Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 968 is almost set (4000 words)

   The fool immediately turned the picture over.

   On the other side of the drawing paper, many simple lines are vaguely outlined, which at first glance seem chaotic, but together they seem to form a special shape.

   The Taoist priest held the painting above his head, and everyone gathered together to look at the lines through the chandelier on the roof.

   The lines at the left and right ends draw a heart-like shape from bottom to top, with few strokes, but vivid and vivid…

   That is a human face.

  Xiaolan pointed at the face excitedly, "It's that person!"

  Others instantly understood what she meant and looked at the fool.

   "Don't look at me," said the fool, "I don't remember that person at all."

   is also right, after all, the fool had a face-to-face with that person, and it was still dark at the time, and the fool didn't even remember what the person who died under his hands looked like.

   "Xiaoyin and Wenling should remember." Luo Jiutian asked.

   Qin Yin turned his head, looked at Luo Jiutian behind him, and shook his eyebrows, "You scared me, when did you come here?"

   "Just now."

   "Then you don't say anything."

   "Didn't I squeak?"

   "It's him." Asking Ling answered decisively.

   "Could it be like this..." Xiaolan said, "In fact, this person did not disappear, but was captured in this painting."

  Capture...detain...

   "Sounds a bit like Kai," Bao Mu said, "Do you remember Gao Mingya's Kai?"

  The ideas of everyone coincide.

   "To be precise, it's not a world of high elegance," said the fool, "but a world made up of all the girls who were killed by Meng Fuling."

   "So...is this painting also a realm?" Qin Yin said.

   Daoist priest asked Xiaolan, "How do you feel?"

   "No," Xiaolan shook his head, "but my senses are no longer sensitive now, it's better to let Wenling take a look."

  Pineapple's name almost blurted out. Seeing that the eyes of other people were instantly darkened, Xiaolan quickly changed her words and passed the task to Wenling.

When   Pineapple was there, she was the one who was most sensitive to the taste of the world, but later they also knew the reason—because she herself was a Lingxi wandering in the world.

   Daochang's neck froze, but he quickly turned to Wenling and said, "Qingling, please come and take a closer look."

  Wang Ling doubted whether he could do it, but he obediently got close to the painting, stared at it, and put his face close to the painting.

   After a few minutes, Wenling scratched his head, with an uncertain expression on his face, and whispered, "It's not like that."

   "Isn't it the realm?" asked the fool.

  Wang Ling shrugged, indicating that he could not draw a conclusion.

   "I remember that Uncle Luo is also very sensitive to Lingxi," Xiaolan said, "Brother Jiutian, why don't you ask Uncle Luo to come and take a look?"

   "Uh... When my father was alive, he could really distinguish the tidal circles," Luo Jiutian said, "now it's no longer possible."

   "Then they don't have a special feeling for this kind of thing?"

   "I'm afraid not," said the Taoist priest, "otherwise they wouldn't find the missing dead."

  The missing deceased…

  The people who died in the battle of Jiutan, and those who died in the Qiqiao Mansion, all disappeared for no reason.

   "Could it be that those who disappeared were also trapped in the painting like this?" Baomu asked.

   I felt that the problem suddenly became bigger.

   "Forget it, don't let Uncle Luo come over, let's go there," Baomu said, "It doesn't seem to be that simple."

  The crowd quickly moved their nests, came to the door of Li Muyuan's room, and knocked on the door.

   It was Lingluo who came to open the door. Her eyelids were drooping a little, and she looked extremely bored. Seeing that all of them came over, Lingluo immediately regained her spirits.

   "Lao Luo, it's them," Ling Luo said towards the room, "They're all here."

   Lao Luo showed his head from behind the corner, "What happened? How's your discussion going?"

   "We found the painting," the Taoist priest shook the painting in his hand, "I want to discuss some things with the two of you."

   Ling Luo closed the door behind everyone, "Discuss with us? Could it be that your investigation has something to do with Qi Ting?"

   Xiaolan briefly stated what everyone thought just now.

   "So..." Lao Luo opened his eyes wide and sat upright looking at the painting, "Is this the murderer?"

   "It's him, it's him," Xiaolan said, "The three of us can prove it."

