Monument of Life and Death - Chapter 689
Fire lotus appeared.
Xiaolan rushed towards the door with her leg pulled out, and slammed her fists against the wooden door.
“Auntie…” The rice bucket tremblingly followed Xiao Lan, “This is… what’s going on?”
“Don’t be afraid,” Xiao Lan turned his body, preparing to smash the door open personally, “Something is coming outside…”
“Is it a ghost?” The rice bucket nervously grabbed Xiaolan by the corner of his clothes.
“I don’t know…” Xiaolan took a deep breath, and said before rushing to the restaurant, “Go get those two books, we have to catch up with her.”
The rice bucket snapped to the window. The night had come, and the woods and huts became a lot weird. The rice bucket glanced at the coffin in the center of the house nervously, ran to the window and bent over to pick up the book.
Xiao Lan initiated the first round of collision, her ribs hurt, but didn’t break open, the door didn’t move, only the grinning Xiao Lan bounced back to the ground.
“Oh!” Rice bucket screamed in horror.
Xiaolan turned her head to look, her rice bucket squatted on the ground, with the two books in front of her.
“Tear…The book is torn…” The rice bucket looked up at Xiaolan helplessly, “Auntie, the third book is torn!…”
Xiaolan ran over.
A faint moonlight sprinkled on the two books through the small window. The second book was lying aside intact, while the third book was left open. All the paper in the book was turned into fragments of white flowers, only the cover. And the back cover is intact.
“Why… how could this be?” The rice bucket looked at Xiaolan with a pale face, “Couldn’t…Could the ghost come in? Can’t it be…”
He looked at the coffin behind him again.
Xiaolan stared at the shattered book and thought for a few seconds. She had an answer in her heart, but she couldn’t tell the rice bucket.
This is the second strange thing she experienced on this timeline after Ermao’s death.
Like Ermao’s death, this is the real past reflected in this timeline.
I even saw the real fire lotus.
Could it be… the two timelines have begun to cross?
“Pick it up first,” Xiao Lan patted the shoulder of the rice bucket, “We’ll know when we find that thing.”
The rice bucket was very obedient, Xiaolan went back to the door and hit the door again. This time, Xiaolan’s strength emptied. The moment her body touched the wooden door, the door creaked open. Xiaolan The whole person rushed out, almost gnawing mud.
“Auntie!…” The rice bucket screamed and ran over.
“I’m fine,” Xiaolan quickly got up from the mud. “Where is the book?”
The rice bucket shook what he was holding in his arms, “I picked it up.”
“Where are those pieces?”
“It’s all picked up,” the rice bucket lifted Xiaolan up, “in my pocket.”
“Okay, then we…”
“Ah! Auntie, look!” Rice bucket pointed at Xiaolan’s back and shouted, “There is a ghost!”
Xiao Lan whizzed around, and at the border of the bushes, a black figure appeared.
The moonlight was too dim, Xiaolan couldn’t see the person’s appearance, but she could still judge the person’s identity from the vague outline.
Fire lotus stood upright by a tree, facing them, possibly even observing them.
“Auntie…” The rice bucket was almost crying, “There is really a ghost…”
“That’s not a ghost,” Xiaolan pulled up the bucket, “Go, let’s go and see.”
“Auntie!” The rice bucket cried and dragged Xiaolan’s arm, “Ghost…”
“You hide behind me, protect the book,” Xiaolan gave the rice bucket a firm look, “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”
The rice bucket looked at Xiaolan’s eyes. After a while, he sniffed and nodded heavily.
The two ran towards the black shadow, and as the distance gradually shortened, the figure slowly changed.
Even the rice bucket noticed the change, and was no longer so scared.
“Auntie, that seems to be a…”
Xiaolan stopped, panting slightly and looked at what was standing in front of the tree trunk.
It was a group of air roots that grew into a human shape. The air roots protruded from the surface of the tree trunk, nestled on the tree trunk, like a woman in black with long hair.
The rice bucket breathed a sigh of relief, “Auntie, it turned out to be a tree…”
No, it’s not that simple.
In the daytime, there are no such aerial roots on this tree.
Could it be that it has grown roots in just a few hours?
Xiaolan pondered, raising his eyes to the depths of the jungle in the night.
Suddenly, his eyes froze.
A similar black figure appeared again next to a tree in front.
Is that also a cloud of air, or…fire lotus?
Just thinking about it, the figure suddenly moved.
She seemed to lift her right hand slightly and waved at Xiaolan.
Sure enough, this is not an air root, this is Huo Lian seducing her.
Where does she want to go by herself?
Xiao Lan hesitated a bit, and the rice bucket was still staring at the air root curiously, and no new figure was found at all. Xiao Lan thought about it, but still grabbed him.
“Rice bucket, let’s go.”
“Where to go… Ah, auntie, there is such a thing there too!”
“Yes,” Xiaolan pulled him up and walked slowly, “Let’s go over and take a look.”
The two approached, and as expected, this was also the root of a human form. Xiaolan confirmed that idea, and Huo Lian wanted to guide her to a certain place.
Where to go?
Xiaolan looked forward.
Does Huo Lian want to let herself enter the village?
In other words, Huolian also lived alone in the ghost forest for a long time, and then chose to enter the village, so he was caught.
Why did she go back to the village?
“Rice bucket,” Xiaolan lowered his head and asked, “Do you know where they caught me last time?”
This topic made Rice Bucket feel a little embarrassed. He didn’t want to mention Xiaolan almost being killed last time.
“In the village.”
“I know it’s in the village,” Xiaolan said, “Where is it? Last time I was confused and I forgot…”
The rice bucket sighed, his shoulders drooped, “It seems to be near my house, I saw… I saw they took you away… Auntie, I… I didn’t save you because…”
“I know I know, I didn’t blame you.”
The place where the fire lotus last appeared was near the rice bucket home.
Xiaolan felt that her idea was confirmed.
What Fire Lotus wants to get, most likely, is the skeleton on the roof of the rice bucket house.
The new figure appeared at the end of the field of vision again, but Xiaolan no longer needed their guidance. She picked up the long skirt and said, “The rice bucket, we have to go back to the village.”
The gaze of the rice bucket moved back from the air root, “Go back to the village? Auntie, do you want to go back now?”
Xiao Lan nodded.
“It’s okay,” said Rice Bucket. “Let’s go back and find a place to put the book together. Maybe we can still read it.”
“Well,” Xiaolan agreed, “Lunch, let’s go to your house.”