Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 647 Bloody Cup

   "There seems to be a well in that household over there." Luo Jiutian pointed not far away.

  The two trot over the night and light rain.

   "There are charms here too!" Luo Jiutian discovered the charm on the edge of the well.

  The leader tore off the spell and threw it aside.

  Same as the well just now, a few spells were posted on the inner wall of the well.

   "It seems that there are people down here." Luo Jiutian raised his head and said.

  Daochang nodded, did not speak, for a long while, he raised his eyes to look at the house in front.

  The house of this family is made of masonry, so even after the fire, the basic structure of the house is still intact.

  "Are we going to dig?" Luo Jiutian asked.

   "No," said the Taoist chief, "Let's go to the house to find clues."

  The two were coincidentally, they walked up the steps leading to the back door of the house, shook off the raindrops that fell on their heads, Dao Chang turned the axe in his hand, Luo Jiutian grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

  ***

  Wen Ling trembled and shook his head.

"no……"

  Qin Yin was silent for a while.

  She got it.

   "Wen Ling," she quietly lay on the bottom of the stone box, her tone of voice as if she was coaxing a child, "If there is no other way, just do it."

  Wen Ling choked, tearfully pointed at the box on the stone platform, "will die..."

   "Then do we have other ways?" Qin Yin asked patiently.

  Qing Ling was startled, she lowered her head and said nothing.

   "If we don't do it, we will always be stuck here, Xiaolan is still waiting for us," Qin Yin's eyes flashed inexplicably, "Don't worry, Qin Yin will not die."

  The tone of her speech is extremely strange.

  It's like changing a person.

   Hearing Qin Yin's words, Wen Ling raised his head and blinked at her.

   "Look at me carefully," Qin Yin said slowly, "I thought, at least you can see it."

  Black pupils and gray pupils, in the faint white light and floating gray, their eyes meet.

The tears in Wenling's eyes gradually dried up.

  She stared sharply.

"You are!……"

She covered her mouth, and the rest of the words were swallowed alive. A fiery airflow surged from the depths of her throat, bringing a series of severe coughs. This was a symptom when Wenling was restrained by Sanyan's taboo. She desperately Coughing, pointing Qin Yin with his right finger, his fingertips trembling constantly.

   "You just noticed it," Qin Yin smiled palely, "How about it, I still have two children, right?"

"you……"

  "Okay, ask Lingling, you know this secret, but don't tell it," Qin Yin knocked on the bottom of the stone box, "especially don't tell them, don't frighten them."

  Wen Ling gradually calmed down, but from time to time there was a cough or two. She rubbed her neck and asked, "Why?"

  Why do you want to hide from them?

  Qin Yin can already decipher the way of expressing Wen Ling smoothly.

   "When the time is right, they will know about it themselves," Qin Yin said, "You only need to know that I can't die, do it, don't pity me because I am a beautiful flower."

  The real Jiaohua Wenling looked at everything on the stone platform hesitantly.

   Even if you can’t die, it hurts, right?

  "Don't worry..." Qin Yin looked righteous, "Hurry up."

  Wen Ling controlled the trembling of his fingers, reached out and grabbed the small box, fumbled for a while with his left hand on the top of the box, and with a bang, the lid was opened.

   reveals the little doll inside the box.

"I……"

   "Go ahead," Qin Yin nodded, "I'm waiting."

  Wen Ling grabbed a stone from the edge of the stone platform and looked up at Qin Yin.

   Although Qin Yin speaks loudly, her heart is still nervous. She held her breath and waited quietly for that moment.

  Wen Ling closed his eyes, cruelly, and threw the stone into the box.

  A loud rumbling noise came from Qin Yin's head. She held her head and stared at the top of the stone box through the gap under her arm.

  Boom boom...crackcrack...

  A rock the size of a human head hit Qin Yin's back.

  Qin Yin snorted, and her arched back collapsed suddenly. She moved her body strenuously and curled up at the bottom of the stone box.

   "Does it hurt?" Wenling saw Qin Yin's appearance, and couldn't do it again.

  Can it not hurt?

  Qin Yin gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "It's okay, go ahead."

  Is another stone.

  This time the stone hit Qin Yin's foot, which is okay.

  The third piece almost hit his head, and Qin Yin quickly protected his head tightly.

  Fourth block...

  Fifth block...

  Wen Ling’s movements accelerated. She understood that long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. Once it starts, it can’t stop.

  There are fewer and fewer stones on the side of the stone platform, and it will be almost...it will be over...

  She didn't dare to look up at all, and she could completely imagine what Qin Yin, who was experiencing pain but not saying a word, looked like at this time, and because she could imagine it, she didn't even dare to see it.

  The last piece.

  Wen Ling threw the last round stone into the box, she noticed that her hands were cold and pale as if they were dead.

  The sound of falling rocks rumbling above his head sounded for the last time, Wen Ling panted roughly, and suddenly there was the sound of liquid falling in his ears.

  Click.

  Patter...Patter...

  Drop after drop.

  Wen Ling raised his head stiffly.

  The stone box shook slightly in mid-air. At the bottom of the stone box, a few drops of dark liquid leaked from time to time, and they were falling on the ground.

  She gasped.

The transparent bottom of the stone box was completely red, and it was already saturated with thick blood. Through the bottom glass that was stained red with blood, you could see Qin Yin being pressed against the bottom of the box by a whole box of stones, making a faint coughing sound. With a soft sound, Qin Yin coughed out more blood, and the blood flowed faster at the bottom of the stone box.

  Wen Ling's tears welled up in her eyes, she grabbed the glass on the stone platform and stumbled over it.

  Hand shaking too violently, Wen Ling stared at her eyes, holding the right hand with her left hand, and the cup with her right hand, bringing the mouth of the cup to the side of the dripping blood.

  The first drop of blood dripped onto the back of Wen Ling's hand.

   is still warm.

  Wen Ling cried out, she tried her best to stabilize her hand, let the glass in her hand follow the swing of the stone box, a little bit... a little bit...

Snapped!

  A drop of mixed blood hit the center of the glass.

that's it.

hold onto.

  Qin Yin's breathing became more and more distant.

  Aren’t you gonna die?

   "Small sound..."

  Wen Ling's crying cavity was vague, and he couldn't even hear what these two words were.

  After a while, Qin Yin's voice finally sounded.

"Um……"

  The reply was long and weak, but it did exist.

  Wen Ling twitched his nose and concentrated.

  The little glass is almost full.

  The last drop.

  Just when the glass was full, the blood at the bottom of the stone box stopped flowing, and Wenling carefully put a whole cup of blood back on the stone platform.

   With a squeak, the stone box opened, and Qin Yin and the stone fell together.

  (End of this chapter)