   "But if he is trapped in the tidal circle, it does not belong to our business scope," Ling Luo spread his hands, "We are powerless, and now our ability is quite limited."

   "Can you only deal with people who died normally and reincarnated normally?" Xiaolan asked.

   "Of course," Ayara said, "Is there a specialization in the arts."

   Seeing Lao Luo staring at the painting for a long time, the Taoist priest asked softly, "Have you found anything?"

   Lao Luo pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly, "If I was still alive, I might still have that ability, but unfortunately, I'm no different from an ordinary ghost now."

   "Don't be so sorry," Ling Luo always felt something was wrong when she heard this, "Our ghosts are also very good."

   "Look," Luo Jiutian said, "As I said, my father has lost all his martial arts skills, and he can't distinguish the spiritual tide and the spiritual tide."

"You're too embarrassed to say," Lao Luo raised his flag and slapped it on the back of Luo Jiutian's head, "I'm dead, you stinky brat is still alive, I didn't teach you how to distinguish Lingxi before. You don't remember at all, you stinky brat..."

   "Father, if you knock on me again, I'll be even more stupid," Luo Jiutian boldly threatened his biological father, "We'll see who inherits your mantle then!"

   "You brat dare to threaten me?"

   "Huh... see if you're afraid... ah! You still hit me!"

Ling Luo watched the father and son fight, the smile on her lips slowly faded, and she sighed suddenly, "It's good, I can go back to my relatives after death... Lao Luo, Xiao Luo Must love you very much."

   Lao Luo and Xiao Luo paused for a second, but then, he started chasing him again.

   "Ling Luo, how did you die?" Qin Yin suddenly asked curiously, "Can this be asked?"

   "It's okay, it's not a secret," Ayara said, "I died of illness."

   "You look very young." Xiaolan said.

   "Well," Ling Luo poked her face and recalled, "I was only 18 when I died, and I just finished the college entrance examination."

"what…"

   Everyone's eyes immediately filled with sympathy.

"Actually, I was sick before the college entrance examination. At that time, my face was bad and my body was weak, but my mother thought that I was studying too hard and was too tired," Ling Luo said with a smile, "By the way, I'm still not a bridge. That year's top student in the college entrance examination, it's a pity...the second place was cheaper, and later he got the bonus for the top college entrance examination champion."

   "Wow..." Xiaolan showed illiterate reverence, "Then you must be very smart."

   "I work very hard," Ling Luo blinked and said sternly, "But I'm also really smart, hehe..."

   "No wonder you became a ghost," said the fool, "This old wood is quite good at recruiting talents."

   "Yeah..." Ling Luo put on a cute akimbo pose, "I think you can become ghosts after you die. You are not ordinary people... Compared with you, the top scorers in the college entrance examination seem ordinary."

   "Where is it?" Baomu said seriously, "Knowledge is the most precious thing."

Ling Luo's little tiger teeth flashed in the light, her eyes drifted away, and she continued to recall, "At that time, my mother and my father both collapsed, but there was no way, it was too late... I died. That day, eh, by the way, I told you that when people are about to die, they really have feelings. That feeling is wonderful, but you can clearly understand that it is the feeling that this life is about to end. But I won't panic, I just feel very calm... Sigh, I really can't tell just by saying it, I'll feel it when you're about to die..."

   These words sent chills down the backs of everyone.

"...And then," Ling Luo continued, "because I knew I was going to die, and finally I don't need to hurt anymore. I was very excited that day, and my strength returned a little, so I told my mother and my father that I hope they will stay with me. After I die, I can have another child, and I don’t usually think about me too much, just tell the child that he used to have a sister... Ah, I don’t know which lucky child can be reborn as my parents’ child , my parents are fine..."

   Ling Luo's tone was flat and soft, but everyone present was stunned, even Lao Luo and Xiao Luo became quiet.

   "Then didn't you try to go back and see them?" Xiaolan asked.

"Didn't I say it before," Ling Luo said with a smile, "We usually don't see living people, you are in a special situation... And since I've become a ghost, I'm a member of the court, I can't Nostalgia for the world, otherwise the rules are not all messed up?"

   "Then Lao Luo still misses Xiao Luo." Qin Yin said.

