Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 677

“Aunt…Aunty?…”

The rice bucket pulled Xiaolan’s sleeve and pulled her attention back.

“what?”

“Then let’s go there.” Rice Bucket said.

“What? Where?”

“Where do you hide the prophet’s coffin,” the rice bucket has already taken two steps, looking back at her, “I just asked you if we are going there next, you nodded.”

Ah, I didn’t even hear what the rice bucket said just now.

“Shall we go?” Rice Bucket asked.

“Go there,” Xiaolan sorted his thoughts and nodded, “If those books were in his coffin, they should have fallen near the coffin.”

Along the way, the rice bucket has been talking about his own affairs, looking very excited, but Xiaolan has been in the cycle of thinking far away—being pulled back by the rice bucket—and then drifting away.

“Auntie,” the rice bucket looked around pretendingly, “If the female ghost in the ghost forest really appeared, would you protect me?”

Xiaolan smiled weakly, “Didn’t you say that the ghost in the ghost forest is me?”

“That’s what the adults said, I don’t believe it,” the rice bucket shook his hand vigorously, and the belly under the lap of the shirt bounced a few times, “I always think that the ghosts in the ghost forest are other ghosts.”

After a long time, the kid still thinks there are ghosts in the woods.

“Okay,” Xiaolan replied, “I will protect you.”

“Then I can rest assured.” Rice bucket grinned.

Heh, I didn’t see that you were worried.

“Auntie, do you know what a real ghost looks like?” Rice bucket asked with his head tilted.

Xiao Lan cleared his throat, “I don’t know, I haven’t seen a ghost again.”

“Have you not seen it?” The rice bucket blinked, “I thought you had seen it.”

“Why do you think so?”

“You look… as if you have seen a ghost.”

How strange is this description.

“But it’s a pity,” Xiaolan said decisively, “I haven’t seen it.”

The **** topic did not go deep, and the rice bucket was not discouraged. Instead, he lowered his head and meditated for a while, then raised his head and asked.

“The Prophet must have seen it, right?”

“He…” Xiaolan grinned, “I haven’t seen it either.”

“Impossible! My mother said the Prophet had seen everything.”

“How did your mother know?” Xiaolan asked with slanted eyes.

“I…my mother…”

“Your mother has seen a ghost?”

Xiaolan originally only planned to make a joke, but after listening to her, Xiaolan closed her mouth seriously and stayed where she was.

“What’s wrong with you?” This time it was Xiaolan’s turn to ask him.

“My mother…” The rice bucket mumbled for a while, and after a few seconds, his eyes refocused, and he ran to Xiaolan in two steps, “Auntie, my mother seems to have really seen a ghost.”

“Huh?” Xiaolan became interested.

The ghost you are talking about is best not about me, otherwise I might have to hit you.

“It’s like this,” said Rice Bucket as he recalled, “it seems to be… the year before, yes, it was when I was eight years old. That summer, it rained for several days in the village and flooded many people’s houses. My house is not as miserable as others’ homes, but one night, my roof leaked, and after that…there were always strange noises…”

Xiaolan turned around and looked directly at the rice bucket. Seeing that Xiaolan was also serious in the rice bucket, she licked her lips and spoke more vigorously.

“Since my roof started leaking, I could hear movement on the roof every night. My mother said it was a mouse. I felt the same way at the time. But one night, I felt that sound rushing to my room. It seems to be scratching and scratching on the top of my room, right at the door of my roof, you know…”

Xiaolan nodded, and then the rice bucket continued.

“Then I was a little scared, but curious, and finally I climbed up the ladder. As soon as I opened the door, guess what I saw?”

“A ghost?” Xiaolan was very cooperative.

“No,” Rice Bucket’s eyes widened, with an exaggerated expression, “I saw my mother.”

“Your mother?” Xiaolan was also taken aback by this answer, “Is your mother crawling on the roof every night?”

“No, how is this possible?” The rice bucket was amused by Xiaolan’s expression. “My mother said she was catching a mouse. She finally caught the mouse and said that there will be no more sound in the future. My mother was right. There will be really no movement from now on.”

“But you don’t think it’s that simple, is it?”

“You just talked about the hell, I just remembered it,” Rice Bucket pointed to his face, “When I saw my mother, I was taken aback by the way she looked. My mother’s face was scary. …It’s very white, just like a dead person, as if he’s seen a ghost…So I think now, did my mother really see a ghost at the time? But she was afraid of scaring me, so she killed the ghost by herself , And then lied to me that it was a mouse…”

嚯, what kind of person your mother is in your heart.

“Does your mother still fight ghosts?”

“My mother may not, but the roof of my house is dedicated to the house fairy. I feel that the house fairy might help my mother…”

“The house fairy?”

“Yeah,” the rice bucket drew out a square with hand gestures, “have you not been on the roof of my house, the house immortal is enshrined there, haven’t you seen it?… By the way, auntie, why did you go to my house? The roof?”

Xiaolan is very thankful that Rice Bucket only now remembered to ask herself this question, she had already prepared the answer.

“Actually, your mother made me hide there,” Xiaolan said mysteriously. “Your mother knew I was not a bad person, but the others in the village didn’t believe me. Your mother can only protect me temporarily. Today Ermao disappeared and they all got out, so she told me to hide on the roof, saying it would be safer.”

The rice bucket suddenly realized, “No wonder my mother was a little weird when she came back, she didn’t pay much attention to me, she must have come back to confirm your safety!”

Xiaolan nodded meaningfully, “That’s how it is.”

“Oh, why didn’t my mother tell me,” Rice Bucket was annoyed by himself, “We will all support her…”

“By the way, that house fairy…” Xiaolan accidentally pulled the topic back, “I’m also curious about what it is, but your mother told me not to move, so I didn’t move…”

In fact, Xiaolan dropped the box on the roof by herself, but that’s fine, otherwise the rice bucket would not be so easy to believe her.

“It’s the house immortal enshrined in our family, it can bless our family,” said Rice Bucket, “it existed before I was born.”

Before the rice bucket was born…

Xiaolan figured out the timeline.

“Did I have a madness before you were born?” Xiaolan asked, “It is the madness you think, but I am not sick.”

Milk nodded calmly, “Yeah, but you are just a little crazy, not scary…You are much more normal now.”

The timeline is closed.

The so-called house immortal may be the child of Huo Lian who died.

(End of this chapter)