Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 673 Blood Curse Breaks

  Dao Chang was silent for a long time in the black sea, in the middle of the kneeling crowd.

  The women never did any other actions, and they didn’t seem to dare to do anything.

   Dao Master did not relax, his fingertips were still resting on the blood curse in his arms, Dao Master tightened his body, looked around, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You call me a prophet?"

   "Prophet!"

  The women answered with only these two vague words.

  "Why do you think I am your prophet?" The Taoist asked calmly.

  The women kneeling on the ground turned their heads left and right, and looked at their companions in fear.

After that, the woman closest to the Taoist chief, who was the first to be beaten the most, knelt down and moved a few steps forward. She tremblingly raised her right hand and pointed to the one who was still struggling on the water. woman.

"Blood!……"

  The chief nodded slowly.

  Sure enough, this answer was expected.

  The blood dries up on his hand a little, and the Taoist chief moved his hand to the side of his nose and sniffed.

What came to my mind was what I had read in the second book of the village chief’s house.

  I feel right.

  This longevity prophet is the same as him.

  ***

  Luo Jiutian stood in the ashes of the spell flying in the sky, stunned.

  Because he was so shocked, he didn't even think of the terrible conclusion for the first time.

  The blood curse of the whole village has been cracked.

  Those souls who were suppressed, those Lingxi who had hovered lonely in the well for a long time, were free.

  窸窸窣窣……

   There was a strange rubbing sound in the ancestral hall, and Luo Jiutian awakened from the shock, his eyes pierced to the dark red back door of the ancestral hall.

  The breeze passed through the hall, making the closed door creak.

  窸窸窣窣……

  The source of the sound is inside the door.

  Luo Jiutian turned his head and tried to open the iron door of the cremator one last time. After the last failure, he took a deep breath.

  "Daoist..."

  He bit his lower lip, turned his head resolutely, and opened the back door of the ancestral hall.

Yellow-white sunlight spilled in from the cracks in the main entrance and roof of the ancestral hall, and there were countless flying ashes and dust floating in the beam of light. Under the shroud of light, the idols seemed to be less ferocious. Luo Jiutian stepped into the ancestral hall and looked around. This desolate and desolate space.

  There is nothing new here.

  窸窸窣窣……

  The sound of friction sounded again. It turned out that the sound came from outside the gate of the ancestral hall.

  Luo Jiutian walked over, and as he approached, a faint silver light appeared outside the crooked main entrance.

   is hidden thunder.

  There are evil spirits.

  When there was still a few meters away from the door, Luo Jiutian slowed down, he cautiously walked aside, and looked towards the left half of the door guided by Hidden Thunder.

  窸窸窣窣……

  On the stone steps outside the door, there was a white figure with hidden thunder surrounding the person. The person was dressed in white and seemed to be squatting on the ground to observe something. The intermittent rubbing sound came from him.

  Luo Jiutian took a few more steps, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the dry well in the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The weeds beside the dry well were overwhelmed, and a road just spread out, leading to the gate of the ancestral hall.

  His footsteps seemed to have been heard by the person. Luo Jiutian obviously felt that the person's back spine was stiff, and the movements of his hands also stopped.

  Luo Jiutian also stopped, no longer approaching.

  After a while, the man turned around slowly.

  Luo Jiutian only then saw that it was a young woman in a white robe. The woman's long hair was tangled around her shoulders, her dark pupils trembled a few times, and then she concentrated on Luo Jiutian.

  If it weren't for hidden thunder, who would have thought that this was an evil spirit?

   "You..." The woman slowly stood up, and a shy light appeared in her rippling eyes, "Can you help me?"

Luo Jiutian took two steps back and wanted to refuse with one mouthful. Later, he wondered how to say that this is also an evil spirit, or to give her the respect he deserves, so he took a step forward and decided to study the evil spirit. What calculations are you making.

  "What can I do for you?" Luo Jiutian cleared his throat, trying to prevent nervousness from appearing in his voice.

  When the woman heard Luo Jiutian's answer, tears burst into her eyes, "Help me..."

   "Help you?" Luo Jiutian looked at the woman's body, "What's wrong with you?"

   "I'm scared..." The woman sobbed in a grieved voice, and took a small step closer to Luo Jiutian.

  Don’t do this, I’m also scared.

  No, I am more afraid.

   Luo Jiutian quietly moved back a bit, trying to keep the distance between the two.

"What are you afraid of?"

  "This village..." The woman stopped, lowered her head and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with her long sleeves, "This world..."

  I am different, I am afraid of you.

"Oh," Luo Jiutian nodded perfunctorily, "What's so scary about the village, this village is not very auspicious..." Luo Jiutian glanced at the Lianshui Village where the ashes were flying everywhere and ruined like a wasteland world. He felt that he was still seeking truth from facts. One point is better, "It's quiet."

  After all, there are basically no living people in the village.

  The woman raised her red eyes and gave Luo Jiutian a half-sorrowful look.

   "I don't want other things," the woman said softly, "I just want a little protection, can I?"

   "Me? Protect you?" Luo Jiutian pointed to himself in disbelief, and then to the woman.

  Luo Jiutian's attitude seemed to annoy her, the woman's eyes instantly sharpened, but the dangerous eyes appeared for just half a second, and she quickly changed back to her shy look just now.

  But Luo Jiutian didn't ignore the look in his eyes.

  The identity of the evil spirit is just behind that look.

  Exposed you, hahahahaha.

  Ahem.

   Luo Jiutian put away the successful smile under his eyes, and asked pretendingly, "How can I protect you?"

   "Just let me follow you," the woman's eyes flashed, "I just need to follow you...is it okay?"

  The woman raised her eyes slightly, her pupils were sentimental, and her eyes could melt ice and snow. Luo Jiutian secretly admired her in her heart. This pitiful skill is really superb. If she had these two things, she wouldn't have been beaten so many times by her father.

  Unfortunately, for their group, this look is probably only useful to Xiaolan and Baomu.

  Xiaolan is still a person who only expresses sympathy verbally. She will say "Ah, my little sister is so pitiful, I will definitely help you", and then really beat up the bad guys more cruelly than anyone else.

   "Then...you just follow," Luo Jiutian shook his legs indifferently, "I didn't forbid you to follow me."

   "Then I can..." The woman walked towards him happily.

   "Wait! It's good to be there!" Luo Jiutian stopped her movement loudly, "You can follow, but you still have to keep your distance. You always understand the principle of giving and receiving intimacy between men and women."

  (End of this chapter)