Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 711 Final Reminder

  Everyone looked at the Taoist chief, and then at Zhang Boyin.

   "What if... her child is the source of all this?"

  I don't know if it's because of the wind coming in from the window or something else, Zhang Boyin's clothes seemed to tremble.

   "Do you still remember the Eight Immortals Village?" The Taoist chief's eyes were locked on Zhang Boyin.

  The others exchanged their eyes, "Of course I remember, we met Zhang Boyin there."

   "Then you should remember Zhao Wansheng's realm." The Taoist said again.

  How can you forget this kind of thing?

  Listening to the words of the Taoist Master, after a few seconds of thinking, the fool gave an expression of comprehension, “I remember you told us that you met the fourth personality in Wansheng.”

   "Yes," this is what the Taoist wants to say, "that personality, he is said to be the fire lotus, the mountain **** on the fire lotus mountain."

   "Doesn't that personality mean that he is also attached to Zhang Boyin?" Qin Yin asked, "What's the matter? Is the fire lotus on Zhang Boyin or her child?"

  Dao Chang raised his head slightly, "It's Fire Lotus."

  Everyone took a half step back, especially Luo Jiutian.

   Xiaolan was confused, "Where is Huolian's child?"

   "That child is the fire lotus," the Taoist said repeatedly, "there has always been one real fire lotus."

Zhang Boyin’s head seemed to move. Xiaolan’s muscles were a bit numb for an instant. The quiet and brilliant sunset casts the evening light into the wooden house. A strangely slender shadow of Zhang Boyin appeared on the ground. Xiaolan looked at the shadow and suddenly There seemed to be a mocking smile on it.

  "Daoist..." Qin Yin's voice became a little hoarse, "I'm really confused..."

   Daochang’s pupils were slightly enlarged, and there was a firm light gleaming in the pitch-black pupils.

The conversation between    and the fourth personality reappeared in his mind.

   "I am Fire Lotus, do you remember me?"

   "The incinerator is just the way they worship me, Huolian, is the name of the mountain, and I, the **** of Huolian Mountain, I am Huolian."

   "It is you who made you hear those things. That is your deepest secret. Of course, I also heard them."

  "The people who were born on Huolian Mountain are all my descendants. People in Lianshui Village are all my descendants. I exist in each of them."

   "Of course, what you see now is only a small part of me, and the other part is on the person who has gone out."

  The Daoist chanted the words that the personality had said word by word.

  Everyone's complexion turned pale.

  "Do you understand?" said the Taoist leader, "The real fire lotus has been entrenched on this mountain for some time. How could it be that young woman? That woman's name is not fire lotus at all..."

  Yes.

   Xiaolan murmured, "Her name is Lian..."

  The name on the jade pendant, the name on the stone tablet.

  Lian.

  This is her name.

"When I was in the village, I kept thinking that the crematorium appeared before Huolian was born, so what is this so-called large altar used for worship?" The Taoist's words were like breaking a bank. Rivers flooded into their ears in waves, "I actually forgot what the fourth personality said, this big altar worships the real fire lotus mountain god, the real fire lotus!"

  The voice falls.

  Wan Lai is quiet.

  Taochang gasped, and everyone's breathing became sharp with him.

   "So, the real Fire Lotus has always been on Zhang Boyin," Baomu's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "and we brought him back..."

  They brought this evil **** who wanted to go home to his lair.

  Gosh...

   "What are you still doing? While his consciousness is still in Panlong Pond, let's quickly clean him up..."

   "嗤……"

  Zhang Boyin let out a contemptuous sneer as an answer to Qin Yin’s words.

  He started to move.

  Dao Master stopped everyone behind him, and everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at Zhang Boyin who slowly raised his head.

   quack...quack...

  Zhang Boyin's neck made a crisp sound of bone rubbing, as if a hand had lifted his head from behind him.

  The unpredictable scary expression was the expressionless, even somewhat dazed Zhang Boyin.

  He opened his eyes and looked around.

   "It's impossible..." Luo Jiutian said, "If he is really attached to Zhang Boyin's body, then their consciousness should be sealed in my Panlong Pond."

  Now, what's going on again?

  Zhang Boyin's plain eyes still swept back and forth on them, and finally fixed on Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan is sandwiched between Qin Yin and Dao Chang.

  Qin Yin noticed Zhang Boyin’s gaze, her original fear suddenly turned into anger, she stood directly in front of Xiaolan and yelled unceremoniously, "What are you doing?"

  Zhang Boyin did not speak, but moved his legs and took a difficult step forward.

   is said to be a "difficult" step, because Zhang Boyin at this time is like a doll controlled by a few long lines, his movements and expressions are very jerky and rigid.

   "You..." There was a dark and terrible sound in his throat, but the source of the sound did not seem to be his mouth.

  He moved closer, and everyone backed away.

  It wasn't until the last Shen Fu was unable to retreat, they stood still, plucking up the courage to face the weird Zhang Boyin.

   "He doesn't seem to have fully recovered his strength," Luo Jiutian whispered in Dao Chang's ear, "Or let's try and see if we can deal with him?"

  Feasible, but it takes courage.

As the only available long-range attacker, Dao Master assumed this responsibility.

  He took out a spell from his pocket, muttered something in his mouth, and threw the spell abruptly.

The    charm quickly passed through the air, and it just stuck to Zhang Boyin's neck.

   Zhang Boyin seemed to be punched by a huge force, flew off the ground suddenly, and fell behind the coffin with a bang.

  Everyone looked at each other.

Is    so weak?

   Compared to the so-called truth, this surprised them even more.

  When they were shocked, there was another rustling movement behind the coffin. Zhang Boyin should have gotten up. The next second, with a click, a pale hand was placed on the edge of the coffin.

  Everyone's complexion changed immediately.

   "Ask the spirit!"

  The hand fumbled forward a few times, and then severely clamped Wenling's ankle.

  The crowd rushed forward, picked up Wen Ling on the coffin, and opened the saw with that hand.

  Unexpectedly, the power of that hand could actually be more than a group of them.

  Wen Ling's upper body was in their hands, and his legs were pulled beside the coffin. After a stalemate for a while, Zhang Boyin's face appeared beside Wen Ling's feet.

  (End of this chapter)