Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 39 Ancestral Hall

  No feeling of being down to earth.

   Xiaolan didn’t react at all, only felt that she had hit something soft, a crackling noise rang in her ears, and then she rolled and fell.

   “Ah! It hurts!”

  The screams sounded, Xiaolan didn’t hurt, and she even felt comfortable lying on soft things.

   “Xiaolan!”

“my leg!”

“Great!”

  The chaotic whispering in her ear, Xiaolan didn’t feel noisy, and slowly recovered her sanity in this joyful exclamation.

   looked down, and seemed to have just woke up from a semi-comatose state. Xiaoyin didn’t rub her sore spots a few times before she could see Xiaolan’s appearance clearly.

   “It’s really Xiaolan!” Joy ran to the pain, Xiaoyin grabbed Xiaolan and hugged her head tightly.

   is a small tone…

  Xiaolan also stretched out her arm and hugged Xiaoyin who was so excited that she was crying in front of her.

   “I… I finally…”

  Pineapple also jumped over and knelt in front of Xiaolan, holding up her small face and looking closely.

  Pineapple’s eyes were red. Seeing that Xiaolan was fine, he exhaled deeply.

   “You… Did you forget that there is another person below…”

  The fool’s weak moan came, and Xiaolan noticed that there was a person lying underneath him and Xiaoyin.

   hurriedly stepped aside, the little idiot lay flat on the ground, being crushed to the point of only half his life.

   Baomu helped up the little fool, who burst into tears and pointed at them like a woman.

   “I worked so hard to lift Xiaoyin up to rescue you, but you just treated me like that. I am angry and can’t coax me anymore…”

  Looking at the pitiful and funny look of the little fool, several people finally showed a relaxed expression and laughed.

  One hand stroking her hair, Xiaolan raised her head, saying that she was the leader.

Dao Chang is also looking down at him. With a gentle smile, Dao Chang’s sharp facial features are softened. If he hadn’t seen how Dao Chang treated blood people, Xiao Lan might still think Dao Chang was gentle and steady. People.

   “Xiaolan is so powerful, how did he get out?” Xiaoyin’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy, and a hint of surprise.

Xiaolan looked at the roof, the gap had already disappeared, “Actually, I just stayed by your side and could hear you talking, but you couldn’t feel me. I found the moon outside the window had a problem. I used the moonlight to see the roof gap. I was rescued by you when I was about to get out of the gap.”

   Xiaoyin’s eyes widened, “Can you see the gap too?”

  What’s so strange about this, Xiaolan thought.

   “I can’t see it very clearly,” Xiaolan said mixedly, “I just saw a black seam faintly, I thought I could pull out the roof from there.”

  All of them were a little surprised, Xiaolan didn’t know whether he should be silent at this moment or should say something.

“I said, Xiaolan is not an ordinary child,” said the Taoist chief, drawing everyone’s attention to him, the wound no longer bleeds, and the state of the Taoist chief doesn’t look like a wounded person. Baomu, what time is it now?”

   Baomu looked at his watch, “It looks like half past ten, it’s still early, the flow of time in this “world” is quite slow.”

   “It’s just right.” The Taoist chief picked up the backpack and carried it on the uninjured shoulder. “Although I strayed into the’world’, it was resolved smoothly. We have to go to the ancestral hall. Let’s set off now.”

   Xiaolan was taken aback, looking at the shocking wound of the Taoist chief.

  Is this smooth? When it’s not going well, isn’t it…

  Bah! Pooh! What are you thinking about!

  Seeing everyone else agreeing tacitly, Xiaolan didn’t speak either. Following the Taoist leader, she finally stepped out of the murderous house that gave her a short-lived nightmare.

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  The moon has hung high in the sky. Unlike the fake moon in the market, today is not a full moon. The slender white crescent moon sprinkles the hazy moonlight, and the long invisible trail of the mountain village seems to be filled with fog.

  The flashlight penetrated the cobwebs woven by the moonlight and shone on the courtyard walls of each house.

   “Is the one in front of…”

  The little fool took the lead and walked a few steps quickly, the beam of light swept to the front vermilion pillar.

   “Isn’t this just a ruined temple?”

   Xiaoyin had no taboos, and opened her mouth. Although Xiaolan thought so in her heart, she didn’t show it.

  The vermillion opposite door was opened generously, and after a few bluestone slabs, it was the low and shabby entrance of the main hall.

  The main hall is just a more polite way of saying. This ancestral hall is completely like a small temple with a low incense. A few people stand at the entrance of the hall and look inward. There is indeed a statue in the middle of the hall.

   “Then this is the place where the slug father and the blood man stopped.” Maple Sugar searched around the hall, and now there is no trace of the coffin placed in the hall.

   “Is this… Guanyin statue?” Baomu stood in front of the statue, raised his head, as if to stare at the statue of the **** who bowed his head slightly, “Is this Guanyin sending children?”

  Xiaolan also looked at the idol. The epidermis of the idol has been peeled off and mottled. Guanyin embraces the boy. The expression of kindness and affection has become very strange and hideous under the polishing of the years.

   Staring at such a statue in such a night, Xiaolan’s scalp was numb, and she felt that in the next second, the statue with its cracked mouth and deep sockets seemed to pounce on herself.

   Maple Sugar searched for evidence to no avail, “This place has obviously been cleaned up, and nothing can be found. Is this really an ancestral hall? A Liang didn’t say that the ancestral hall is very conspicuous. At present, it seems that this is an abandoned small temple.”

   “The conspicuous place is here.” The Taoist chief’s voice sounded from the door, and the Taoist chief had not yet entered the hall. He was standing on the bluestone slab in the small courtyard, looking at the top of the hall. Seeing them looking over, he stretched his fingers to the top of the hall.

  Everyone rushed over and looked up at the hall.

  At first glance, it was still pitch black, Xiaolan stared intently, and she found a trace of disharmony in the pitch black.

  The pitch black is even more pitch black. A small black tower protrudes from the back of the main hall, higher than the roof, and stands quietly in the darkness.

   “Is there a tower in that?” Xiaoyin narrowed his eyes and tried to identify it.

   Xiaolan stretched out her finger and gestured for the shape of the black tower, “I feel like a…”

  (End of this chapter)