Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 401

   "Gosh..."

  Is this person really dead?

   Xiao Lan couldn't help poking him in the face.

  Uh, cold, it seems to be dead.

   Xiaolan raised her head to look at Dao Chief, "What's the matter?"

Daochang shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

   "I haven't even seen the Dao Chief," Qin Yin muttered, squatting on the ground, "That must be difficult."

   "There are so many things that the Taoist master hasn't seen before." Luo Jiutian waved his hand.

  "Have you seen it?" Qin Yin craned his neck.

   "Me? I haven't seen more things," Luo Jiutian sat down beside Zhao Baihuan, "but we can inquire first... Brother, let's talk about it."

  Zhao Baihuan stared at his younger brother’s face. For a long time, he opened his mouth and slowly said, “The day Wan Sheng left, I ran into the door of the room for a long time. When I broke in, Wan Sheng had already jumped off...”

  How a little familiar feeling.

   Xiaolan's breathing was short of a few seconds.

   Jasmine squatted on her right hand and turned her head to look at her. It seemed that she saw that her complexion was not very good, so she stretched out her hand and gently patted behind Xiaolan twice.

   "He is there for Wansheng," Zhao Baihuan's eyes trembled, "Just...laying on the ground, all blood...I won't move forever, he..."

  Zhao Baihuan choked, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth, clenching his fists against the ground.

   "It's okay, just talk about what happened next," Dao Chang pressed Zhao Baihuan's shoulder, "What happened after Wan Sheng was sent to the hospital? How did you bring his body back?"

Zhao Baihuan, who doesn’t need to repeat the scene of Wansheng’s death, relaxed a little. He let out a long breath and opened his mouth, “While in the ambulance, the doctor declared Wansheng’s death. At that time, Wansheng’s right side of his head was basically The upper part was broken, and he was covered in blood. Qian Le and I were completely confused at the time, so we didn’t notice many things, and when we saw Wan Sheng’s complete head in the morgue, we didn’t notice either. What's strange, until the police showed us the photos they took of the scene of the accident, we didn't realize that... Wan Sheng's injury was actually healed."

Zhao Baihuan stroked Wan Sheng’s head, his eyes filled with love, “Because the doctors have been storing Wan Sheng’s body in the morgue after handling Wan Sheng’s body, no one except us discovered this incident. We discovered this. At that time, it was already on the way to send Wansheng’s body to the funeral home. Although we know that Wansheng died, the fact that Wansheng died is irreversible, but...but we can’t burn such Wansheng in any way, so we called Canceled the appointment at the funeral home and drove the car home directly."

   "The wounds of the dead will heal?" Luo Jiutian drew his eyebrows in contemplation for a while, raised his head, and just met the eyes of the Taoist leader. The two knew what the other was thinking at a glance, and both nodded.

   "What did you think of?" Qin Yin blinked.

   "I'm thinking..." Luo Jiutian reached out his hand to support his chin, "This ability is a bit like Shuangyu's unique secret skills."

   "Shuangyan? What is that?"

"Shuanglu, like Jiutan and Baliangshui, are all martial arts in the circle," Jasmine finished introducing, frowning and looking at Luo Jiutian, "but Shuanglu's uniqueness is quick healing, not dead. Rotten."

   Fast healing?

   Xiaolan's neck is stiff.

  Should not...

   "Jasmine, have you heard the story of their head?" Luo Jiutian changed his posture.

   "Head? Shuangluo head... isn't it Grandpa Yunshou."

  Luo Jiutian snapped his fingers, "Yeah, do you know how old Yunshou Grandpa is this year?"

   Before Jasmine could answer, he then asked, "Do you know how long Grandpa Yunshou has been in charge?"

   Jasmine was just about to open her mouth, thought for a while, and hesitated, "I don’t know, Grandpa Qianshou was the head when I was born."

   "What does this mean?" Luo Jiutian spread his hands owingly.

  "It shows that Jasmine is still young, what else..." Qin Yin didn't hold back, and swiped Luo Jiutian away with a palm. "If you have no other arguments, you will fail. The other party argues for your friend."

   "I have! I have!" Luo Jiutian stabilized his body and raised his hand, "I! Grandpa Yunshou was the head when I was born, this can explain the problem!"

   "...but you are only six years older than me."

"That's true, it's not convincing," Luo Jiutian thought for a while, "That's right! My dad! My dad said that when he was young, Grandpa Yunshou was the head of Shuangluo! He was the same as our contemporaries. When they have memories, Shuanglu’s head has not changed!"

   Hmm... Lao Luo’s age is very convincing, but it’s worth thinking about.

   "Ah, I always thought this was your father." Zhao Baihuan listened to the side and interrupted in due course.

  He pointed to the Taoist leader.

   Dao Master smiled stiffly, Luo Jiutian said in embarrassment, “How can Dao Master’s age be so old...I’m not saying my father is old.”

As soon as Qin Yin heard that Dao Chang was regarded as Luo Jiutian's father again, his body tensed subconsciously and stared at Zhao Baihuan. Seeing that he didn't mean to identify himself as Luo Jiutian's mother, Xidang's PTSD withdrew from his brain. .

   "Long said, how old are you? I haven't asked you yet. This question must be clear, otherwise my father will always treat you as a peer." Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist commander seriously.

  On the surface, the Taoist Chief was smiling, but Xiaolan recognized the expression, and the Taoist Chief was not really smiling.

"I…"

"Oh, you always ask us why you are so old. I hate it." Qin Yin didn't know when he emerged from behind the two. With one left, one right and two elbows, he pushed them apart and sat between them. "So concerned. Our Daoist, do you like him..."

   "Then can I ask your age?"

   "Go away."

  Luo Jiutian touched a gray nose, turned his head and saw Xiaolan next to him, and quickly touched Xiaolan's head with a smile, "Xiaolan can always tell me how old you are?"

   "Uh..." Xiaolan raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, "I'm probably twelve or thirteen years old, maybe fourteen."

   "...I am playing with some group of people."

   "Okay, okay, you guys," Jasmine patted a few times and brought back the person who had digressed, "Jiutian means that Grandpa Yunshou is also an immortal person, right?"

  Luo Jiutian nodded immediately.

   "But Wan Sheng does not live forever," Zhao Baihuan said weakly, "I mean, Wan Sheng looks like there is no way to live forever, right? After all, he already..."

   "Oh, I just want to say that this situation in Wansheng is not impossible, and it is scientifically based."

   Xiaolan glanced at him.

  Is this a scientific basis? This is obviously a metaphysical basis.

   "By the way, you just said that Wansheng can really bring good luck. What does this mean?"

  (End of this chapter)