Monument of Life and Death

   Yourself cracked? !

  Xiaolan stretched out his fingers tremblingly and touched the crack in his skin.

   Good ice!

  Xiaolan seemed to have touched something sharp and subconsciously retracted his hand.

   His skin is as cold as ice, and the cracks crisscrossing it are real.

  Why do I dream that I am cracked?

  Xiaolan stood on the spot and pondered for a while, but still had no clue.

In the fog ahead   , a biting cool wind blows erratically.

  Xiaolan shivered, she raised her head, rearranged her clothes, then swallowed her saliva and continued to walk forward.

   A figure appeared in the mist.

   Xiaolan's footsteps paused.

   A little familiar?

   "Xiao Lan..."

   That figure suddenly made a sound.

  Xiaolan's heart froze suddenly.

   "Daoist?!" Xiaolan ran towards him while shouting the figure's name, "Daoist? Is that you?..."

   "Xiao Lan..."

  The figure gradually became clearer.

   "Xiao Lan..."

  Xiao Lan quickened her pace.

   "Xiao Lan..."

   The figure of the Taoist priest became clearer and clearer, but for some reason, his voice became more and more blurred.

   "Xiao Lan..."

   "Daoist!"

   Xiaolan gasped and looked at the Taoist priest who appeared in front of her.

   The Taoist priest was still wearing the same outfit they had when they parted, but it was covered in blood.

   "Master!" Xiaolan screamed and rushed over.

   The Taoist priest opened his mouth and called Xiaolan one last time, but made no sound.

After   , he showed a bleak smile.

In the next second, Daochang's body began to bleed, and scarlet blood overflowed from every part of his body. At the same time, Daochang was like an inflatable doll that was leaking, and his tall and straight body quickly withered and shrank. Those eyes with a sad smile were firmly locked on Xiaolan.

The handsome face of the Taoist priest gradually became deformed and twisted, Xiaolan's heart trembled, and he hesitated for only a second, but it was the gap of this second, when she reached out to the Taoist priest, she grabbed it in her hand, There is only a cool mist.

   The Taoist priest disappeared.

  The surroundings changed back to what they were before, and there was not a trace of blood left on the ground. It seemed that everything was an illusion.

   But this was originally an illusion.

   Xiaolan thought in horror.

   These are all my dreams, I am dreaming, although I don't know why I dream of these things, but... In any case, these are false.

   It's just... There's one thing that I'm very concerned about.

   Just now, I hesitated for a second.

  Why hesitant?

   It was because the Taoist priest's appearance had changed, and his face had become wrinkled like a monster. Such a Taoist priest made her afraid.

   But no matter what, it is the Taoist priest.

   If the Taoist priest really became like that, wouldn’t he…

  Crack!

not good!

  Xiaolan immediately tore off his collar and looked at his chest again.

   Sure enough, another crack appeared!

  The three cracks intersected together, turning Xiaolan's chest into a terrifying appearance like a spider web. The spider web went up and down with Xiaolan's breathing, as if it was breathing too. …

   "Xiao Lan..."

   Suddenly, a familiar call came from the fog ahead. Xiaolan raised her head with wide eyes, and at a glance recognized the identity of the figure in the fog.

   is Luo Jiutian!

   "Xiao Lan..."

  Xiaolan can probably guess what will happen next.

   "Xiao Lan..."

no!

  Xiaolan gasped, she stared at Luo Jiutian's figure, and after a while, she turned her head resolutely and ran back.

   You have to run away.

   can no longer stay in this dream.

   Xiaolan has had countless terrifying dreams, but there has never been a dream that made her feel so uncomfortable in the dream.

   Gotta wake up!

   "Xiaolan..." Luo Jiutian's voice actually chased after him, "Xiaolan..."

  Xiaolan covered her ears and ran desperately.

run!

   Escape from here...

   "Xiao Lan..."

  Suddenly, a hand that came out of nowhere grabbed Xiaolan's right ankle, Xiaolan was startled, her right leg softened, and she fell to the ground.

   The owner of that hand appeared little by little.

   is Qin Yin!

   Qin Yin was lying on the ground, covered in blood, her left hand tremblingly grabbed Xiaolan's ankle and was crawling on the ground.

   "Sister Xiaoyin..." The urge to escape and the violent heartbreak burned in Xiaolan's heart at the same time, Xiaolan felt that she was going to be torn apart by these two forces, "Xiao...Xiaoyin..."

   "Don't abandon us..." Blood and tears flowed from the corners of Qin Yin's eyes, "If you abandon us, we will all die..."

Xiaolan slumped on the ground weakly, she looked at Qin Yin's body, Qin Yin's right arm was no longer there, on the cross section of the wound, the blood splattered and the opened flesh together formed a red flower , glamorous, dazzling...

  Xiaolan retched from the depths of his stomach.

"Do not……"

  The strength of Xiaolan's legs came back, she pushed Qin Yin's hand away, got up without looking back and continued to run.

   Wake up quickly!

   The cracking sound in her chest crackled, Xiaolan couldn't care about how her chest was shattered, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and threw away everything that was trying to grab her.

   There was only one thought in Xiaolan's mind.

run!

   No... not running...

   is to escape.

  Xiaolan can feel the difference between the two.

   He was on the run.

   Run away!

   Run away!

   It's very painful here, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore...

  Escape! ——

  Xiaolan opened her legs and took a big step.

   The body begins to fall.

   Before Xiaolan could react, she soon felt that her body had fallen into a warm area. This place was different from the fog just now. The aroma of coffee and bread floated in the air. Everything was warm...

   "Xiao Lan?"

  Xiao Lan opened her eyes instantly.

   "Xiao Lan?"

   She turned her head and looked at the person in front of her.

   "What's wrong?" Baomu put his hand on Xiaolan's forehead, and was testing her body temperature with the back of his hand, "Xiaolan, are you having nightmares again?"

   "Bao...Brother Baomu..." Xiaolan licked her dry lips and stared at Baomu's face half asleep, "You...Are you all right?..."

  Baomu laughed, "What's wrong with you child? What can I do? It's you, are you okay?"

   Xiaolan looked around in shock.

  The plane, the seats, the beautiful stewardess distributing the food, and the treasured tree in perfect condition...

   woke up.

   Xiaolan immediately felt a sense of grievance.

   "Brother Baomu," Xiaolan cried, holding Baomu's arm tightly, "I...I had a nightmare..."

   "Don't be afraid, my dream has already woken up," Baomu smiled and patted Xiaolan's head, "It actually scared us Xiaolan into this, what did you dream about?"