Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 738

  When the others ran over, the two of them were still crying.

   "Xiaolan! Asking Ling!" Qin Yin panted desperately, as if he was about to lose his breath in the next second, "Are you okay?"

  The two turned their heads, two painted faces came into their eyes.

   "Mom!" Qin Yin almost tripped over, "What happened?!"

  Dao Chang and Luo Jiutian ran ahead, Luo Jiutian almost slid and knelt in front of the two of them, and grabbed their hands.

  The two looked at him blankly.

  Luo Jiutian huffed and pressed the wrists of the two of them, taking his pulse while breathing.

After panting for a long time, he yelled, "No, my own pulse is too fast to get it out..."

   "Nine days, don't panic," Dao Chang crouched beside him, "They seem to be fine."

   Xiaolan pulled his hand back, and wiped a tear in grievance, "I'm fine..."

"I also……"

  Wen Ling hadn't finished her words (of course she couldn't finish), Qin Yin interrupted her.

"You are not allowed to say it's okay, you look at your own face... Those bastards, even if they rob our car, they even scratch your face like this... People who leave girls' faces with scars are not good. die!"

  Wen Ling touched his face, and looked at others with tears, "Is it ugly?"

  Everyone shook their heads into rattles.

   "Wen Ling, don't worry, your face is here, even if you draw two more lines, it won't be ugly... Why are you pinching me?"

  The fool who said the wrong thing was dragged away by Qin Yin, and Wenling sat up straight and stretched out his hand towards Baomu, "Mirror."

  Baomu was carrying Wenling’s backpack. Seeing that she asked for a mirror, Baomu took a half step back, "Why do you want a mirror?"

   is over, I want to cover it up.

  Wen Ling grabbed Bao Mu and started to grab the mirror. Xiaolan had always thought that Wen Ling was too weak. From this point of view, she still had a lot of potential.

  Qin Yin didn't know who to help. He looked at Wenling and Baomu in a dilemma, while the Taoist leader moved to Xiaolan's side and put out the back of his hand to test her forehead.

   "It's okay, you're okay."

   "They didn't hurt me much," Xiaolan was helped by the Taoist leader. "Wen Ling was locked in the car. It should have been a lot of sin."

   "Who is in the car?"

   "I don't know, I didn't see it at all," Xiaolan said, "but I know that they were two men. By the way, I should have hurt one of them on the face."

  Xiaolan recounted the painful but cool experience of that experience.

  After listening, the first reaction of Dao Chang and Luo Jiutian was to grab Xiaolan's hand.

  Looking at her little hand being held in the palm of the two big men and looking carefully, Xiaolan felt a little shy.

   "It's all minor injuries, it will be fine later."

   "You said that there was a blast of music from the car, and then the mouse appeared?" The Taoist asked.

   Xiao Lan was taken aback for a moment, "Uh...it's like this, is there any causal relationship in between?"

   "Wen Ling," Dao Chief did not answer her words, but frowned and stopped Wen Ling, "Can you describe the appearance of the person in the car?"

  Let Wen Ling describe...

  Wen Ling let go of Baomu's horse first, and stood on the side of the road and gestured vigorously.

   "Two...knives...masks..."

  After Wen Ling's efforts, they finally understood a little bit.

The two people in the car were wearing hats and masks, and the light was dim. Wenling could not recognize them, but they were both men. The man in the back had been threatening her with a knife, and the opening on her face was that. People draw it out.

  "Have you ever heard music?" Luo Jiutian asked.

  Jing Luo Jiutian said so, Wen Ling only suddenly remembered something, and stretched out his hand to fumble for himself.

   Then, she took out a dark thing from the inner pocket of her jacket.

  That thing is only the size of an egg, and at first glance it looks like a black stone.

  Wen Ling gave the thing to the Taoist chief.

  A few flashlights focused on the thing, and the black stone finally showed its true face.

  It was a smooth elliptical object, hollow, with a small arc-shaped hole at the tip, and several irregular holes distributed on the surface of the thing.

"What is this stuff?"

  Luo Jiutian picked up the thing, carefully observed every hole, and then put it back into the palm of the Taoist master.

   "This is Xun."

   "It's a musical instrument," the Taoist nodded and explained, "It's just... it's much smaller than the average xun."

   "Yes," Luo Jiutian said, "but apart from the size, the structure of this xun is not much different from the normal xun."

   Xiaolan understood, "That string of sounds comes from this stuff?"

   "It seems that it is," the Taoist leader returned the xun to Wen Ling, "Wen Ling, you can try your best to explain the matter about this xun."

  Wen Ling nodded confidently, and then started the performance in her own way.

"Well...this xun belongs to the man who drove, right?...Well, you saw that the man took the xun out of his body, and you thought he was going to use some weapon against Xiaolan, and then...you started to struggle Well... I know, struggling violently, we all know, you don’t need to emphasize this... Then Xiaolan slid out of the car door... You want to save Xiaolan, Xiaolan is very dangerous, we can also guess that... ...Don't get excited, it's all over, don't be afraid, it's all over... Then a light flew in from the window of the car and hit the face of the man who was driving. It was Xiaolan's needle probe... Oh? Did this xun fall in the middle of the seat?..."

  Tao Master followed Wen Ling's movements and translated her meaning perfectly.

  Wen Ling was very satisfied with the translation. In the end, she made a grabbing motion, gestured the xun, and then quickly stuffed it into her arms.

  After the performance, she nodded and looked at the crowd.

  Qin Yin blinked, "Does he know that you took his xun?"

  Qing Ling was stunned for a while, then slowly shook his head, "I don't know..."

  Everyone looked at each other.

  Wen Ling actually "takes" this thing so blatantly, it seems that they really underestimated Wen Ling's ability.

   "Anyway, Wen Ling, you should collect this xun first," said the Taoist chief, "this is your trophy."

  Wen Ling straightened her chest.

"I suddenly thought of something," Xiaolan has been thinking for a long time with his chin on the side. "If that man calls a rat to attack me by blowing this xun, does that mean he can still use this Does Mei Xun do other things?"

  Qin Yin suddenly realized, "You mean the mouse in the hotel!"

   Xiaolan nodded his head, "Since he can control the mouse to bite me, he can certainly control the mouse to steal the black skin... But, what are the people doing with the black skin?"

  Aside from me, is black leather valuable to others?

  Is anyone else aware of the existence of Heipi?

   Xiaolan's pupils suddenly lit up.

   "Komatsu!"

  (End of this chapter)