Monument of Life and Death Chapter 504

  Chapter 504 The Ninth Face

  The three people tore the big net together.

  When Xiaolan finally broke free from the net, she was almost unconscious with her eyes full of Venus.

   "Wake up! Wake up..."

  Jieyan pinched Xiaolan's cheek and shook it from side to side, and Baomu waved away with a palm of anger.

After a long while, Xiaolan quietly opened his eyes.

  She woke up suddenly, the first thing was to stoop and look at the back door of the main house.

   "Huh-luckily no one heard it."

   "There is no one inside," Baomu helped Xiaolan up. "We looked inside for a while, but we were a little worried if we didn't see you in."

  Xiaolan held Baomu gratefully, “This family's trap is set here, indicating that the face should be nearby. Come, let's look for it together.”

  The four people rummaged around this small warehouse together, it was still a long time before dawn.

   Xiaolan's footsteps were still a bit swaying, turning the curve towards the shiny thing.

  However, when he got closer, Xiaolan only saw a bunch of rags covered with straw.

  This thing...will reflect light?

  Baomu also leaned over and looked down, "What is this?"

   "I can see this thing reflecting light from there," Xiaolan turned her head to point to the place where she stepped on the trap, "but it doesn't look like it can reflect light."

   "Is it like that picture frame, can you discover the mystery from a certain angle?" Xie Yan also walked over.

  "There is at least one glass as a reflector in the photo frame. This is just a piece of rag." Xiaolan picked up the piece of rag and shook it a few times. Nothing fell from the top. The bottom of the rag was just ordinary straw.

  The other three people stared at the rags for a few moments, then walked aside and searched for them.

  Only Xiaolan held the rag and looked at it suspiciously.

  I always feel...what is weird.

  This rag...

   Xiaolan turned the rag over and over.

  Then, the ghosts were so awkward, she put the rag on her face.

  The rags are gray-brown, and the surface exudes a warm atmosphere.

   Xiaolan sniffed this reassuring smell, and opened his eyes under the rag.

  She can see things.

   Through this layer of opaque rags, everything around her appeared in front of her, even the weird expressions of her companions when they looked at her.

  "Come here!" Xiaolan raised his face and greeted others to come over, "Quickly! I seem to have found it!..."

  The three people approached suspiciously.

  "What are you doing?" Jieyan glanced at Xiaolan.

   "Bring me that book." Xiao Lan shook his hand at Xie Yan.

  Xie Yan opened his jacket, took out the precious coffin book from the inside of the jacket, and handed it to Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan quickly turned to page six and brought the book in the coffin to her face.

On the page of   , a semi-circular arc composed of nine doors appeared. In front of the nine doors, nine people stood separately.

   "I saw it."

As soon as Xiaolan's words came out, the other three people suddenly became excited.

   "Really this rag?" Jie Yan's eyes looked at the rag suddenly changed.

   Xiaolan took the rag from his face, handed it to Baomu, and nodded, "Really, the face is either hidden in the rag, or else, the rag may be the face itself."

   "I saw it!" Baomu also screamed for joy.

  In this way, the four people took turns to see the appearance of the picture. After copying the painting face onto the white paper, everyone put the rags back in place, and ran back to the base area stepping on the last night.

  "Is this the door?" The four gathered around the paper to discuss, and Xie Yan asked, pointing to the arc on the painting.

   "What should we do? Will it be that our nine players have to enter a door before they can finally run out together?" Qin Sicong became worried again.

  The four of them were silent for a moment.

   "Let's not think so much," Xiao Lan said without lifting his head, "First try to gather the contents of the book, and then... there must be a way."

   "That's it." Baomu cheered.

  The next day, the three of them repeated their old tricks and successfully entered the next house. Jieyan's business became more proficient. They quickly found the place where the family was hiding their faces and completed the task.

  After walking out of the yard, Xiaolan raised his head and looked towards the horizon. Although night has not yet come, it is estimated that the daytime is not enough to support them to complete the task of the next household. The three ran back to the large yard where Qin Sicong was.

  The evening experience was also very smooth, and the four people got the eighth painting with satisfaction.