   Both Lao Luo and Xiao Luo shivered at the word "nostalgia".

   "On the one hand, it's because Ronaldinho's identity is too special, and Laomu can't help but give face to the new god," Ling Luo said. "On the other hand, it's also because Ronaldinho misses Lao Luo deeply enough."

  Xiaolan remembered Luo Jiutian's reaction in the days when he heard about Lao Luo's obituary, and thought it was true.

   "So, I'm still quite relieved," Ling Luo's smile seemed a little reluctant, "at least it means that my parents and my mother have survived, and they are really like what I said, they may have forgotten me long ago."

  Xiaolan suddenly seemed to be hit by a cold arrow made of frost, a thought floated from the top of her heart, and the thought was electrified, paralyzing her whole body.

   She thought of something.

  My mother, will she also have a new child.

   She doesn't look for me, is it because...she forgot me?

   But does a mother really forget her child?

   "Don't think about it," Qin Yin waved at Lingluo, "How could mother forget her child?"

   "Hmm," Bao Mu also nodded, "as long as you remember your parents, they won't forget you."

   "They just came out," said the fool. "This shows that the memory related to you in their hearts has changed from a painful memory to a happy memory."

   This group of people without parents actively consoles Ayara.

   "Look, we all think so, and there's... Eh, Master, what's wrong with your eyes?"

   Qin Yin's words made everyone's eyes focus on the Taoist priest.

  The long eye sockets look weird.

   "It's nothing," Daochang stretched out his hand and pressed his eyes, "I haven't slept well these days, my eyes are a little tired... After all, I'm old."

   "How about you lie down on the bed next to you and sleep for a while?" Qin Yin said.

   Daoist priest almost laughed, "No need, let's continue... Since both Lao Luo and Ling Luo can't do anything about this painting, where should we go to find clues?"

   "Our people in the court are helpless," Ayara said, "but...the gods may have a way."

   Man God.

   "Wu Ren?"

   Ling Luo nodded and said, "Man and God are omnipotent and omnipotent, and they must know a lot of things."

   Qin Yin glanced at Luo Jiutian, "Can't you?"

   "I'm just a seedling," Luo Jiutian said, "I'm still very young."

   "Going to ask Ling because of this matter... I feel like I'm overkill," Xiaolan said. "Will she look down on us?"

   "...do you guys still care about this now?"

   "I remember that Wu Ren has another identity. She is the president of the general meeting." The Taoist priest looked at Lao Luo, "Then this matter does have something to do with her."

   Lao Luo raised a hand, "The president has never been involved in the general meeting."

  This... It's true, Wu Ren seems to have zero sense of responsibility.

   "Wu Ren seems to have a good relationship with Xiaolan," said the fool, "you can let Xiaolan get close."

   Xiaolan was shocked, "How can I have it?"

   "Really," Bao Mu also said, "Wu Ren is very happy every time I see you."

   "If you want to say that, Ronaldinho is still a new god, and Wu Ren must know him better..."

   "Who is your name, Xiao Luo?" Luo Jiutian stretched out his hand and played Xiaolan's head.

   "Ah!" Xiaolan covered her head, "Isn't it?"

   "If I were Wu Ren, I would definitely have the heart to strangle to death for nine days now," the fool said, "Just think about it, Wu Ren is in a hurry to retire now, but her successor is a guy who doesn't work hard..."

  Luo Jiutian wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, it was indeed the case, so he did not dare to speak.

  Luo Jiutian is like an academic **** who is given high hopes by his tutor. When he sees his tutor, he just wants to walk around and dare not do anything else.

   "It looks like it's Xiaolan," said the fool, "Just right, Xiaolan, you have her WeChat, you can ask her on WeChat."

   "Huh? Ask on WeChat?"

   is too hasty!

   "The fool is right," the Taoist priest also said, "Let's just ask briefly."

  Xiaolan took out her mobile phone, everyone gathered together to prepare words, Xiaolan held her forehead, helpless.

   However, before the news from Xiaolan's side was sent out, with a ding, a message suddenly came from Wu Ren's side.

   "Send the photo."

   Thanks for the hot and hot tip! \(-___________-;)／

   (end of this chapter)