Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 43 Nightmare

  Pineapple and Xiaoyin are left and right, protecting Xiaolan in the middle.

  Although it was the night when the lights were off, Xiaolan opened his eyes and looked to the top of the tent, still feeling the shadow of the whirling trees under the moonlight.

  The breathing on both sides gradually calmed down. I was too tired today. Xiaolan felt that she should also fall asleep, but her mind was very clear, as if she was a sign of something.

  The body is so tired, the air, the light and shadow, and everything that quietly lingers around her gave her a very clear perception.

  Xiaolan's eyes gradually closed.

  The sound of wind, trees, breathing, heartbeat...

  Crying, laughing, talking, shouting...

  The distant world gradually opened, and the sound seemed to come from the other end of time and space, bringing an illusion-like blurry picture.

  What is flying in the wind.

  It is hung on a branch, its snow-white ends are swaying with the wind, and the end seems to become a flower, full of complicated petals and it fluttering in the wind.

   Grabbed it with one hand and stroked both ends.

"flower……"

  The color has changed, and the eyes are full of blood red, spots of blood red, blood red that falls like water drops, blood red that splashes around.

   "What are you doing?!"

   "I will..."

"what!"

  The screams sounded, blending with the stench of the red, rushing towards Xiaolan.

The red all around disappeared suddenly, leaving only a red object. The group of red was looming, and suddenly it was so far away from itself, turning into a distant red dot, almost instantly, with the red dot as the center, that red. Began to spread.

  "You are really sick hahahaha, just for..."

"To shut up!"

   "It's crazy..."

"I need to……"

   "With the bitch..."

  "...Go to death!..."

  Red occupies the eyes again, like a shower of rain, raindrops fell on the red, and the color gradually faded.

  Wow, wow...

  Wow, wow...

   is the sound of rain.

  Gray sky, gray ground, gray villain.

  It is gray everywhere.

   "Sister Miao Miao..."

   "You run there!"

   "Uncle..."

   "I really didn't..."

   "Uncle!"

"help me……"

"Do not!"

  The girl's voice stopped abruptly, and the screen moved across the woods and dirt, rolling, freezing in the rain.

  All the voices suddenly came back, a girl's face appeared, and the raindrops washed away the smudges on the face and fell into the girl's wide-open eyes.

  The girl’s face is infinitely magnified, and the picture is close to the girl’s eyes, close to her pupils, and close to her eyes.

  The girl's eyes.

   is a ball of flame.

  The flame spreads its teeth and dances its claws, and the tongue of flame seems to swallow the master of sight.

  The tongue suddenly turned into countless pairs of slender arms, struggling to grab it upwards.

"Help……"

"help me……"

   "Don't..."

  The voices of countless people sounded at the same time, mixed with screams and crying, curses and prayers.

  The crying stopped, the sound of rain, fire, and cries all disappeared in an instant.

  The arms transformed by the tongue of flame gradually dissipated, and a ball of flame was burning quietly.

  It burned quietly and for a long time.

   Suddenly, the flame rushed over, and when he rushed in front of him, he could see that in the flame, there was a strange girl's face.

  All girls are flames, and this flame also belongs to girls.

  The girl condensed in flames rushed forward, crossed her face, and disappeared in front of her eyes, like a warm wind, across her face.

  The girl disappeared. Before she disappeared, she said two words gently in her ear.

   "Don't be afraid..."

  The flame is gone, and the darkness is restored here, an unbearable darkness.

  Xiao Lan took a breath of cold air again.

   Her chest undulated violently, Xiaolan looked at the sleeping bag under her, the tent above her head, and the two sleeping faces on the left and right.

  Is a dream...

  So depressed dream...so terrible dream...

   Xiaolan glanced at the time, it was still late at night, as if she hadn't slept long.

  But Xiaolan is very awake now, the exhaustion and chaos before going to bed are swept away, replaced by a strong excitement and impulse to explore.

  It’s so stuffy and suffocating.

   Xiaolan looked at the four corners of the tent.

  Even if it’s a big tent, it seems...

   Xiaolan quietly got out of the sleeping bag, made sure that Xiaoyin and Pineapple did not wake up, opened the zipper of the tent, and walked out alone.

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  The air is so fresh.

  The shadow of the forest in the middle of the night, Xiaolan took a deep breath greedily, trying to escape from the dream just now, looking for the feeling of returning to reality.

  Flowers and twigs, the "world" of blood people, the conspiracy of Lianshui Village, the deaths of a few people, everything that happened today is so illusory, as if it came from another reality.

   Xiaolan looked at her hands.

  And me, why do I have the ability to explain it.

  What is the relationship between me and the "world"?

   Pressed his hands against his heart. Since entering the village, the sense of traction has disappeared. The thread connecting the heart draws me here. Is it for me to solve this matter?

   Xiaolan walked under a tall flowering tree by the moonlight, leaned against the trunk, and sat on the ground.

  There are decayed or decayed leaves and petals on the ground, sitting on them in a cool place.

   Xiaolan raised his head, there were still unfinished flowers on the branches, and the small white petals were quietly bathing in the moonlight on the branches.

  On the day when she first arrived in Fengwu, Xiaolan had done this in her dream, looking up at that flower branch.

  Flower branches...

  Xiaolan's heart shrank suddenly.

   "Why did you run out by yourself?" The Taoist voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Have you had a nightmare?"

   Looking back, the Taoist leader has walked to his side and sat down along the trunk like himself.

   "I think...a bit boring..." Xiaolan reacted for a while, "Master, why are you awake, you still haven't slept."

  Dao Master stared at her, shook his head, "I see you coming out, so don’t worry."

  Xiaolan didn't think about the long words, but was confused by the faintly embarrassing atmosphere.

   "Xiaolan."

   "Huh?" Xiaolan looked at the Taoist leader who was hesitant to speak.

  Under the moonlight, Daochang’s eyes flickered, and Xiaolan stared at the two bottomless springs.

   "I know, you are still guarding us now," Dao Chang looked straight at Xiaolan, "They may be too, they didn't fully trust you..."

   Xiaolan opened her mouth to say something, but was blocked by the next sentence of the Taoist leader.

"They, and me, and you, all have things they don't want to tell others, right...We all know this, so even if we know that we have secrets between each other, we can still trust each other and become a group. "

   "I know that I may not have a stand to say these things, Xiaolan, there are some things that I really can't let you know, but I hope you believe that, in any case, I am on your side."

   Before she could close her mouth, Xiaolan froze in place.

  (End of this chapter)