Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 181 Shadow

  The chief of the road was staring at the security door of a household.

   "What?" Sister Fang looked at the leader's line of sight, "This is the gate, this house is shared by three young girls, one is called Xinxin, and the other..."

   "No," the Taoist pointed to the upper part of the door, "There is something on the door."

  The three people leaned over, lying on the door panel and staring.

   "Ah, I can see it!" Xiaolan gestured with her hands to show Sister Fang, "Can you see it, Auntie, there is a shallow trace here, like a check mark."

  Sister Fang stared for a while according to the shape of Xiaolan's gesture, and finally showed an expression of epiphany.

   "I see it, see it! Who painted this?"

  Xiaolan squinted her eyes, half-hunched over the door and looked carefully.

   Without waiting for the other two to do anything, Xiaolan stretched out her hand, tightening her sleeves and rubbing hard against the looming tick.

   "Huh?—" Sister Fang stopped slightly.

   "Look," Xiaolan ignored the obstruction and wiped the trace with force, "This thing can't be wiped off."

   "That may be what I wrote before..." Sister Fang explained.

   "There are also here."

   Dao Master’s voice sounded from behind them, Xiao Lan looked at Dao Master, who was facing away from them at this time, and was pointing at the opposite door.

   also have it?

  Is there this trace on the opposite door?

   Xiaolan leaned forward, and as expected, there was also a shallow trace on the door at the same height.

   "There are no children living in Building 9," Sister Fang glanced at the two in wonder, "Maybe...maybe children from other buildings came in to paint."

   Xiaolan shook his head, but couldn't figure it out.

  Sister Fang led the two to continue up, and the attention of the three of them had been involuntarily focused on each door.

  This attention is not wasted.

  The three people were puzzled to find that every door from the second floor to the fifth floor was drawn with a check mark that was hard to find in ordinary days.

  And this situation suddenly broke off on the sixth floor.

   In the two houses on the sixth floor, the door of 601 was checked, but the door of 602 was clean, and no one could see any traces of graffiti with their eyes wide open.

   "What about this household..."

"There is no one in this household," Sister Fang knew what Xiaolan was going to ask, and said first, "The owner returned to her hometown and changed the house to a guest house. There were still guests before the accident, but after... no one came. , The landlord closed the homestay and left the house idle for the first time."

   Xiaolan nodded, turned around and knocked on the opposite door.

   "Ah? Why? Is there any problem with his family?" Sister Fang looked at Xiaolan dumbfounded.

   "Who lives in this house?" Xiaolan asked as she knocked on the door vigorously.

  "This house is...a drunkard, an old bachelor, and not a bad person. You just drink too much and love to drink all day long. Little master, stay away from the door..."

  Just as Sister Fang stretched out her hand to block Xiaolan behind her, the door of 601 crackled open, and a strong smell of alcohol poured out from the door.

  The familiar nausea made Xiaolan reticent.

  This nose really suffers no less today.

  "Who are you guys! Big...big night...knock on my door...excuse me... disturb my sleep..."

   "What's the big night! It's the next day!" Sister Fang yelled, pinched her waist and pointed at the nose of the drunkard, "You haven't woken up from the wine you drank yesterday! You are drunk crazy most of the night!"

   "You are dreaming... dreaming... what... in the middle of the night..."

   "Look outside for yourself! It's bright, no, it's getting dark!..."

  The two quarreled with each other. Xiaolan beat her stomach and recovered. After taking a few deep breaths, she turned to look at the two people at the door of 601.

  Sister Fang blushed with anger and her neck was thick. It was obvious that she had encountered a guy who was difficult to discipline.

  The opposite man crouched, his face flushed, his eyes slightly squinted, his body was drunk, his legs circled, and he seemed to be unable to stand firmly.

   is just an ordinary drunk.

   Xiaolan's gaze slowly raised.

  The drunk’s coat is messy, and the original color is no longer visible.

  But I always think something is weird.

  Shoulder, why is it so high?

  Look carefully, how come the drunk still wears a pair of pants on his chest.

   Xiaolan rubbed his eyes and stared at the head of the drunk.

  There seemed to be other things near the head of the drunk.

  The thing is translucent, faintly hazy.

  Xiaolan looked up along the translucent color.

   Take a breath of cold air.

   Seeing Xiaolan froze in the same place, Dao Chang knew what must have happened, and hurriedly led Sister Fang into the door.

   Xiaolan stared at the thing straight.

this is…

   swallowed, Xiao Lan held onto Dao Master’s hand and refused to enter the door.

  "Can't you see?..." Xiaolan's voice seemed to hang in the air.

   "There...someone...someone...riding on his neck..."

  A translucent human figure, as Xiaolan said, sitting steadily on the drunkard’s neck, with his legs dangling in front of the drunkard’s chest, swaying from side to side with the drunkard’s movements.

   Xiaolan helped her forehead.

  In this scene, the impact is a little bit big.

  "People?" Dao Master's eyes pierced like an arrow, even if he didn't see anything, his right palm quickly swept across before the brain could react.

  Who knew that the ghost was not injured, but directly stood up from the drunkard’s shoulder, kicked back hard, and bounced out of the door.

  The drunkard only felt a little itching in his shoulders. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it twice, then pulled his hand down again.

  The impact of ghosts on humans is minimal.

  "He ran!" Xiaolan yelled, stretching his arms to grab it, "Be careful!"

   but caught an empty space.

  It's not because you can't touch that thing.

  It was because the moment the ghost jumped out of the gate and appeared under the sunset in the corridor, it suddenly disappeared, like a real shadow, without a trace under the light.

  There is no trace of existence.

   Xiaolan still stared at the place where the ghost disappeared, and a big hand slammed herself into her arms.

  Warm and soft embrace.

   Xiaolan and Dao Chang looked at each other in the distance, their faces stunned.

   "You have nothing to do with Master Si!" The person hugging him said heartily, with unconcealed worries behind his voice.

   "I...I'm fine..."

   Xiaolan watched the stout and tall Sister Fang slowly stand up.

"Is it scaring you?" Sister Fang smiled awkwardly and scratched her head. "Didn't you say to be careful, I am thinking of you as a little girl... You are scared, Master... Hey... I didn't pay attention... Did it hurt... "

   Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly and looked at the embarrassingly flushed face, which was absolutely indistinguishable from beauty.

  For some reason, in Xiaolan’s eyes, this face seemed to be suddenly filtered by the setting sun.

  A very familiar scene...

  I miss it very much.

   "What was it just now?" The Taoist asked softly, breaking Xiaolan's illusion.

   Xiaolan then remembered the strange thing that had just disappeared out of thin air.

   "There was a strange figure riding on his neck just now," Xiao Lan pointed at the drunk, "I disappeared after jumping out of the door."

  The long pupils light up.

  (End of this chapter)