Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 715 Death

  The skeleton was lying on the ground quietly, and it didn't mean to move anymore.

   Xiaolan thought for a while, and gently put the jade pendant into the bone's hand.

Facing other people’s puzzled expressions, Dao Master said, "Perhaps because of the change of time, slowly, people in the village do not believe in mountain gods so much. The nutrients that fire lotus can get are getting less and less, and the longevity prophet appears. , It exacerbates this..."

   Luo Jiutian nodded clearly, "They have all gone to believe in the prophet."

   "Yes," the Taoist leader agreed, "In this way, the power of Fire Lotus is getting weaker and weaker..."

   "Is it weak?" Qin Yin climbed up from the ground tremblingly, looked down at the injuries on his body, "Is it weak?"

   Dao Master speculated, "I guess, it should have gained some power afterwards."

   "According to this, the people in the village were burned to death, so no one would sacrifice to it?" The fool said, "In this way, it should be the weakest now."

   "Indeed," Xiao Lan continued. "Otherwise, it won't end up with Lian's last spiritual wave."

  The eyes of everyone shifted to the jade pendant.

   Xiaolan calmly recounted her own experience just now.

  The voice fell, and she sighed, and there were sighs, big or small, around her.

  Qin Yin asked softly, "Why does she want to help you?"

  Xiaolan dropped her shoulders and looked up at the dilapidated roof of the wooden house.

  In fact, I am also very curious.

  Is it because she once got power from herself?

  But, I don’t know the truth of this matter.

"I do not know either……"

   "It may be because you understand her." said the Taoist.

  "Do I understand?" Xiaolan was half-knowing, and after a while, she raised her right index finger, "But I know where Huolian regained its strength, it must be that man!"

  Seeing her expression, everyone was only confused for a while, and quickly remembered who "that man" was.

   "But we have never seen a scarred man," the fool shook his head slightly, "Does that person really exist?"

   "Those mice outside the wooden house wear his cloak."

   "It's not so much a cloak..." Luo Jiutian hesitated, "It looks like a piece of black cloth."

  Tao Master stopped Xiaolan’s madness at the right time, and said, “Although I don’t know if it is the scar-eyed man, I tend to think that there is indeed an external force interfering with things on the Huolian Mountain.”

   Xiaolan insisted, "It's him, it's him."

   "Nine days, I told you," said the Taoist chief, "the blood posted in the village...the spells, they must be made by outsiders."

   "Maybe that person too," Xiaolan said quickly, "That person is a scar-eyed person, the characteristics are too obvious, we must investigate after we go down the mountain."

   "Okay, of course we will investigate..."

  Dao Chang smiled at Xiaolan, and patted her on the head fondly.

  The topic is temporarily over, and everyone is also active, ready to go down the mountain.

  Baomu approached Xiaolan and sniffed.

  "Brother Baomu?"

   "Strange," Baomu frowned, "I can't smell it again."

   "What do you mean?" Xiaolan walked a few steps forward with his support, "Didn't you say that I have no smell?"

   "No, Xiaolan, when you were in a coma, I smelled you."

   "Really? Is it the smell of something else?"

   "No, I'm sure, it's your smell," Baomu shook his index finger pointing to Xiaolan, "It won't be there after you wake up."

   Xiaolan tilted her head for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, so she grinned, "Then what do I smell?"

   "You smell..." Baomu's eyes began to drift away, "There is a smell of sunshine."

  "Sunshine!" Xiaolan was very satisfied with this answer, and his eyes lit up.

   "Well, it's like the smell of the outdoors in fine weather."

"Wow……"

  "Didn't it mean that the smell of sunlight is actually the smell of mites dying?" Luo Jiutian walked to the two of them and inserted his mouth.

   Xiaolan's smile suddenly collapsed.

  Luo Jiutian is indeed the first place.

"But has this matter really been resolved? Is Fire Lotus really dead?" Qin Yin moved to Wen Ling lying on the ground a little bit, and said, "It always feels like it ended suddenly, I mean... …Is the fire lotus dead?"

   "It should be dead."

  Unexpectedly, it was a fool who answered this question.

  He stood in the middle of the wooden house with his back to the crowd, his voice was a bit muffled.

   "Brother fool? Are you okay?"

   "Ah, I'm fine..." The fool turned around slowly, "Shen Fu disappeared."

  Everyone realized that Shen Fu had long since disappeared.

   "Where did he go?" Qin Yin subconsciously turned his head to search, "Isn't he going to touch Dao Chief's blood?"

"I don't think so," the idiot shook his head. "He was originally a dead man, because the corpse was thrown on the Fire Lotus Mountain, and he experienced a post-mortem life. Since the power controlling here has disappeared, he is naturally not there anymore. "

  Baomu walked up to the fool and patted him on the back, “Fool brother, don’t be sad, Mrs. Shen is so good, she will definitely get a good baby.”

   "Who...who is sad?"

   "You look very sad now."

   "I'm sighing, what sadness..."

  The atmosphere relaxed. Xiaolan followed Qin Yin to Wenling. Wenling still showed no signs of waking up. Xiaolan sighed lightly, and then fell over the coffin and fell on Dao Chang's body.

Daochang turned his back to them and knelt beside Zhang Boyin.

  Daojiao's body trembled slightly.

  For some reason, Xiaolan also became nervous.

  Everything is over, the fire lotus is broken, why hasn’t Zhang Boyin woke up yet?

   Isn't it... it's not over yet?

   "The Taoist..."

  Daochang heard the sound, his shoulder twitched, he turned his head slightly, his voice low.

   "Zhang Boyin is dead."

  The surrounding area became quiet for an instant.

  They heard the rustle of the woods outside the wooden house again, as well as their breathing, their heartbeat...

  A figure that will never make breathing and heartbeats again.

  Dao Chang's hand was still on Zhang Boyin's wrist, and the moonlight sprinkled on them along the small window. Zhang Boyin's face was calm, and there was even a smile of relief on his face.

  Qin Yin opened his mouth wide and stood up slowly, "How...how could it be..."

   "How is it possible?" Luo Jiutian yelled the same sentence and ran over.

  His steps are a bit soft.

   "He is dead," the Taoist repeated, "there is no more breathing and heartbeat."

  Luo Jiutian knelt on the other side of Zhang Boyin, reaching out and tapping on several of his acupuncture points in turn.

  No light, no response.

  The Luo family can only treat illnesses and save people, but cannot bring them back to life.

  He slumped on the ground in a daze.

   is over.

  (End of this chapter)