Monument of Life and Death - Chapter 625
The mice did not notice their existence.
“It seems to be the credit for this,” the Taoist patted the inner wall of the machine. “Thanks to it, our voices and smells cannot be transmitted.”
Xiaolan thought for a while, “That’s why they want to hide here?”
She was referring to the corpse.
Xiaolan just took advantage of the chaos to put the head of the mummy back, but it was a bit uninstalled. At this time, the mummy was leaning on the other end of the machine, his head tilted on his shoulders, looking like he had lost hope.
Dao Chief shook his head, “I don’t know what happened to these corpses yet.”
The three of them watched the glass for a while.
From their perspective, they can only see the machine in front of Luo Jiutian, and they don’t know where the fool and Wen Ling have gone.
“But we can’t stay here forever, right?” Qin Yin asked.
The Taoist head turned the angle of the flashlight and checked it up, down, left, and right.
“I will go out and have a look first.”
“Are you yourself?”
“Just in case,” the Taoist master grabbed the inner handle, “you are waiting here.”
The sliding door slid open, with a strange smell, but in any case, it was much better than the air inside.
The machine landed on a dark brown quagmire, Daochang leaped down in one step, half of the shoe upper fell into the quagmire, and no longer sank.
“Close the door.”
The two closed the door obediently and quickly flashed to the window.
The Taoist chief outside looked around, his expression was a bit stern, he dragged his steps and walked towards the machine in front.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
“Nine days there will be no accident, right?” Qin Yin’s face was almost pressed to the glass.
“No way.” Xiaolan wiped a sweat.
Is there anything to happen?
Through the glass area of the machine in front, they could see the back of Luo Jiutian’s head, which was leaning on the glass motionlessly, as if they hadn’t heard the Taoist knocking on the door.
Is something really wrong?
Both of them couldn’t sit still. At this moment, the Taoist leader opened Luo Jiutian’s door.
He leaned in, and after a few seconds, he retracted.
The Taoist commander carried Luo Jiutian on his shoulders and stepped back.
Qin Yin and Xiaolan opened the door in time.
“Come out,” the Taoist chief waved at them without waiting for the two to ask, “It’s safe outside for now.”
“What happened to Brother Jiutian?”
Sure enough, Luo Jiutian rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.
Xiaolan was shocked. Didn’t he look like this when he fainted?
“Fortunately, it’s just dizzy, it’s okay, just give it a slap…”
When Qin Yin and Dao Chang awakened Luo Jiutian, Xiaolan walked a few steps on this muddy land.
The quagmire was not big, they were almost at the edge, surrounded by towering black rock walls, Xiao Lan didn’t dare to take photos on the rock wall, worried that something strange would appear.
There are only two machines in the quagmire.
“Fool brother and Wen Ling?” Xiao Lan asked.
The Taoist leader did not look up, “Not here.”
When it was over, they still dispersed.
Before the people were crushed by Qin Yin, Luo Jiutian took a cold breath and woke up suddenly, barely keeping his important acupoints, he sat up, breathing heavily, and retched vigorously.
“Oh my god… my my life…”
The three slapped him on the back together.
“Where is this?” Luo Jiutian finally raised his tearful eyes.
Qin Yin sighed, “Mouse’s den.”
The three told him what they had seen and what they had guessed.
The teammate is lost.
“Gosh…” Luo Jiutian regretted waking up.
“Farewell,” Qin Yin grabbed Luo Jiutian on the ground, “Quickly stand up and work… Chief Dao, shall we find fools and questioning spirits first, or mice first?”
Although according to the current situation, they couldn’t find any of them.
Taoist hesitated for a while on this non-existent multiple-choice question, then he pointed to two machines.
“Move out the two bodies first.”
All three people have question marks above their heads.
Because of the loss of two teammates, do you have to forcibly fill up the vacancies?
“Why?” Qin Yin asked.
“Don’t you smell the smell here?” Dao Master’s right hand stroked, “There is this smell on the mummy.”
“So… they’ve been here?” Xiaolan understood what Taoist meant.
Four people holding two corpses, walked to the edge of the mire.
Xiaolan looked towards the world under the quagmire.
It’s all black.
“Where did the mice go?” Qin Yin pointed to the black abyss under the quagmire, and asked, “Did they disappear from here?”
The Taoist nodded.
“Go down too.” The tone of the Taoist leader’s words was as natural as saying that “you must have breakfast if you are strong.”
Luo Jiutian was the most shocked.
First wake me up, then let me move the corpse, and then let me go into the mud.
Then he did.
“How do we get down? Just jump?” Xiaolan stretched out a leg, hesitated for a moment, and then shrank back.
“Of course not.”
Seeing Dao grow into a bamboo chest, the three of them felt a little relieved.
“We climb down.”
Where did the Taoist master’s confidence come from?
Naturally it comes from the affirmation of the strength of the companion.
A few minutes later, the three grumbled poor people crawled down the slick edge of the abyss, picking up the mud on the rock wall.
Xiaolan held the flashlight in her mouth, and unknowingly ate a lot of mud.
But to their surprise, it didn’t take long for them to end.
On the ground are piles of soft grass velvet.
There were no mice, no strange sounds, only the sound of their muddy shoes rubbing on the soft grass.
Xiaolan knelt down and smelled it, “It’s weird.”
“Didn’t you smell it?” Xiaolan pointed to the grass wool, “the grass on the ground has a milky smell.”
“To be precise,” the Taoist chief corrected Xiaolan’s words, “the neighborhood is full of milk smell.”
Why does it smell like milk?
Does mouse milk also taste like this?
“Go ahead first,” said the Taoist, and began to walk to the wide flat ground in the distance.
With the rock wall above them, several people raised their flashlights and walked carefully in this low but wide space.
The ground gradually sloped, and they began to climb. At the end of the light, a small peak could be seen on the ground.
The grass fleece crossed their uppers, Xiaolan reached out and touched them, soft and warm.
It doesn’t look like a rat’s nest at all.
The four walked slowly.
A sound of dreams in a deep sleep reached their ears.
The four froze.
Immediately afterwards, there was another coquettish smack.
That voice is right in front of them.
The four ran up in the same place.