Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 658 Great Altar

  The two sat quietly on the ashes, waiting.

  Those women should have left.

  The boy moved first. He quietly approached the furnace door and saw through a narrow gap.

   "It's all gone," he said.

   Xiaolan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you really gone?"

   "Go," the boy nodded, "The doors are closed."

   "Huh...fortunately..." Xiaolan fanned the wind with her hand and raised her eyes to look at the boy, "But why are you avoiding them?"

   "Nonsense, if they catch me, won't my mother know?"

   Xiaolan looked at the boy up and down, "Did you sneak out?"

   "You tell me first, and I will tell you." The boy raised his chin and said.

   "What am I telling you?"

   "How did you kill the Prophet?" The boy crossed his legs, "I asked my mother, but my mother didn't tell me all the time, and beat me."

  You are owed.

   "Who said I killed the Prophet?"

   "Who are you?" the boy said, "The villagers say so."

  "They framed me, they lied," Xiaolan said, "And based on my relationship with the Prophet, how could I kill him?"

  The boy did not agree with Xiaolan’s point of view.

  "They said that it was because the prophet married a wife that it became like this, and the prophet should not marry a wife."

   "Wife?" Xiaolan felt that the truth was already approaching her own reasoning, "Who is his wife? Is she still alive?"

  If you have a wife, you are likely to have children, and you might be the child of the elderly! Plan to pass!

  The boy looked at the fool's expression on his face, his neck shrank back, and he reached out and pointed at Xiaolan.

   "You are his wife."

   Xiaolan freezes for three full seconds.

  She turned her head, looked at the left, and then at the right.

After   , she pointed to herself, "Me?"

   "You..." The boy was a little scared now, "Are you stupid?"

  Xiaolan widened his eyes and tilted his head slightly. It seemed that there was a certain gap between him and the normal person.

   "I...I am the old man's wife..."

  Is it possible that Fire Lotus is an immortal monster? So the village talents want to get rid of her?

   "Yes," the boy nodded naturally, "have you lost your memory?"

   "No...it's not..." Xiaolan swallowed, "I am a little bit different from his age..."

   "I don't know about that, but the rice bucket said that the Prophet used to be as young as you."

   "Rice bucket?"

   "The rice bucket is also a child in the village. We are playing together. By the way, his mother was also outside just now."

  "What happened when I was as young as me before?" Xiaolan asked cautiously, "is... how long ago?"

   "I don't know, he didn't tell me, I guess I don't know the rice bucket," the boy scratched the back of his head, "it must be before we were born anyway."

   "How old are you?"

   "I'm nine and a half years old," the boy blinked, "How old are you?"

   "I...I am definitely older than you."

   "Huh, you are much older than me," the boy glanced at Xiaolan, and then said, "It seems that the prophet has grown old after he left here."

  "Where?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.

   "Here, this is what I said," the boy pointed down, "This great altar."

   "This...this?" Xiao Lan was astonished to the extreme, and waved his hands around her side, "Isn't this a crematorium?"

   "What furnace?"

   "Nothing... You said this is the high altar? What is it for?"

"Of course it is used for sacrifice, when can it be used?" The boy looked at Xiaolan's eyes more and more as if he was caring for the mentally retarded. , God can receive it, do you understand?"

   "I understand, I understand," Xiaolan gave him a blank look, "You said the prophet has grown old since he left here?"

   "It was a guess from the rice bucket. The adults covered it up and didn't tell us."

  "Why did the prophet go to the altar? Did he come to make sacrifices?..." Xiaolan's back was a little cold, "Or...he is a sacrifice?"

   "Are you crazy? The prophet is a human being, how can he be a sacrifice?"

  Although the boy said so on his mouth, his eyes were a little shaken.

   "Then what is he doing here?"

  "How do I know that I was not born yet," the boy muttered, turning his back to Xiaolan, "maybe we hid like the two of us."

   "He is a prophet, do you think it is as boring as the two of us?"

  诶? Why does this seem to stabbing yourself back?

   "I don't know," the boy's rebellious mentality came up, and he said heavily, "You are his wife, you still ask me."

   "I..."

  The boy squatted by the door, his chin resting between his knees.

  His imagination flew out.

  Yes, he and the rice bucket have never paid attention to this. Why did the prophet go to the altar? Will it... really the elders in the village want...

  No, how could the people in the village be bad guys? Ghosts are bad guys...

   Xiaolan asked him a few more questions, but he didn't even listen.

  "Hey, kid..." Xiaolan called him behind him, "Hey...Hey!"

  It wasn't until Xiaolan reached out and patted the boy's back that he brought his attention back.

   "Huh?" The boy shivered, "What are you doing?"

   "What's wrong with you? What do I ask you to say," Xiaolan looked at him inexplicably, "What do you think of?"

   "No, I don't know anything." The boy refused.

   Xiaolan looked at him suspiciously for a while.

   "What are you looking at!" The boy was stared terribly, and his hands behind his back quietly put his hands on the stove door.

"What are you afraid of?" Xiaolan didn't know what kind of psychological struggle the boy had just gone through, and asked, "So what you meant just now was that the Prophet was originally the same age as me, and then he entered the high altar. After going out It's getting old, right?"

   "I don't know!" The boy shouted, "I don't know, I want to go out..."

   "Hey, don't leave now! I haven't finished the question yet."

  The boy stretched out his hand to open the door, Xiaolan quickly jumped up from the ground and grabbed the boy's arm.

   "Let me ask one more..."

   "You let me go!"

The boy screamed low, and the other hand slammed into Xiaolan's shoulder. Xiaolan hadn't stood still, and was almost pushed somersault. She hurriedly retracted her right hand to support the big altar. Straight down the inner wall of the slag, taking advantage of this time, the boy opened the furnace door and escaped.

  When Xiaolan poked his head out of the altar, the boy's figure had disappeared into the darkness, and he didn't know where to hide.

   "It's weird," Xiaolan got out of the altar, "how does her face turn like a book..."

  It is impossible to hide here. Xiaolan regrettably lost a hiding place. She looked around dissatisfiedly and walked into the small woods behind the ancestral hall.

  (End of this chapter)