  On the seventh painting, there is no pattern, only four characters.

  Life or death is uncertain.

  On the eighth painting, a square gate is painted, and in the middle of the gate, a mask is painted.

  The moment the four people saw this picture, they saw its mystery—the pattern of this mask was very similar to the mask Qin Sicong found in the old man's house.

  "Life or death is uncertain," Jieyan poked the white paper with his finger, "Is this also a reminder? Don't we know that we are still uncertain?"

  Four people stared at the piece of paper.

   "Actually, if you look carefully," Qin Sicong said softly, "the gap between these four characters seems to be different."

  Seeing that others had noticed his words, Qin Sicong added hurriedly, “It's like a new character, a dead character, and then it is unknown that the two characters are connected together."

  "Is the original picture like this?" Xiaolan first asked Xiang Xiang to relieve inflammation of the specific operation task.

   "It's exactly the same," Xie Yan raised his hands and said earnestly, "I swear by all my talents, I described it exactly according to the original picture."

  Everyone put down this picture first, picked up the eighth one and looked at it.

  Qin Sicong placed the mask next to the white paper, so the comparison is exactly the same.

   "This thing is useful, we have to keep it with me in the future." Xie Yan reached out and planned to get the mask.

   Xiaolan took the mask one step ahead of him, thought about it, and handed it back to Qin Sicong, "You take this, after all, you found it."

  Qin Sicong looked at Xiaolan gratefully, and embarrassedly took the mask into his arms, and patted it uneasy after putting it away.

  Jieyan glanced at Xiaolan lightly, without saying anything.

   "Okay, we have one page left and we will complete the task." Xiaolan said inspiring words.

A few people were only a little excited, because they now know the contents of the first eight pages, but still have no idea how to clear the customs. Of course, the problem is mainly on the fourth page. The four of them have not been able to distinguish. What are those irregular circles all over the picture, so that they don't know the content after the fourth page.

  As soon as the day broke, Xiaolan, Baomu, and Jieyan took the last piece of meat in their hands and embarked on the road to find the last family.

  The more you get to the back, the more pressure on Baomu's work. Not only did he make a few mistakes, he even led the two back to the places they had visited before.

Xie Yan gradually lost his patience. He grumbled a few words about Baomu. Baomu had no complaints and did not dare to refute them, but Xiaolan angrily understood Yan for a few words, and the atmosphere between the three became more and more tense. .

  When Baomu finally found the last house, more than half of the daytime here was fast-changing. Four people stood outside the gate of the yard, looking inside exhaustedly.

  No one was seen in the yard or in the house.

   Xiaolan stretched out his hand to open the door latch of the yard, and from a distance, a man's fierce voice sounded.

   "What are you doing?!"

   Xiaolan immediately retracted his hands, and the three of them looked guilty and looked towards the sound of the sound.

On the other side of the path, a tall figure hurriedly ran up.

  Jieyan saw the situation and greeted him with a piece of meat, "Brother, give you meat..."

  The man ran over chuckling, Xie Yan's flattering smile solidified on his face.

  Because, the man's hand is holding two large pieces of meat.

   "What are you doing here?!" The man ran to his yard, guarding the hospital door to keep them away.

  "Let's...send meat." Baomu said vaguely.

   "We can't finish our meat, so I'll give it to everyone." Xiaolan quickly added with a smile.

"I still need your meat?" The man's attitude eased a little, and he cast a blank glance at the meat in Jieyan's hand. "There is new meat. Since you can't eat it, you don't need to get it. It's so troublesome... …"

  After the man said, he ignored them and opened the courtyard door by himself. After entering, he turned his head and closed the courtyard door again, shutting the three of them outside.

  The three looked at each other.

   New meat again?

  A few villagers came from the same direction, and the three of them looked in that direction.

In front of the two neighboring yards, each had a large pool of red blood. A woman was standing in front of one of the yards packing things. Seeing them walking by, she hurriedly shouted, "Oh, why are you here! We! Just finished dividing the meat, there is not one piece left!"

   Xiaolan stared at the two pools of blood on the ground, and tentatively asked, "Two people... are they all divided?"

