Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 339 Wen Ya

  In the corner of the room, a sizzling broadcast suddenly sounded.

  The plot is about to begin.

   "Wenya, what did your mother buy for you?"

  The gentle voice of the woman reached their ears.

   "Look, it's a doll! Didn't Wenya always want a beautiful doll? My mother bought it for Wenya. Are you happy?"

no answer.

  Xiaolan's heart has been cold for half.

  He is really the master of a ghost baby.

  Oh, mom don’t ask, I’m not happy.

   "Okay, okay, Wenya, take it back to the room and play. Since you like it so much, you should treat it as a partner and cherish it." There is still only a woman's voice.

   "Wenya, what are you doing while standing? Go to the house."

  After saying this, the woman's voice stopped.

   Xiaolan only then looked at the surrounding situation.

  This is a confined space. Only one door can be seen in the square area, which is the door they just walked in. Seven people crowded in this small place, red light shining faintly, reflecting the things on the wall.

  Although there is no door, there is something like a picture frame hanging on the wall. The picture frame is very large, and the red paint on it has dried up and peeled off. There is nothing around except this picture frame.

   "Wenya, what are you doing while standing? Go to the house soon." The woman's words rang from the horn hanging in the dark.

   "What are we going to do?" Qin Yin guarded Xiaolan while guarding against the NPC's surprise attack.

  The chief did not understand the things of these young people at all, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Hello, what do we need to do?"

  The answer came quickly, "Hello captain, the clues and instructions are on the broadcast, and what you have to do at this time is to find a way to enter the house."

  "Find a way to enter the house..." Qiao Nian hugged his arms and looked into the corner, "How come there is no door."

   Xiaolan tried to calm down.

  The companions are trying to find the door, only she is thinking, they can't get out, and the NPC can't get in, so it seems...then this is a safe place.

  The lantern is still bright, so you can’t see clearly. Xiaolan grabbed Qin Yin and moved to the side of the picture frame, looking at the picture frame the size of a full-length mirror, and said, "Could the clue be on it?"

   "There really isn't anything else," Jasmine got up from the ground and clapped her hands. "It's probably on the frame. Take a good look."

   Xiaolan raised the lantern, and the faces of a group of people leaned against the frame.

   "Huh?" Qin Yin pointed to the highest part of the photo frame, "There seems to be a word there."

  The highest place of the photo frame is a bit taller than the Taoist and the fool who is about 1.8 meters tall. The two stood on tiptoes to look hard, and finally shook their heads.

   "There are words, but I can't see clearly," the Taoist chief looked down at Xiaolan, "it has to be higher."

   Last time they said this...

   "What are you doing." Xiaolan shrank dissatisfiedly.

But shrinking was useless. Soon, Xiaolan was lifted up by the fool. She held the lantern with one hand and scratched the wall with the other hand. The tip of her nose fell to the side of the photo frame, her eyes widened as she recognized the wood. The fine print.

  She chuckled in her heart.

"This……"

   "What is it?" The fool held Xiaolan's leg very easily, "Is it a word?"

   "It's... it's my name," Xiao Lan said humbly, "it's not... it's the name of my identity, Wenya."

   "Wenya?" Jasmine frowned, "Just two words? It looks more than just..."

  "My name, I wrote it twice," Xiaolan's volume slowly decreased, "Wenya, Wenya, like this, twice."

   Baomu lay on the wall and sniffed vigorously, "On the other side of the wall, there is a **** smell, faint."

   Xiaolan heard the words and quickly took away the hand holding the wall.

   Suddenly, there was a squeak, and the color of the wall changed instantly, as if a layer of camouflage had been removed by someone. The faint blue light penetrated in, and at the same time, there was a scene on the other side of the wall.

  The wall inside the frame instantly becomes transparent.

  Xiao Lan was startled, his body inertially retreated, so he leaned back on the fool's body.

  Every time I was lifted up, it ended up like this.

  But the fool was obviously used to this operation. As soon as he raised his right shoulder and let his left shoulder slightly, Xiaolan's body circled half a circle on top of his head, and then fell back into his hands securely.

   Xiaolan landed, squatted down, and hugged the fool's leg tightly.

   "Woo woo woo... idiot brother..."

   "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts over there," the fool put up a pergola and looked across, "over there...it's an empty room too. It seems that there are a few more stools, um, three stools."

   "More than that," Jasmine pointed to the corner of the room and said, "Look, there is something else."

  At the two corners where you can see, there is a doll in each, sitting on the ground cleverly, with small hands dangling, glass eyes staring at them.

   "Wenya, what are you doing while standing? Go inside the house!"

  Broadcasting began to urge again.

  Who is standing, Xiaolan thought angrily, am I not squatting?

  She stood up holding the photo frame, and when she was about to change her hand to carry the lantern, she found that her palm was a little changed.

  Xiaolan rubbed his fingers and raised the lantern in front of him.

   "The paint on this photo frame has fallen off." She showed her palms with some red paint to others. "The hands are all red, do you have them too?"

  The partners all looked at their palms.

   "Nothing."

"No……"

  The idiot leaned over to the side of the frame and touched it, "This is dry, Xiaolan, where did you rub your hand red?"

  No one else?

  The red paint on the palm of the hand is not completely dry, it must have just been stained.

   Xiaolan looked at the palm of her hand, and then at the wall that turned into glass.

  She reached out and touched the glass surface.

  A red handprint was printed on the glass.

   Quiet for a few seconds.

   "Look!" Qin Yin shouted.

  At the symmetrical place with Xiaolan's handprint, another **** handprint slowly appeared on the glass.

  Dao Master stood on a high place and looked down, "This glass has thickness, and that handprint... comes from the opposite side."

  Communication at both ends of the glass.

   "I see," Jasmine grabbed Xiaolan's shoulder, "Xiaolan, write your name."

  Wenya.

   Xiaolan raised his left hand, and strenuously wrote his own name on the glass.

   "Wen..." Qiao Nian exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, it appeared!"

  On the opposite side of the glass, a red "text" turned upside down gradually appeared.

  Asia.

  At both ends of the glass, finish writing at the same time.

   Xiaolan raised her hand, and at the same time, the sound of the mechanism's operation rang loudly.

"boom!"

  The Baomu on the far side was so frightened that he let out quickly.

  The photo frame moved.

  The left side protruded and the right side recessed. After a while, the picture frame turned into a half-open door, half of which stood between them, and the other half entered the room in front.

  Jasmine probe in.

   "Sure enough, there are four dolls in total..."

"Hee hee hee hee..." Before Jasmine's voice, there was a harsh laughter in the room, "Wenya is here! Wenya is here! Hehehehe, Wenya is coming to us! "

  (End of this chapter)