Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 708 Go through this door

   Xiaolan ran to the door of the wooden house.

  The door of the wooden house is open, and the afternoon sun shines on the dust on the ground.

   "Xiaolan, isn't that the coffin you mentioned?" Qin Yin stood by the window, put up the pergola, and looked into the wooden house.

  The coffin is still placed in that position, and there seems to be no change.

Apart from……

  "The lid of the coffin is closed." Xiaolan muttered.

"what?"

  "The lid of the coffin," Xiaolan pointed out her finger, "It used to be open, and inside is the body of Huolian's husband."

   "She closed it herself, otherwise it won't fall off for so long." Qin Yin disapproved.

  Baomu stood aside with his arms, sniffing vigorously.

   "Did you smell something? Is Fire Lotus here?" the fool asked.

   "I smell... weird," Baomu said, walking towards the wooden house, "a bit weird..."

  The fool followed.

   Xiaolan stood at the door, staring at the coffin suspiciously.

  Baomu came to the window and put his nose close to the broken glass ballast on the window frame.

  Sniff...

   "What's the smell?" Qin Yin asked.

  "A very special smell..." Baomu frowned and stood up, his eyes fixed, "It's the smell of the Taoist leader."

  "Daoist?"

  Hearing the name of Dao Master, Xiao Lan's attention was also attracted, "What happened to Dao Master?"

   "Bao Mu said that there is the smell of Taoist leaders here." Qin Yin reported loudly.

   "It's here, there is a little smell," Baomu pointed to a piece of glass on the lower edge of the window frame, "It's really only a little bit, and you won't be able to smell it if you are farther away."

   "So the Taoist has been here?" The fool bent down and looked at the glass.

   "If this is the case, the Taoist chief shouldn't just leave the smell here," Baomu said, "With the personality of the Taoist chief, it is definitely impossible for him to touch the window frame and leave."

  The fool nodded thoughtfully, then quickly leaned his upper body into the window frame, took a look, and quickly retracted.

   "There is no one inside, it is safe."

  "Really?..." Baomu was suspicious, but had nothing else to say.

   "Don't worry, maybe... Xiaolan! What are you doing?!"

  When several people were discussing and pondering around the window frame, no one noticed that Xiaolan had already moved in.

   Xiaolan was interrupted by Qin Yin’s shout. She turned her head and blinked, “I’ll go in and take a look.”

   "No, you can't be the first to enter, just in case it's dangerous," Qin Yin pulled Xiaolan away, "I'll go in first, and you will follow me."

   "Sister Xiaoyin..."

  Qin Yin insisted on taking the lead. Holding her simple crutches, she limped and walked into the front door of the wooden house awe-inspiringly.

  The air in the wooden house was slightly cool, and there was an indescribable smell floating.

   Fishy smell... Bloody smell?

   "Small Yin, what's the matter with your legs?" A familiar voice heard in his ears.

  Qin Yin turned his head to look.

   caught the eye, two **** men covered in scarlet.

   "Ah!" Qin Yin screamed, his feet were unstable, and a dog fell on the thick dust.

  "Sister Xiaoyin! What's wrong?!..." Xiaolan hurriedly followed, squatting down to help the cursing Qin Yin.

   "Oh," the blood man let out a long sigh, "In order to avoid frightening you, we didn't dare to stand at the door. I didn't expect you to be frightened..."

  The moment he heard the voice, Xiaolan quickly blocked Qin Yin behind him, and made an attacking motion at the two of them.

  But the next second, she recognized the voice of the blood man.

  Two groups of red human beings stood beside the coffin, grinning at them.

"what!"

   "Oh my god! This..."

  "Daoist!"

  Baomu, who was the last to rush in, recognized the two immediately.

   Baomu rushed forward two steps excitedly, and when he was about to run beside them, he stopped.

   Suddenly feel a little disgusted.

  He covered his nose with a pained expression, "Master, the smell of blood on you is too strong!"

  The fool didn't care about the smell, he ran to the Dao Master in silence while holding Wen Ling, his pupils twinkling.

   "Little fool..."

  The fool tightened his lips, looked left and right, and put Wenling on the lid of the coffin.

   "Ask Ling for her..."

  Before he asked the question, the fool straightened up and hugged him.

  "Daoist!..." Xiaolan also screamed and rushed over.

   "Alright, alright..." The Taoist smiled and patted the two of them, "I'm alright, it's great that you are fine..."

   is not completely all right.

   Baomu ran over with his nose, symbolically hugged them, and then ran away quickly.

  Luo Jiutian stood on the side with his hips akimbo, "Is there no one here to hug me?"

  "Hurry up and help me up, I'll hug you," Qin Yin struggled on the ground holding his crutch, "It's...Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

  Shen Fu came over to help Qin Yin, and Luo Jiutian, who was in red, also came over, so scared that Shen Fu quickly returned to his original position, clinging to the wall, looking at them in doubt and horror.

   "What did you do?" Luo Jiutian looked at Qin Yin's crutches and the bandages on his legs, "Did you hurt your leg? Why are you so careless?"

   "My God, it feels so funny to hear you, a **** person, say I was not careful," Qin Yin said, "Let's talk, what's the matter with you two, you don't seem to be hurt."

"We... it's a long story," said the Taoist leader while comforting the idiot and Xiaolan who were still in a state of excitement, "let's talk about you first, what's wrong with Ling? What's wrong with your legs, Xiaoyin What's the matter? And who..."

   Seeing that blood man's eyes focused on his body, Shen Fu was panicked, he directly held his breath, even thinking of pretending to be dead.

   "He is... his name is Shen Fu," Baomu introduced, "he helped us a lot, he was... uh, that..."

   "The dead." said the Taoist.

  Baomu peeked at Shen Fu, did not say anything, only nodded quietly.

  Dao Master and Shen Fu looked at each other.

  Actually, Shen Fu wanted to avoid his eyes, but he then thought that he was dead, and what else was there to be afraid of, so he forced himself to meet the Taoist's gaze.

   "You are the one... Baomu and their companions?"

   "Yes," the Taoist smiled politely, "Thank you for taking care of them."

   "No, no, they are all taking care of me." Seeing that Dao Master's attitude was quite kind, Shen Fu relaxed a little, "Are you not injured?"

   "We are okay."

   "That will do..."

  Shen Fu no longer clings to the wall.

  Although he was covered in blood, his eyes were not dangerous, and he shouldn't hurt himself.

   "That..." Dao Master said embarrassedly, "Sorry, you should stay away from the two of us, because the blood on our body may hurt you."

  Shen Fu immediately posted back to the wall.

  Forget it, it's still safe here.

  (End of this chapter)