Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 734 Awakening

“Xiao Lan!” Hei Pi let out a scream, “Help me! There are mice! There are mice biting me!…”

The mouse licked its black and yellow teeth, and shook it with the black skin in its mouth. Xiaolan collided with the mouse’s eyes, and saw that there was no fear in the pair of small yellow eyes, but full of humanoids. Hot.

Hei Pi’s cry was so miserable, Xiao Lan stretched out her hand to it helplessly.

“Black Skin, aren’t you a cat? Why are you afraid of mice?”

“Why can’t cats be afraid of mice? You are a prejudice! It is a stereotype!…”

Where did you learn these words?

As soon as Xiaolan caught the black skin’s body, the mouse’s throat suddenly let out a threatening growl, and the white cat also let out a low “meow”.

“Oh, this little mouse,” Qin Yin looked around, looking for a weapon in hand, “Look at how I pry your little yellow teeth away.”

Xiaolan pulled Black Skin to her side. The mouse didn’t let go. Black Skin screamed even worse. Xiaolan couldn’t help but lifted her right hand and flicked the mouse’s brain.

“Squeak!”

“Xiaolan!”

The mouse was in pain, opened his mouth with a scream, Hei Pihao burst into tears and jumped into Xiaolan’s palm.

The white cat also meowed, struggling in the palm of the Taoist master’s hand, and the Taoist master loosened his hands, and the white cat quickly slipped along the corridor with the mouse in its mouth.

The three of them watched the white disappearing at the end of the corridor, and then turned back to look at each other.

“Master, what’s going on?”

“I was awakened by a sound in my sleep, and I found a piece of white stuff near your luggage,” the Taoist spirit had recovered to a seven-to-eighth level, and he said clearly, “I leaned over to see and saw After this scene, the white cat is holding the mouse, and the mouse’s mouth is your black skin.”

The black skin shrank in Xiaolan’s palm and wailed. Xiaolan couldn’t hear what it was wailing.

Qin Yin scratched his head, “This is the sixth floor, how come there are mice?”

“There won’t be any cats,” Xiaolan said, “We have to ask Black Skin about this.”

“What did the black leather say?”

“Black skin it…” Xiaolan tried to identify the black skin “￥&￥&%(*…”, after a long while, gave up temporarily, “Its language system seems to be malfunctioning.”

“Hey,” Qin Yin folded his arms, “The call you hear comes from the black skin, right? No wonder I can’t hear it, it scares me to death…”

Qin Yin turned around as he spoke. Before he could finish speaking, he heard a cry, and Qin Yin fell directly to the Dao Master.

Wen Ling was standing behind the three of them, watching them steadily.

“Ask the spirit?!” Qin Yin patted his chest, “You…are you awake?”

Dao Chang and Xiaolan turned around hurriedly.

Wen Ling stood upright, her posture still a little unnatural, but the light in those gray pupils seemed to have returned.

Her eyes swept across three people one by one, her pupils flickering, “Go.”

The three of them looked at each other.

“Ask the spirit,” the Taoist asked patiently, “Where shall we go?”

Wen Ling’s thin jaw trembled slightly, she raised her face and said, “Weiruo.”

Wei Ruozhai!

“Wen Ling, what happened?” Qin Yin lightly held Wen Ling’s arm, “Are you okay?”

Wen Ling nodded, then shook his head.

The three were silent for a while.

“Well,” said the Taoist chief, “then let’s go now.”

Qing Ling tightened her lips, nodded heavily.

“Now? It’s midnight…” Qin Yin saw the urgency in Wenling’s eyes, so he changed the subject and said, “Forget it, shall we call fools and Baomu now?”

“I’ll just call them, you can go back and pack your things,” the Taoist master patted Wen Ling on the shoulder, “is it okay for half an hour? After half an hour, we will meet at the elevator.”

Once the chief executive’s executive power was exerted, he chased after them like an invisible whip. The three girls hurried back to the room and began to pack their things.

Wen Ling bent down and picked up a few things, Xiaolan saw that her footsteps were still a little vain, and hurriedly stopped her.

“Wen Ling, you can eat something first,” Xiaolan put Wen Ling onto the bed, “Is there anything you can tell us now?”

Wen Ling held her hands tightly, looking tangled and painful.

Qin Yin quickly put away a backpack, “Otherwise, you can talk about why you have to sleep with your arm resting on it for nine days. I will definitely ask you later for nine days.”

Wen Ling’s emotions eased a bit, she thought for a while, “recovered.”

“Recover? To recover your body?” Qin Yin asked, “Yes, you are indeed recovering now.”

Wen Ling nodded.

“Then why don’t you sleep with us, but you want to sleep for nine days?”

Qing Ling didn’t even think about it, raised his hand and pointed at Xiaolan, “Rejection.”

Xiaolan really did not expect that there would be such a moment. She waved at Qin Yin who was suspicious, “I didn’t do anything, Sister Xiaoyin.”

This face is exactly the same as when Luo Jiutian just saw the Wen Ling in his arms.

The three people quickly put everything away, but the black leather hadn’t been coaxed yet. At present, he refused to be put in the backpack. Xiaolan had to hold it in his hands.

Dao Chang and Luo Jiutian were already waiting there. When Luo Jiutian asked the spirit, his body unconsciously shrank back.

“Nine days, help.”

“Sorry for Xiaoyin,” Luo Jiutian shook his free left hand, “It’s still numb now, I will definitely help you when I get better.”

Not long after waiting, the fool and Baomu with black bags under their eyes also appeared.

“Have you got your room card?” The chief urged.

“Take it,” the idiot lifted the girls’ boxes, “Let’s check out this time, the front desk will definitely be curious.”

Speaking of the front desk…

The girl at the front desk showed good professionalism, and the surprise in her eyes was almost covered up.

Xiaolan lay on the table and asked, “Miss Sister, is the person who helped us draw the map now?”

The girl blinked, “Of course, we are all night shifts.”

“Can we meet her?”

“Of course…” The girl turned her gaze and looked at the entrance of the hall, “Just in time, she is here.”

A middle-aged woman in her forties came over with a bucket and two long rags on her shoulders.

“Aunt Huang,” the girl stopped her, “it’s them.”

Aunt Huang came over and looked at them and smiled.

“Check out now?”

“We are in a hurry,” Xiaolan took out the map, “Aunt Huang, did you draw this for us?”

“I painted it, but I didn’t paint it for you,” Aunt Huang said. “It’s a coincidence. A group of residents came to Weiruozhai a few days ago. They wanted to go to Weiruozhai. They asked me about this. I painted them for them, but they didn’t take them away. As a result, Xiao Feng said that you would also go there, so I asked her to give you this picture directly… What’s the matter? There has been no news from the place in Weiruozhai for several years. Now, why are so many people going there recently? Is there any big event?”

(End of this chapter)