Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 687 Three days

  I know, you have a lot of questions you want to ask me, don’t worry, I will answer them one by one.

Behind the ancestral hall is the large altar in the village. Surili is the place where the villagers pray to God for rain. The villagers decided to imprison Ran'er in the large altar and prison him for three days and three nights. If Ran'er can come out alive, then It shows that Ran'er is a real **** descended from, and if Ran'er dies, he is a false **** who deserves no regrets.

  At the same time, they began to deal with me and my children who had lost their blessings.

They threw me into the dry well in the ghost forest, leaving me to fend for myself, but they did not expect that after three days, Ran'er walked out of the altar alive. They regretfully told Ran'er that I was in the ghost forest. He was missing, but of course he didn't believe it. He searched in the ghost forest for a long, long time. Finally, he found me in the well and our children.

  I gave birth to our baby.

  I only have a five-month-old, newly formed child.

  My dead child.

The people in the village pretended to hold a funeral for my child. I didn’t talk about everything. There were rumors in the village that I was mad from the irritation and that the forest was officially turned into a ghost forest. In fact, All this is to tell Ran'er, don't believe me, they think too much, I didn't say anything, I hope silence can let them let me go, I just want a peaceful life.

  Me and Ran'er just like this, concealing their three-day experience from the other party, but Ran'er began to grow old.

Except for Ran'er herself, no one knows why. Ran'er seems very calm about this rapid aging. I think it must be related to what happened in the high altar. I really want to ask him, and I'm afraid he will ask me back. Regarding Jing, I was worried that he would act impulsively, so I could only endure it, pretending that there was no abnormality.

   Peaceful days always have an end.

   Ran'er grew old a little bit, and weakened a little bit. Although she was called the Prophet of Longevity, I understand that Ran'er was just an ordinary person who was given a special symbol by the villagers.

  When Ran'er was about to die, he told the villagers one thing related to those three days, and only said one thing, that is, his blood can calm the soul.

  He left me a bottle of Prophet’s blood, and after that, he died forever.

I knew that once Ran'er left me, this village would no longer be able to tolerate me. So I used the bottle of Prophet’s blood to exchange with the villagers the opportunity to bury our family together. I originally planned to kill myself on the night of the burial. I asked the villagers for help in burying our family of three. However, when Ran'er was buried, I found that my child did not seem to be in the original tomb.

  I didn’t look panic. In fact, I deceived them with acting again.

  Yes, my acting skills are really good, and so are you.

The night of the spirit guard, for the villagers, that is, the night when my "maiden" was martyred, everyone was afraid of being contaminated by my ominousness, so I turned off the lights early and rested. I went back to the cemetery alone and dug out Ran'er. The child’s coffin was next to Ran'er. I opened the coffin, and sure enough, it was empty.

  They did not bury my child at all.

  They took my child away.

I dragged Ran'er's coffin out. That night, my strength did not know where it came from. I dragged the coffin and walked into the ghost forest. Perhaps it was fate. I found the building that I had never discovered before. It’s like waiting for us. I held Ran’er’s body for a long time, then I held him like that, watching the night turn into day, and day turned into night, countless days And the night, I am not hungry, sleepy, or even lonely, until a soft call rang in my ears, I suddenly woke up.

mother.

  There was a voice calling like this.

  Remote, ethereal.

  I only noticed everything around me when I heard that voice.

  The season outside the house has changed twice.

  I just sit and wait without eating or drinking.

   but still alive.

  It wasn't until then that I discovered a ridiculous fact.

  Unexpectedly, those villagers were really right.

  I am not an ordinary human being.

  Witches, monsters, or whatever, maybe, gods.

  I put Ran'er's body back into the coffin and stood up.

  I know what I am going to do.

  I will find my child back.

I returned to the village, and you know what happened later. Although I am unusual, I have no strength. I followed the child’s call and found the approximate location of the voice, but the villagers have been there for a long time. They They caught me for the first time and they burned me. At the moment when I was about to die, the fire frame collapsed. This is God’s will. I escaped to heaven, escaped back to the depths of the ghost forest, and entered the village for the second time. When I met Ermao, perhaps out of curiosity, he told me many things. I saw the first book in the ancestral hall. With the help of Ermao, I...

   "Why did you kill Ermao?" Xiaolan finally couldn't help but ask after listening to this long story.

Huo Lian was standing in front of the bookshelf with the swaddling in her arms. She was facing the bookshelf. Xiaolan couldn't see her expression. She saw her shoulders stiffen for a moment. She turned her head in silence, still showing that face. He looked calm.

   "Hey..." She sighed, and an awkward smile crossed her lips, "I wanted to explain this to you later."

   "So Er Mao was really killed by you?"

   "It's me," Huolian lowered his eyebrows, "It's not me either."

"What's the meaning?"

  Huolian stared at the infant for a while, and said softly, "Wait a second, let me explain this one last time, okay?"

  This attitude is quite sincere.

   Xiaolan began to feel that Huolian might really have troubles.

  Of course, the most important thing is that at the moment I am on other people's turf, and I am in a hurry, and I will not end well.

   Xiaolan nodded, "All right then."

"After Ermao died, I could only look for clues alone. I first thought of the bottle of Prophet’s blood that I personally sent out. Since the villagers have abandoned their vows, I don’t have to keep them. I’m going to the village chief’s house. Looking for Ran'er's blood, there, I met the rice bucket."

  Speaking of this, Huolian paused for a moment, her eyes became cold instantly, she gave a cold snort, and a cold smile crossed her face.

   "What's wrong with the rice bucket?"

  Huo Lian shook his head slowly, and just thought about it and continued, but he paused and looked up at Xiao Lan, "Presumably you have seen him too?"

  "A rice bucket?" Xiaolan blinked and replied, "Of course I have seen that little boy..."

   "No, I'm not talking about him when he was a child," Huolian looked mysteriously, "I'm talking about him when he grew up. You should have met him. He is the later head of Lianshui Village."

  (End of this chapter)