Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 618 The plague disappears

   "She told you?" Xiaolan questioned.

   "Uh... to be precise... the gesture was given to me," the fool moved his finger. "Combined with some Daoist reasoning... After all, Wen Ling's expressive ability is limited."

  A very polite statement.

   "Ask Lingming knows that bringing a mummy can avoid injury, why is she still bitten like this?" This time Qin Yin was asking.

The fool raised his head and traced back, "Let me tell you about the whole thing... At first, the ground cracked and all the machines fell. I don't know where you fell. Ha, I fell in front of it... that's the exit. Nearby, Wenling’s machine fell beside me, and then she led me to find the door. Do you still remember the space on the second floor of the factory that has no entrance? In fact, here, right there..."

   "What?" Qin Yin raised his head and looked around the vast ink-colored plain, "How is it possible, this place is so big..."

"The royal city is actually very small," Luo Jiutian gave as an example. "The dark tower of the king **** is also very small, but when you are in it, the sense of space is different...After all, they are also the gods of this place, a bit The ability to control the space is not difficult to understand, right?"

   "Understandable," Xiaolan hurriedly interrupted the conversation, urging the fool to continue, "Fool brother, what's next?"

"Wen Ling and I did not find you in the ruins of the factory, so we decided to come back here. At this time, the mice appeared, and Wen Ling knew that something went wrong, so we followed the mice and ran over, why Wen Ling was injured. , Because she slipped and fell while she was running. As soon as the mummy she was holding fell away, the mouse surrounded her..." The fool recalled the scene and narrowed his eyes. "I wanted to take me Handed her the corpse in her hand, but she was so anxious that she rushed over. When we arrived at your place, the child was lying in your arms, and you were covered with red and black sticky silk threads. ...Wen Ling shouted your name and threw you down, and then... it was over."

   Although the description of the fool is very plain, Xiaolan is still moved by the inspiration in the story.

   "Where is the Dao Master?" Xiaolan remembered the last thing in her memory, "Didn't that kid also catch the Dao Master?"

   "He originally wanted to catch it, it should be me," Tao Chang said slowly, "but then, he felt that Xiaolan you...you changed the object."

   "Hate," Xiaolan said angrily, "Do I look like the kind of person who can't resist temptation?"

   "It should not be a question of temptation," the Taoist leader lowered his head and muttered vaguely, "It may be because he thinks your physique is more similar to him."

  "What?" Xiaolan couldn't hear clearly.

   "Ah! I saw the door!" Qin Yin suddenly jumped up, "It's over there...Run quickly."

  Under Qin Yin's urging, the group of people ran up and ran, and in the dim darkness before them, a rugged cliff edge emerged. At the foot of the cliff, a dark gate showed its outline.

  The door is very heavy. When the fool holding Wen Ling couldn't do it, the other four people used the strength of feeding to push the door open.

  A scent of dust and gray rushed over his face, but after they smelled it, the air was already fresh.

After   , there was a touch of moonlight cast from the corner.

  That is the stairwell on the second floor.

   finally came out.

  Except for Wenling and Xiaolan who were seriously injured, the others were almost uninjured. The trip was considered a safe return. Everyone was relieved when they walked on the first floor where the concrete floor was completely cracked and billowed with dust and smoke.

   There is a sneaky figure outside the door, but they are not nervous.

  Because it was very fast, the person ran over following their smell, Baomu's face was pale and ruddy, and he looked nervous and healthy.

"What happened?"

   Baomu shouted.

  He first counted the number of people with his sight, and then followed the smell of blood to find Wen Ling and Xiaolan.

  "Said in the car, said in the car." The fool smiled at Baomu who was mad.

   "Oh, that's right," Qin Yin only remembered when everyone walked to the wild grassland outside the factory and asked, "Why does Wenling purify? What is she purifying?"

"It seems that this is also a unique difference of Sanyan." Luo Jiutian scratched his head. "My father seems to have said something similar to me. I forgot the specific content. My father respected the duck-filling teaching at the time, and he taught it. Things, I only remembered a rough idea."

  "Will Wen Ling wake up and ask her again," the Taoist chief glanced around, "Say it when it is safe."

   "We are safe!" Qin Yin stretched out.

  The Daoist reluctantly smiled.

  Everyone returned to the car, the sky was slightly pale, and the car left.

  A breeze blew across this peaceful meadow.

  The air and night wind flow slowly.

   rustle... rustle...

  In the middle of the dense grass, there was a sound that did not sound like a breeze.

   rustle... rustle...

  The shaking of the weeds became violent.

   "Squeak!"

   "Squeak!"

  One beep, two beeps...

  As if responding to something, there was a noisy rat cry in the grass.

  The gray mouse stood up and looked angrily at the rut marks on the dirt road and the ruined temple behind them.

   rustle... rustle...

  One leg, stepped out from behind the grass.

  A person appeared.

  The man was hidden in the dark, with a mouse squatting on each shoulder. The mouse squeaked as if talking.

  The man raised his head.

  The first morning sun was reflected on his face.

  He has no eyes.

  On the upper part of the bridge of the nose, there is a traversing scar. The eyes that should have been clear are now suffering and decay.

  He listened to the mice’s conversation.

  An almost obsessive smile appeared on his face.

  "Sanyan..."

  ***

   "Is Baomu okay?" The fool in the driver's seat turned his head and asked.

  Everyone's attention was on the questioning spirit. After the fool mentioned it, he remembered that Baomu was still a sick person.

   "I'm fine," Baomu smiled haggardly, "I am a little tired now, but it's nothing compared to you."

The group returned to the prosperous center of Wuyu Town. Although it was just dawn, the city was in chaos. The whispers of "Plague Plague" were lingering everywhere. The people were full of panic, but the relevant personnel seemed like The group was silent, and has yet to respond.

  Until the screaming sick numbers suddenly discovered that their symptoms had suddenly disappeared, just like when the plague came, the people rushed to tell, and the incident "the plague disappeared" slowly spread.

  Finally, before all the people in the city wake up, the coming and passing of the plague has become another "collective illusion" that people talk about.

   "Look, it really is just an illusion."

  People comforted themselves so, wiped the sweat from the top of their heads, and continued their peaceful life.

  (End of this chapter)