Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 789: red tip

   Chapter 789 Red Tip

   In front of everyone, there was a dark open space.

   is no different from anywhere else.

   Baomu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "So many corpses, right here..."

   "There is no other way," Li Muyuan shrugged, "After all... there is no need to leave those corpses behind."

  Xiaolan turned to look at Wenling, "Wangling, do you know where we should go to find clues?"

  Wang Ling straightened his neck and walked straight into the depths of darkness.

   "Hey, is it okay to just go in?" Baomu didn't hold her back.

   "It shouldn't matter," Li Muyuan said, "Besides, I have already sent someone to clean it briefly."

   Xiaolan followed Wenling, saw Wenling walking, and suddenly stopped.

   Xiaolan also stopped in her tracks, followed Wen Ling's eyes and looked at her feet.

   Under the bright light of the flashlight, only the dark ground and residual ash can be seen.

   "What's the matter?" Xiaolan looked up at Wenling and asked, "Is there anything here?"

   "Hmm..." Wen Ling muttered and crouched down, "Hmm."

   "It's here?" Xiaolan squatted beside her and pointed to the ground.

   Wenling nodded.

   "There's something here?" Others followed.

   "It seems to be," Xiaolan stretched out his hand to the ground, "What does this mean by asking Ling..."

  Wen Ling grabbed Xiaolan's wrist and stopped her from moving.

   "Dangerous." Wen Ling said with a frown.

   "So that's it," Xiaolan immediately called out his lock spirit whip, "I should be able to use it, right?"

  Wang Ling was still a little hesitant, but Xiao Lan had already used the Suo Ling whip as an iron rod and pulled it up in the open space.

   The dust mixed with the damp breath immediately flew away, and Wen Ling reached out and waved in front of him.

   Xiaolan slashed at the ashes on the ground, causing everyone around him to cough, until the ashes were almost lifted, and nothing was found.

   "Nothing," Xiaolan poked on the hard ground with the spirit lock whip, "Do you want to dig up the ground?"

  Wang Ling tilted his head and seemed to have no idea.

   "Then dig." Luo Jiutian said.

"Ok……"

   "Wait," there was a panting running sound behind everyone. It turned out that the fool was coming back, "What do you want to dig?"

  Xiaolan blinked, "I plan to dig this ground..."

   "Let's go, let's go, I'll come," the fool snatched the Lingling Whip in Xiaolan's hand and weighed it, "It's quite handy, how can you do this rough work?"

   "Brother fool, you just came over."

   "Oh, what's this?" The fool squatted down and slammed the whip into the soil, "You big men, why are you so embarrassed to let Xiaolan work?"

  Baomu's face turned red again.

  Luo Jiutian pointed at Xiaolan nonchalantly and said, "Because this girl is stronger than us."

   "You disgraceful stinky boy, you are too embarrassed to say it." Lao Luo glared at Luo Jiutian.

   "Yes," the fool easily dug up a large piece of hard soil, "It's alright, Xiaolan, with me, you can go and play next to me."

  The crowd gathered around the fool and watched the fool keep digging the soil like a perpetual motion machine. After a while, a large pile of soil had gathered at the fool's feet.

   "Not yet?" Luo Jiutian asked, "Where is it buried?"

   "What's the hurry?" said the fool, "Where did I dig? I can dig a little deeper."

   "No, fool, I'm not questioning your strength. I believe you can even dig through the earth. The question is, will what the spirit is looking for really be buried so deep?"

   asked Ling scratching his head.

  Xiaolan stood aside, holding a flashlight in one hand to shine on the ground, with one hand on his hips, just as he was about to say something, a flash of light suddenly flashed from the corner of his eyes.

   "Wait!" Xiaolan said, and everyone's movements froze, "Qingling, don't move!"

"Ok!"

  Wang Ling originally planned to move the nest, but when he was shouted, he immediately stopped with a nervous expression, and his eyes swept around in a panic.

   Xiaolan squatted beside Wenling and stretched out her hand towards her feet.

   She grabbed something, picked it up, and looked at it carefully before her eyes.

   "This... 咝—" Xiao Lan's hands trembled, showing a pained expression.

   "What's wrong?" The Taoist priest stepped forward immediately.

   "Look at this."

  Xiaolan shook his right hand and handed the contents of his left hand to everyone to see.

   "Is there something?" Luo Jiutian narrowed his eyes.

   "Your eyes are really decorations." Lao Luo mocked.

   "Look carefully, here," Xiaolan pointed to a place in his palm, "Look, it will reflect light..."

   After she pointed, everyone finally found a silver thing in the small pile of dirt.

   A silver needle.

   And it is a very short and very thin silver needle.

   "What is this?" The fool widened his eyes, "Qing Ling, is this what you're looking for?"

  Wang Ling scratched the back of her head again, she didn't seem to know what she was looking for.

   "A needle."

  The Taoist priest said, and he reached out his hand to grab it, but Lao Luo suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped the Taoist priest's movements.

   "Wait a minute," Lao Luo approached Xiaolan, stared at the silver needle for a few seconds, and said, "Let's not touch this thing yet."

   "Ah, but I've already touched..." Xiaolan blurted out, and then faced Xia Hua and Li Muyuan's inexplicable eyes and explained, "Wen Ling, it's too late for you to tell me now, I've already touched."

  Qingling was suddenly cued, completely confused, but unable to defend himself, he could only scratch his head.

   "Girl Xiaolan, Miss Wenling reminded me well," Xia Hua said, "This thing... I seem to know it."

   "I seem to know that," Miaozhen stood on tiptoe and looked at the silver needle, "Patriarch Xiahua, if I'm not mistaken, this is Qiqiao..."

  Xia Hua and Lao Luo said in unison, "Red Tip."

   The red tip of Qiqiao? What the hell?

   Everyone's eyes moved back and forth on Xia Hua, Miao Zhen and Lao Luo.

   "Where are you looking?"

   "Oh, no, we're thinking," the fool waved his hand, "Red tip is..."

   "The red tip is the magic weapon of Qiqiao," Luo Jiutian said, poking his head, "I only heard my dad say it before, this is the first time I've seen it, and the red tip looks like this."

   "Qiqiao is again..."

   "Qiqiao is also one of the nine sects of Yiren. Didn't Jiutian mention it to you?" Xia Hua asked.

   "No."

   "I... our family has a normal relationship with Qiqiao, so I didn't mention it much."

   "Is that so?" Xiaolan looked at Lao Luo.

Lao Luo sighed and said, "Different ways are not mutually exclusive, Qiqiao does not belong to the General Assembly, and seldom participates in the affairs of other factions, and more importantly... Qiqiao is different from other factions, Qiqiao's technique is very sinister and cruel, the red tip is their magic weapon, and they use this red tip to poison others."

   (end of this chapter)

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