Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 749 Spirit

Wen Ling held the blue bead with both hands, and looked out the window anxiously.

She stood up and sat down again.

“Wen Ling, don’t worry,” the idiot wanted to laugh when he saw her appearance, “it’s not dark yet.”

“It’s dark.” Wenling raised his finger and gradually turned to the horizon of the night.

“Wait, don’t worry,” Dao Chang smiled and patted Wen Ling on the shoulder, “Let’s eat something first, and this kind of thing is not in a hurry.”

“Furthermore, we just know that Wenling’s grandfather left these four words for Wenling, and we don’t know how to do it,” Qin Yin said while eating. “Can’t you really raise your head and ask God, right? ”

Luo Jiutian flipped through the “Wen Tian”, the rubbing of the paper clashed, he turned it over, and finally stopped the book on the title page and began to meditate.

Xiaolan stretched her head to look.

The two characters on the title page—Wen Ye, can be judged by the handwriting of the posthumous writing left by Grandpa Wen Ling. These two characters originated from the old man.

Xiaolan reached out and twisted the pages of the book and turned to the next one.

The next page is a blank page. This is the buffer before entering the text. Many books will have such a page.

At the lower right corner of the page is Wenling’s signature in pencil.

Ask the spirit.

Xiaolan tilted his head, and suddenly thought of something.

“Wen Ling,” she asked, “have you never read this book before, have you?”

Wen Ling nodded, “No.”

“Have you ever opened it?” Xiaolan showed the page, “Did you write this name?”

Wen Lingxiang just found out that there is his own name here, and walked over with his eyes narrowed.

She held up the book and read it carefully.

Then he lifted his head, frowning and looked at the ceiling.

“What?” Xiaolan asked.

Wen Ling’s face flushed, and after holding back for a long time, he said, “Forget about it.”

Ah, this…

Seeing the embarrassment of other people, Qin Yin hurriedly came over and made a round. “It’s normal to forget. I can’t remember where I wrote my name.”

Baomu held a note left by Grandpa Wen Ling in his hand, and said in contrast to his handwriting, “It shouldn’t be written by Grandpa Wen Ling. This handwriting doesn’t look like him at all.”

“That should have been written by Wen Ling himself.” The fool said.

This way…

Xiaolan thought he had found another clue, but she was really happy.

Dao Master wiped the words written by the two pencils with his fingers, and asked, “Wen Ling, do you have the habit of writing names here in the book?”

Wen Ling should have not read for too long, and can’t even remember this kind of thing. She raised her head again and tried to remember for a while, before saying, “Like.”

Qin Yin looked at Wenling, then looked at other people, and said, “We’ll know if we go to read other books.”

Everyone returned to Wen Ling’s room.

Not all books have names written on it, no wonder Wen Ling can’t remember it, because this behavior is completely random.

Dao Chang looked at the pen in the pen holder, “Wen Ling, which is a pencil?”

Wen Ling picked one and pulled out one.

“this.”

That is a silver-gray mechanical pencil.

Long press the lead of the pencil and hand it back to Wenling, “You can write your name.”

If you don’t know what to do, I just did it.

Daochang held the book in one hand, and held the paper with Wen Ling’s name in the other. After looking at it for a while, he finally said, “This is not the word for Wen Ling.”

“What?” Qin Yin’s eyes widened and looked over, “Isn’t this the same?”

Even Wen Ling felt that the two signatures were similar.

“The fonts are similar, but the trend of the characters is completely different.” Seeing that other people did not understand, he pointed to the signature on the book and said, “Look, this question character, although the top of the door frame is open The mouth has a strong tendency to close.”

Others are almost blind, but still don’t see what the “closed trend” is.

“Oh,” Dao Chang reached out his hand to turn to the previous page of the book, “Look at this question, you will understand.”

Luo Jiutian was the first to react, and he let out a long “Oh”.

Soon, the adults seemed to understand what the “closed trend” meant, and only Xiaolan himself still couldn’t understand it, but in order to show his loyalty to the team, Xiaolan also nodded with everyone, pretending to watch it. I understand it.

In fact, I don’t understand at all.

“So, these two words were also left by Wen Ling’s grandfather,” Qin Yin said, “Wen Ling, it seems that your name is also a clue.”

Wen Ling blinked.

“I think… the answer may not lie in her name,” the Taoist leader continued, “but in this spiritual word.”

“Ling?” The others said in unison.

“What do you mean?” the fool asked.

Without waiting for the Daoist Master to speak, it was Luo Jiutian who took the lead to understand this meaning and said happily, “I see, the same as Wentian Wenye means, we must go to the spirit to find the truth, Daoist, right?”

The chief nodded in satisfaction.

Xiaolan stood aside with a little jealousy, clasping her arms to watch the two of them flattering each other.

Such a tacit understanding, just get married.

“Ling…” Baomu murmured, “Oh, then we shouldn’t wait here.”

Others look at him.

“We have to go to the bamboo forest,” Baomu said anxiously, “Wen Ling refers to it, it should be there.”

Night was about to fall, everyone ran towards the bamboo forest, and asked Ling to hold the blue beads in his hands, praying in their hearts.

Seeing that she was too nervous, Qin Yin found a topic to divert her attention, “By the way, Wenling, it turns out that not all Sanyans talk like you.”

Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, “Yes.”

“It’s weird, so are they okay if they leak the secret?” Qin Yin said, “Why is it the only one like you?”

“do not know.”

“Isn’t it inherited from Grandpa?” The fool turned his head and asked.

“No,” Xiaolan answered this question for Wen Ling, “Wen Ling’s grandfather speaks very neatly.”

Only her own language system has a bug.

“It’s okay, ask the spirit not to be inferior,” Luo Jiutian said, “Every Sanyan will have certain flaws to ensure that they will not reveal the secrets, but each person’s expression is different.”

“Is that so?” Qin Yin asked.

“My guess.”

“You…then your tone is still so firm.”

“Because this guess is very reliable, I think it’s basically like this…”

“…you still get beaten by your father less…”

“Here!” Baomu in front of him shouted out of breath, “Come on!”

When everyone stood still on the clearing in the middle of the bamboo forest, the sky had turned into a pupil-like black color. Surrounded by a circle of green bamboos, the round sky above them looked like a star. Eye.

(End of this chapter)