taoist said don’t be afraid, then I’ll...

   Suddenly his feet were empty.

   Again!

"what!……"

  Xiaolan heard her scream, the scream masked the sound of rain, echoing in the empty environment.

Doesn't it mean that every world is different? Why did it fall into a strange place again this time?

What about the rest?

  Before the question is answered, the brief weightlessness is over.

  Suddenly, her body touched a solid surface, not as if she had fallen. Xiao Lan lay on the surface, took a sigh of relief, and opened her eyes wide.

  "Pattern..."

  This time, it was not just the sound of rain, the fine rain fell on Xiaolan's body and eyes.

  At first glance, it looks like I'm back to that dream.

  As Xiaolan feels, the difference between now and the dream gradually appears.

  This is not the road, nor the forest in the dream.

   Xiaolan sat up with support, let Yusi wet her clothes and hair, and looked around.

  White walls and black tiles, pavilions and pavilions.

  This is like a quaint and quiet garden.

  Xiaolan was lying outside the door of a hut. The light in the hut was dim, and only the pictures hanging on the walls and the tables and chairs placed on the walls could be vaguely seen.

   By the way, how about them?

   Xiaolan only remembered to look for her companion. A Ji Ling got up from the ground and hurriedly hid in the hut and looked out.

  There is no sign of anyone in these four weeks.

  "Daoist!" Xiaolan called out softly, "Pineapple! Xiaoyin!"

  There is no response, not even an echo.

   "Is there no one?" Xiaolan was a little anxious, "Fool brother! Maple sugar! Baomu!"

  Is this another weird place you have entered?

  Or is it the only one who successfully entered the world?

   "Ah! It's a little girl!"

  A delicate voice suddenly sounded from the top of her head, Xiao Lan took three steps back in fright, leaning against the corner of the wall, and looking above the position just now.

  Beams, roof, nothing else.

   "It's...who is it!" Xiaolan shouted to the void.

   "Huh?" The voice sounded briskly, but it was still above Xiaolan's head, "Can you hear me?"

   does not sound malicious.

  "Why can't I hear?" Xiaolan raised her head and shouted, "your voice is not small."

  "That's great, great!" The other side laughed, the laughter was crisp and sweet, like a silver bell gently shook in the distance, "You are the first to hear me, great!"

  The laughter was very contagious, and for a moment, Xiaolan felt that the situation was not so serious anymore.

   "Are you Xiaohua?"

  The laughter stopped abruptly.

   Xiaolan's scalp numb, and she feels like she has said something wrong.

  Sure enough, you have to be tactful and not so direct when treating girls...

   "Don't call me Xiaohua, I hate this name," the girl's voice is low but still pleasant, as if through this voice, she can directly see the girl's expression and her mood.

   Xiaolan did not dare to speak, and remained silent.

  Holding a scarf and hairpin in her arms, she shouldn’t do anything to herself...

   "You," the dissatisfaction just disappeared, and the girl was happy again, "Call me a flower bush!"

  (End of this chapter)