Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 727 God Tree

Xiaolan walked out of the bathroom and stood quietly at the door.

She freezes her face, stretches out her hand to caress her chest, trying to ease her breathing.

“Xiaolan?” Qin Yin sat on the chair, turned his head to look at her, “Why so long?”

Luo Jiutian saw that Xiaolan’s eyes were wrong, and he quickly stood up, “What happened?”

Xiaolan stepped forward and quickly walked towards everyone, all staggering.

Dao Chang and Qin Yin greeted her and grabbed her.

Dao Chang looked in the direction of the bathroom, “What did you see?”

“I saw…” Xiaolan looked at the kitchen cautiously, “Where is that old woman?”

“She’s still in the kitchen, she didn’t come out. We asked Wenling for a take-out fried rice.”

“Great,” Xiaolan said, “Let’s go.”

Qin Yin grabbed Xiaolan’s sleeve and asked in a low voice, “What’s the matter? Is it the old woman who has the problem?”

“I…I don’t know…”

“How can you just leave? Isn’t this a bad account?” Qin Yin began to teach.

Xiaolan glanced at the kitchen again, then tilted her head and frowned, “There seems to be something strange behind this house.”

“what?”

“There is a tree behind, there seems to be a lot of people hanging on the tree,” Xiao Lan said, “Do you understand?”

Qin Yin’s face changed suddenly, “Someone hangs himself? A lot?”

“No… it doesn’t seem like this…” Xiaolan shook her head in distress. “It’s hard to describe. I can’t see clearly through the window. Let’s go and look behind.”

“What does this have to do with the old woman?” Baomu asked.

“This is the weird thing,” Xiaolan said. “One of them is very similar to that old woman.”

The eyes of a group of people swish towards the kitchen.

“Is that right?”

“I don’t know…” Xiaolan was a little anxious. “It’s because I can’t see clearly, so I want to go out and have a look, but the color of the clothes of the person on the tree is very similar to that of the old woman. ”

Up to now, there is nothing to hesitate.

Everyone resolutely lifted their things, and fled the building on tiptoes, leaving only a hundred yuan bill on the table.

Afterwards, in the freezing wind, everyone followed Xiaolan’s guidance, bypassed the side of the building, and came to the backyard.

In the backyard, there is a slightly barren garden, and a dense old tree stands in the center.

Looking from a distance, between the dense tree canopies, there are indeed three or five humanoid objects hanging, trembling with the night wind.

Qin Yin recognized the off-white coat that he had only seen not long ago.

“That’s her!” Qin Yin pointed to the figure of Bai Yuzi, “Isn’t this the aunt?”

The old woman just now was hanging between the leaves. Two long vines passed around her body and fixed her under a branch. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her body swayed slightly with the branches and long vines.

In addition, there are four people also hanging on the tree, two middle-aged men, one middle-aged woman, and a seven- or eight-year-old child.

The five people were expressionless, but their faces were ruddy and they did not look like dead people.

“So…” Baomu murmured, “The smells I smell come from here…”

Dao Chang condensed his eyebrows in thought, Luo Jiutian summoned Panlong Pond and hugged him, while Xiaolan looked at the back window of the bathroom warily.

The light in the bathroom was still on, which was considered the only light source here. Xiaolan looked at the window carefully and made sure that no one was peeking. Then she turned her head with confidence.

“Dao Master, do you know what’s going on?”

“I have never seen…” The Taoist said frankly, “But I’m sure, they are all alive.”

Baomu nodded, “Yes.”

Qin Yin frowned and looked at Xiaolan, who reluctantly shook his head.

What am I doing? How could I have seen more things than you?

“Should we save them first?” the fool asked.

“What if they are bad guys?”

“Why are you afraid of everything? Have we seen few bad guys?”

“Even if we have seen many bad guys, we can’t be sure that we will be able to clean up the next bad guy…”

Qin Yin and the fool opened their mouths again as usual, Xiaolan squinted her eyes and stood at the feet of the old woman Bai Coatzi, looking up at that face.

Suddenly, not knowing if it was due to her own illusion, she felt that the old man’s eyelids seemed to move.

Next second.

“She moved!” Qin Yin exclaimed.

The two long vines that tied the old woman began to recede slowly, and at the same time, the old man began to fall.

Qin Yin picked up Xiaolan, and instantly shrank behind Dao Chang.

Everyone retreats.

After the old man landed, his closed eyes opened little by little, and his stiff face relaxed. A few seconds later, the kind and enthusiastic old woman returned to them.

The old woman fumbled for something in her pocket and walked towards them.

“What are you going to do?!” Qin Yin pointed at the old woman through the chief of the road, “We are not afraid of you!”

“Afraid of what I am doing?” The old woman was startled slightly, and then she showed an awake expression on her face, “Oh… I’ll just say, no wonder you have left so much money, do you treat us as a black shop? Haha …”

The old woman smiled and took out the things in her pocket, which turned out to be a handful of change.

“This is for your money,” the old man handed the change to the Taoist chief. “I just made the fried rice you took out. When I look back, why are you all gone? I have left so much money, I still wonder What’s the urgent matter for you to leave? I didn’t expect to come here…”

The attitude of the old people is too natural, but they seem a little weird.

“Auntie…” Baomu tentatively pointed to the tree, “What’s going on?”

The old man turned his head and looked around. He didn’t seem to understand Baomu’s words, “What’s the matter?”

“That tree… why are they on the tree? And why are you…”

“They are young people, they don’t like to work, and they go to bed early,” the old woman glared at the people on the tree and complained, “I am an old lady who is willing to stay up late to take care of the business. What can I do?”

Did she answer their question?

On the contrary, Qin Yin seemed to understand a little bit, “Are you sleeping on the tree?”

Of course, the old man said, “Otherwise, where is it? Is it sleeping under a tree?”

Everyone exchanged glances.

Is this a unique custom?

“I mean…” Qin Yin continued, “Have you considered going to the house to sleep?”

The old man showed a contemptuous expression, “Anyone who does not have a sacred tree in the house sleeps in the house. The sacred tree in my family grows so strong and strong, why do you want to sleep in the house?”

Luo Jiutian paused, “This is… the sacred tree?”

The old woman looked at him like a madman.

“This tree in my house was the first sacred tree to take shape when God descended. All Pingtai knows it, don’t you know?”

(End of this chapter)