Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 743 The Sixth Person

Why does this happen?

Qin Yin put one hand on Wenling’s shoulder, looked at the eyes in the porcelain cup with a full face, and she frowned.

“twelve……”

Others also found out.

There are twelve eyes in the   o, but there are only five people here.

Luo Jiutian walked toward the gap in the circle, squatted down, and brushed a few times on the ground with his hand.

The bamboo leaves scattered on the ground were brushed away by him, revealing traces on the ground.

Sure enough, there should be people here.

Baomu also walked over, he looked up at the little boy opposite, and said, “It might be a child.”

Two elderly people, two adults, two children.

Now, the child is gone.

Wen Ling was still holding that cup of eyes and sobbing, but fortunately, the cries were gradually faint. Xiaolan hesitated and finally said, “Wen Ling, a person is missing.”

Wen Ling raised the unhealed face, and looked at Xiaolan blankly.

Qin Yin raised his finger to the location of Luo Jiutian, “There should also be a person there, maybe a child, her eyes are still…”

Porcelain cup.

But Qin Yin did not say anything.

Wen Ling choked a few times, and said intermittently, “Baby…baby…”

“Don’t worry, it’s possible that the child left by himself.” The fool advised.

But the greater possibility is that the child was taken away by the group of people.

Wen Ling obviously thought of this too, her eyes widened, and there were no tears to flow in her red and swollen eyes.

“them……”

Wen Ling’s voice was hoarse and shattered. As these two words blurted out, flame-like anger suddenly replaced the sadness in her eyes.

“But…” said the Taoist leader, “If that group of people took this child away, why would they leave their eyes behind?”

The idiot nodded, “I’m also thinking about this, not only the child’s eyes, they have left these eyes here, obviously this is what they are looking for.”

“Perhaps because the premise of the prophet’s eye is the prophet. If it is out of the body of the prophet, or the process of prophecy is lost, the prophet’s eye will have no effect.” Luo Jiutian said.

Looking at Wenling’s expression, she probably hadn’t thought about it.

“Will those people know this?” Qin Yin asked.

“Whether they know it or not, they have no reason to take the child away and leave their eyes,” Luo Jiutian said, “So I think that the child may not have been taken away by them.”

The anger in Wenling’s eyes was mostly extinguished in an instant.

Qin Yin reacted quickly, and immediately turned his head and said to Wen Ling, “This is good news, it means that the child is still alive.”

There was a glimmer of hope in Wenling’s gray pupils, but the light quickly disappeared.

How far can a child without eyes run? Coupled with their inherited frailty and short life span…

Even if he was alive when he left, it is still unknown now.

“Anyway, this is hope,” Luo Jiutian said. “If we can really find the child, we might be able to know what happened in Weiruozhai. Maybe, we will know where the new Sanyan settlement is. where.”

Wen Ling lowered his head.

She doesn’t know Sanyan’s new home, maybe she will never be able to go home.

However, Grandpa has already left, and he actually has no home…

“Where can we find that child?” Qin Yin asked.

Luo Jiutian couldn’t answer this question.

No one knows the answer.

“We don’t even know what the child looks like,” Xiaolan said, “Wen Ling, are there many children in the stockade?”

Wen Ling was staying with her hair down. Hearing Xiaolan’s question, she thought deeply for a while and said, “Much.”

The fool added, “It should be a little girl.”

“Less than ten years old.” Baomu also said.

Qingling was silent for a few seconds, then slowly stood up, “I know.”

“Who do you think of that child?” A surprised look appeared on the fool’s face, but he quickly suppressed the joy.

Wen Ling nodded, she raised the porcelain cup in her hand, and pointed inside the cup.

She remembered those eyes.

She remembers the eyes of every Sanyan person.

“Have we been to this child’s house just now?” the Taoist asked.

Wen Ling recalled, and shook his head.

Very good.

“Maybe the little girl is home.” Xiaolan said.

“Then we will hurry now…”

Half of Qin Yin’s words, he suddenly remembered that there were five corpses here, and everyone’s thoughts were concentrated in one place, and everyone looked at Wen Ling together.

After a while, the Taoist chief said in a deep voice, “Wen Ling, let’s bury them.”

Wen Ling turned her head reluctantly, staring deeply at her grandpa.

Then, she nodded.

Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, seeing other people as well.

“Then…we are going to bury them there?” the fool asked carefully, “I will send them over.”

Wen Ling wiped away the tear marks on his face, sniffed, and pointed to the ground.

“here.”

Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at her feet, “Buried in the middle of the bamboo forest?”

“Well,” Wen Ling nodded heavily, and said in a trembling voice, “Both…”

Here is the cemetery of the Sanyan people.

They died on the grave.

The boys returned to the village to fetch tools, and then began to shovel soil.

Wen Ling designated a location, which was the place that grandpa told her a long time ago.

Xiaolan and Qin Yin helped move the five corpses over, and Wenling looked at their faces one by one, and clenched their hands one by one.

A face with a smile and concern, a pair of clear and beautiful eyes…

Wen Ling hugged Grandpa at last.

She wrapped the porcelain cup with her coat, and placed the porcelain cup and eyes in the center of the tomb.

I really don’t want to grow up like this.

But when it comes to choices, I have to take that step forward like an adult.

She stood up, walked out of the spacious grave pit, and looked at the boys holding the shovel.

“Start?” the fool asked softly.

She narrowed her eyes and nodded vigorously, “Yeah.”

The rustling sound of filling soil rang for a long time, and Wenling sat next to a green bamboo, looking at the sky for a long time.

Xiaolan and Qin Yin sat on either side of her, watching the sky with her.

The three were motionless.

Sand…Sand…

The sound of shoveling stopped abruptly.

Wen Ling’s shoulders trembled.

“Ask the spirit.” A fool’s voice came from behind the three of them.

Wen was alive, Xiaolan and Qin Yin hurriedly stood up and helped her up.

There, it has changed back to a piece of flat ground.

It’s like nothing happened.

Wen Ling spoke, her voice weak, “Thank you.”

Baomu scratched his head, “We didn’t really do much, basically we are all fools…”

“I didn’t do much,” the fool was also a little shy, “The soil here is soft and easy to dig.”

Wen Ling Chang sighed, his eyes shifted, and he looked at the sky full of sunset clouds again.

“thanks.”

(End of this chapter)