Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 977 The name of the dish

   The Taoist priest carried two servings of fried noodles, swiped the room card to open the door of the girls' room, and walked in.

   The room was empty.

   Dao Chang entered the bedroom when a small black thing jumped off the bed and landed at Dao Chang's feet.

   The Taoist priest put the fried noodles on the table, crouched down, and picked up the little thing.

   is black skin.

   Heipi's ears were upturned and twisted anxiously in the Taoist priest's palm, as if he had something to say to him.

   "Where's Xiaolan?!" Hei Pi shouted, "Where did Xiaolan go? Where did they all go? Why did I wake up and no one was there?!..."

   "You're talking," the Taoist head tilted his head, "Unfortunately, I can't hear your voice."

   Black skin jumped in a hurry. The experience a few days ago brought black skin a strong phobia of abandonment. Many children will suffer from such a phobia, and black skin is no exception.

   "If you're asking about Xiaolan," the Taoist priest patted the dark skin's head, "she will be back in a few days."

  Black skin finally quieted down, and his little ears drooped down.

   Daoist Master looked at Heipi's appearance, rubbed its small ears lovingly, and then suddenly thought of something.

   "Why don't I bring the rabbit and the Son of Light to accompany you." The Taoist priest stood up.

   Black Skin struggled excitedly.

   "Don't! I hate those two guys!" Hei Pi shouted hoarsely, "Please! I can do it alone! Really!..."

   "Don't worry, I'll pick them up right now," the Taoist priest put Heipi back on Xiaolan's bed, "Wait for me."

   Daochang took a step forward, and Heipi jumped off the bed with his back feet. It hugged Daochang's trouser legs and begged pitifully.

   "Don't...let me be alone for a while!..."

   "I know," the Taoist priest smiled softly, "I like you very much too."

   After saying that, the Taoist priest cruelly left the black skin in place and walked out the door decisively.

When    came back, the Taoist priest held the Son of Light in one hand and the pink rabbit on his shoulders. As two guys who had never seen a girl's bedroom, both of them were curious.

   "Black skin... What about black skin?"

   Daoist rummaged in Xiaolan's bed for a long time before he found the black skin who was trying to hide.

   "Your little friend is here," the Taoist priest took the black leather to the Child of Light and the rabbit, "Go and play."

   After finishing the matter of the children, the Taoist priest went back to the table and ate fried noodles. From time to time, he looked back at the three pets who were fighting together and smiled with relief.

   The priest looked out the window.

  The night gradually shrouded the world outside the window. In the night, I don’t know how many people with ghosts.

   The Taoist priest put down his chopsticks and sighed.

  Tonight, it's up to you and these three little guys.

  ***

   "You're finally here," Wu Ren pretended not to see the snack bags that everyone was carrying, and pretended to be reserved, "It's so slow."

   Qin Yin offered the snacks in his hand, "Isn't this ready for you to eat?"

   "Just come, why don't you bring a gift," Wu Ren tried to control his expression as if he had just seen the gift, so as not to appear too happy, "You are too polite."

   Obviously, when we were still 20 meters away from you, your eyes were already focused on these snacks.

   "Please come in." The baby opened the tent curtain and invited them in with one hand.

  It was pitch dark in the tent, but everyone knew that after entering, they would see a different scene.

  The tent curtain was closed, and light began to appear around everyone, and the light gradually spread out, outlining the interior of the tent.

   Wu Ren looked at them expectantly and blinked.

   "Oh, yes," the fool opened the backpack, "that painting..."

   Wu Ren's eyes flashed a trace of killing intent.

"What kind of painting," Xiaolan stood with his hair down, and quickly put the snacks in everyone's hands in front of Wu Ren, "This is almond crisp, this is pork floss Xiaobei, this is beef jerky, this is roast chicken with honey sauce... …”

   "Wow, they all look delicious," Wu Ren stared at the snacks, "Thank you, you're spending money."

   At least look at each other when you say thank you.

   "What painting are you going to show the little god?" The baby mentioned the business.

The fool who was stunned by Wu Ren's eyes just now fumbled around in his bag. After a while, he took out the painting. The empty painting was carefully rolled up. The baby took the painting and stood in front of Wu Ren. Expand.

   "Hmm..." Wu Ren held his chin, observed it for a long time, raised his eyes and said, "There's nothing on it."

  ... Do you still need to say this?

   "The back of the painting," the fool pointed to the other side, "there is something on the back."

  Baby turned to the back of the painting, and the two of them squinted for a while.

   "This face," said the fool, "is that..."

   "I know," Wu Ren took out a half-moon-shaped fan out of nowhere and fanned it leisurely, "I know about you, your problem has been solved, right, Xiao Xu?"

   Wu Ren looked at the fool, like a child whose lies were exposed.

   "It's all resolved..." The fool lowered his head, "Except for this painting..."

   "That girl has left?"

   "Leave," Qin Yin said, "I watched her leave."

   Wu Ren's eyes moved to Qin Yin logically, she stared at Qin Yin thoughtfully and seemed to nod her head.

"very good."

   "So what's going on with this painting?" Xiaolan asked.

   Wu Ren paused for a while, then asked back, "Why do you study this painting?"

   Everyone looked at each other.

   "The bridge didn't ask us..."

   "Ah, did you see the bridge?" Wu Ren's tone and eyes were filled with joy, "Did you see the bridge?"

   "Of course," Qin Yin muttered, "isn't he the God of Bridgeless Town?"

   "Didn't the bridge tell you anything?"

  Xiaolan thought for a while, but said nothing.

   "I didn't say anything," Qin Yin said. "Let us help him investigate this painting. This is a clue left by Lu Jieyi's father, and it is related to Qiaomei's life."

   "Hey—" Wu Ren lengthened her voice, she looked at Xiaolan with a slight smile, "Is there nothing else?"

   Xiaolan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  Wu Ren's smile was full of jokes. After a while, she finally let go of Xiaolan and said to everyone, "I know about this painting."

   The fool's shoulders trembled, and he blurted out, "Is that person's Lingxi sealed inside?"

   "You guessed it right," Wu Ren said, turning around and walking back, "Come with me."

  The crowd did not hesitate, and followed Wu Ren into the darkness ahead. After a few steps, a curtain appeared in front of everyone.

   Wu Ren opened a corner of the door curtain, and the candlelight was flickering inside.

   (end of this chapter)