Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 978 Invisible

   It's not the first time they've been in this place.

  Here, there are candles that symbolize all human beings. The candlelight represents the state of each person's spiritual tide, and Wu Ren, the **** of human beings, is mainly responsible for these candles.

  The crowd walked on the path among the candles.

   Among them, only Wen Ling saw these candles for the first time. She stared at the candles, clinging to her companions and walking cautiously.

   "Be careful," Qin Yin joked, "If you accidentally put out the candle, that person will die."

  Wen Ling was so frightened that his face turned pale, and immediately squatted on the spot, not daring to move.

   "Don't listen to her," said the fool, "if these candles are so easy to put out, it would be easy to destroy the world."

"real?"

   "Really," said the fool, "I don't lie."

   asked the primate with a sigh of relief.

  However, Wen Ling's tone reached the candle closest to her. The candle flickered for a while, and suddenly it went out.

   Wenling almost sat on the ground in fright.

   "I..." Wen Ling's tears were about to come out, "Kill..."

   "Mom, ask Ling," Qin Yin helped her complete the sentence, "You murdered!"

   "Wu Ren! Wu Ren!" Xiaolan ran up to the front, grabbing Wu Ren, "What should I do? The candle over there is out!  …"

  Wu Ren was looking for something, and was about to lose her patience. She only glanced at the candle lightly, "If it goes out, it goes out."

   "It was blown out by the spirit of questioning...in one breath..."

  Qingling didn't get up in one breath and passed out.

   "Yo," Wu Ren sneered, "then she's pretty good."

"Little God, stop joking," Bao Bao picked up Wen Ling, who was slumped on the ground, and said with a smile, "It's just a coincidence, countless people die every moment in this world, in places you can't see, at the same time. Are so many candles extinguished, are they all blown out by Miss Ling?"

   "Wen Ling, wake up, wake up quickly..." Qin Yin shook Wen Ling's head, "Look, more than one person died..."

  Thanks, I'll never wake up again.

   I don’t know if it’s pretending to be asleep or if I’m really dizzy. Anyway, Wenling hasn’t woken up, so everyone can only helplessly hand over the unconscious Wenling to the fool, who will carry her and follow behind everyone.

   After walking in the sea of ​​candles for an unknown period of time, Wu Ren became a little bit slapped and angry, and finally, a different color appeared among the countless gentle orange-yellow flowers.

   There is a candle flame, which is blue.

   "Little God." Seeing the candlelight, the baby turned to look at Wu Ren.

   Wu Ren also saw it. She pursed her lips, and the anxiety on her face disappeared instantly. She looked at the candle and walked over quietly.

   It looks like this is what she is looking for.

  The crowd went around the nearby candle, walked to the blue candle, stood around it, and stood in a circle.

"This is……"

   "This is the man in the painting," Wu Ren said, "is he the one you are looking for?"

   "His candle is still burning," Baomu said, "is he still alive?"

   "But why is his candle this color?"

   "It's very simple," Wu Ren said, "because he is now in another dimension."

  The fool thought for a while, then asked, "The space in the painting?"

   "Yes," Wu Ren said, "Look, you all know this, don't you?"

   "What we want to know is why this painting can seal the human spirit inside. Where did Aunt Ping and Lu Jieyi's father get this painting?" Xiaolan asked in one breath.

   "And..." The fool said, "Are the other disappearing spiritual tidal waves also in the painting?"

   Wu Ren frowned, "The others?"

   "Maybe not in this painting," Baomu added, "there may be other paintings, but the world in the painting should be the same."

   Wu Ren shook his head and said, "No, he is the only one."

   "Other people's candles...are they all the same?"

   "Everyone's candles are different, and there is no difference," Wu Ren said, "but only his own spirit is in other dimensions, and there is no one else."

  It seems... those Lingxi who disappeared in Jiutan's residence and Qiqiao mansion have nothing to do with this painting.

  Everyone suddenly felt a little frustrated.

   "As for the origin of this painting..." Wu Ren continued, "You have to ask its owner."

  Xiaolan has come to the spirit again.

   "This painting has an owner?"

   That's great, if Lu Shoucai got the young bridge from the owner of the painting, then as the bridge said, the so-called "master" must know a lot about himself.

   "Of course," Wu Ren raised his eyebrows, "the painting itself is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary. Its power naturally comes from the master behind it."

   "Who is the owner of the painting?" the fool asked anxiously.

   Wu Ren's eyes became ambiguous, her eyes swept across everyone one by one, and then turned to the corner where she was, "You want to find her, but she doesn't really want to be found by you."

she?

   Wu Ren really knew the owner of the painting!

   "Why?" Xiaolan asked.

   Wu Ren chuckled, "You should ask her about it."

   "But we don't know who she is," Xiaolan said. "How do you know she doesn't want to see us?"

   "It's not that she doesn't want to see you," Wu Ren suddenly bent down, brought her to Xiaolan's face, and said jokingly, "She just doesn't want to see one of you."

   When Wu Ren spoke, the hot air from the red lips swept across Xiaolan's cheeks. The hot air had a fragrant fragrance, and like her dark pupils, it seemed to be seductive.

  Xiaolan's face turned red, she was secretly glad that she was a girl, otherwise she would have been hooked up by Wu Ren and ran away, but after a second thought, girls seemed to like it...

  Xiaolan immediately took two steps back and shook her head vigorously, as if to shake the messy thoughts out of her head, "Is the person she doesn't want to see me?"

   Wu Ren looked at Xiaolan and smiled sweetly. She straightened up slowly and said, "She has something to do with you, but this time it's not you."

   Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the companions behind him.

   Everyone looked at each other suspiciously, and the expressions on everyone's faces were puzzled and curious.

   No one seems to know.

   "The man you said," asked the fool, "does he know that he is hated by such a powerful man?"

   "Hate?" Wu Ren tilted his head, "Who said she didn't want to see that person because she hated it?"

   "What else could that be for?"

   "It's not that I hate it," Wu Ren laughed, "Of course it's because I like it."

   Thanks for the hot and hot tip! I love you too! (˙˙)

   (end of this chapter)