"Yeah, the two meats are finished!" The woman picked up the remaining lotus leaves, "Look at it, it's getting dark, of course, it's all over. To blame, you are too slow!... …"

  As the three of them walked back, the night gradually became dense.

  The last two people also died.

  Now only four of them are still alive.

   "We can't tell Qin Sicong about this matter." Xie Yan said suddenly.

  Xiaolan and Baomu turned their faces to look at him, and asked, "Why?"

"He is not using his own face now, his own face has not fallen yet," Xie Yan stopped and said softly, "If he knows that the three of us have changed faces, only he hasn't found a face. , I am worried that he will treat us..."

  "How can you think like this?" Baomu said nonchalantly, "He has the right to know the truth. Is it because he is worried that Qin Sicong is jealous of us, so he keeps hiding it from him?"

   "I... I didn't mean that," Xie Yan quickly argued, "I mean, I was worried that he would be sad, where did you think of it?"

Xiaolan looked at the two of them, did not speak, and said slowly after a few seconds, “We don't have to put our faces on our faces to find them. As long as we find something hiding Qin Sicong's face, take it. It should be the same for clearing that thing, after all, our face is not on our own."

   "That's not bad..." Jieyan said dullly.

  The three opened the door, and shook his head at Qin Sicong, who looked expectant in the door, "Come out, let's look for the last one."

On the way, Qin Sicong asked timidly, "What happened?"

   Xiaolan and Baomu looked at each other, and then told him that the last two players had also died.

  Qin Sicong's face paled, and soon, he also understood what it meant to him, and his pale face suddenly turned purple.

   "But don't worry," Xiaolan soothed, "As long as we find the thing that hides your face, and then take it away, it's fine. Actually, the three of us don't have our own faces."

  Looking at Qin Sicong's surprised eyes, Xiaolan recounted what had happened to the three of them.

  "Are you a girl?" After listening, Qin Sicong's first sigh was actually this.

   "Uh... yes," Xiao Lan nodded, "What's the matter?"

   "You...you don't look like a girl." Qin Sicong grinned.

   Xiaolan was a little unconvinced, "Why don't I look like a girl?"

   "Nothing..." Qin Sicong stopped talking and turned to a strange place, "Nothing..."

   Knowing that the situation of the three of them was almost the same as his own, Qin Sicong seemed to relax a little, and it was more natural to get along with them.

  The four people came to the man's yard during the day, and skillfully climbed the fence and walked towards the front house.

  Open the door, and the four sneaked into the living room.

Xiaolan waved his hand to indicate "separate action", and the four of them walked in four directions tacitly. Baomu stayed in the living room, Xiaolan walked to the right side of the corridor, Xie Yan walked to the left side of the corridor, and Qin Sicong went straight to the back. s room.

  The room on the right side of the corridor is a dark and dark storage room, with a mess of debris piled up in it. Xiaolan rummaged in the dark with a headache.

  It didn't take long for Baomu's voice to sound from the living room.

  "Come here!..."

So fast? !

   Xiaolan ran out of the door, and was bumping into Jieyan who was running from the opposite side, and the two ran back to the living room together.

  Baomu was standing in front of a mahogany ornamental stand, looking at something on the stand, in a trance.

  "Found it?" Xiaolan grabbed Baomu's arm and leaned over.

   Baomu turned to look at them, nodded, "Look at this."

  He pointed at a huge bright yellow orb.

   Although Xiaolan doesn't know what kind of gemstone it belongs to, it can be easily distinguished from the round luster of this orb. This must be a good thing.

  Xie Yan quickly took out the book in the coffin in his arms and opened the last page.

  His hands trembled with excitement.

  The orb reflects the twist of the paper.

  A few curved black lines also appeared on the surface of the orb.

that's it!

   "But what is this?" Jie Yan asked suspiciously, looking at the content reflected in the orb.

   Xiaolan also shook his head.

  The lines are distorted too much by the round surface of the orb. Moreover, the paintings in this book belong to the abstract style of painting. It is now even more difficult to distinguish the contents of the paintings.

  The three of them stared at the orb for a long time before realizing something was wrong.

   "Where is Qin Sicong?"

  (End of this chapter)

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