MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 1070 phantom

  Chapter 1070 Vision

   "Eight?" Yi Yao suddenly realized, "Could it be that the remaining eight paper figurines are..."

"I think it's very possible," Xiaolan said. "There are ten coffins here. In theory, there should be ten paper figurines. Two of them have been turned into ashes. The remaining paper figurines are in the form of moths. Appeared again."

   "If you say that, then they are our enemies," Yi Yao frowned, and said in a low voice, "No, I think their struggling movements have become violent."

  Xiao Lan heard the words and probed to see.

  Yi Yao held three paper moths in both hands, and the moths flapped their wings desperately, as if Yi Yao's hands had scalded them.

   "Wait a minute, I can't catch it anymore," Yi Yao struggled to control the moths, "Let's find something to hold them."

   "Something?..." Xiaolan turned her head to look, "What can I find..."

   Then, her eyes fell on one of the coffins.

  Xiao Lan turned her head back, seeing that Yi Yao was also looking at the same coffin, the two nodded tacitly.

   "It's just that these coffins don't have lids," Xiaolan scratched her head, "What can I use as a lid?"

   "These coffins are not big, we can buckle the two coffins together," Yi Yao walked over, "Xiaolan, you catch the paper moth, I will carry the coffin."

   "...Let me do it..."

   "No," Yi Yao insisted, "You just suffered such a serious injury just now, so you can't do heavy work."

  This... is not a heavy job for me.

  Xiao Lan compromised, she followed Yi Yao, and took the three paper moths that were thrashing vigorously from his hand.

  Xiao Lan clasped the three moths in her hand, watched as Yi Yao struggled to lift up one of the coffins, then turned the coffin over and put it upside down on top of the other coffin.

  Yi Yao finally finished all this. He clapped his hands tiredly and with a sense of accomplishment, took a breath, and said with a smile, "Okay, Xiaolan, let's put them in... Are they struggling more?"

  Speaking of...

  Xiao Lan looked down at her tightly clasped hands.

  I didn't seem to feel that the three moths had struggled.

   Could it be... smothered to death by himself? !

  Xiaolan was startled, and quickly opened her hands.

   "Hey, don't let them run away!" Seeing this, Yi Yao was startled, "They are..."

  However, the three paper moths did not die, nor did they run away.

  The three of them stayed quietly in Xiaolan's palm, fluttering their wings peacefully, like a butterfly landed in the center of a flower petal.

  Yi Yao tilted his head in confusion, and quickly came to his senses, patted the coffin and said, "Quick, Xiaolan, let it in quickly."

   "Oh..." Although Xiao Lan had a weird feeling, she obediently walked to the side of the coffin.

  Xiaolan put both hands into the coffin, shook vigorously a few times, and then took them out.

   "Hiss..." Xiaolan looked at the paper moths still in her hands and asked, "Why don't they go away?"

   "Try harder," Yi Yao said cheerfully, "Come on, I'll teach you."

  I... still need you to teach me to push?

   "Just like this, shake it hard, remember to use ingenuity instead of brute force," Yi Yao said while demonstrating with his hands, "Do you understand?"

   Who do you think can only use brute force?

  Xiao Lan learned to do it dissatisfied, "Is this so?"

   "It's almost done," Yi Yao said, "Come on, try it."

  Xiaolan sighed, and according to what Yi Yao said, he probed, shook, and closed his hands.

   "They're still there," Xiaolan shrugged, looking at the three paper moths in her palm, "It seems that they like me very much."

   While talking, Xiaolan suddenly felt itchy on the top of her head, as if something had landed on her hair, Xiaolan raised her head subconsciously, and saw Yi Yao pointing at the top of her head with a dumb expression.

   "Xiao Lan," Yi Yao said, "Another...here comes another one."

  Another one?

   "Is... this moth?" Xiao Lan asked with wide-eyed eyes.

  Yi Yao nodded, "Yes, one just flew out of the darkness and landed directly on top of your head."

  In the next few minutes, snow-white paper moths kept flying out from the depths of the darkness, drawing silver arcs in mid-air, and landed on Xiaolan's body.

   After a while, including the three in the palm of her hand, Xiao Lan had already had seven paper moths on her body.

   "What... what's going on?" Xiaolan was a little scared.

  Yi Yao tried to help Xiaolan drive away the paper moths on her body, but after the paper moths flew up, within a few seconds, they fell back on Xiaolan again, and Xiaolan became a living paper moth trap.

   "No, I can't get rid of it at all, as if it's stuck to you," Yi Yao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked into the darkness around him, "There's the last one."

  Hearing this, Xiaolan suddenly stopped her body movements, rolled her eyes, and said, "How about... let them all fall on me?"

   "But I am worried that you will be in danger." Yi Yao said.

   "I'm also a little worried," Xiaolan said with a smile, with self-inflicted light in her eyes, "but I'm more curious."

  Yi Yao hesitated and stopped, he looked away, and immediately looked behind Xiao Lan.

   "I saw it," Yi Yao said softly, "the last paper moth flew over."

  ***

  Zhou Ye and Xia Hua sat back to back, blankly sitting on the ground.

  Zhou Ye swallowed heavily, and the saliva flowed across his dry throat, making a "grunt" sound.

  Xia Hua turned her head slightly, and said weakly, "Are you very thirsty?"

   "I'm...okay," is a lie, "can hold on."

   "That's good," Xia Hua's voice became sluggish, "Persevere."

"Ok."

   Neither of them had the strength to continue the topic. They were quiet for a long time, and it was Zhou Ye who broke the silence.

   "Sister Xia Hua," Zhou Ye said, "I suddenly remembered... I remember what you saw just now, what is that?"

   "What did you see?" Xia Hua asked, "When?"

   "Before seeing us," Zhou Ye said, "you even raised your hand and waved it, as if chasing bugs away..."

   "Ah, at that time," Xia Hua raised her chin slightly and looked into the air, "I was indeed chasing bugs."

   "But where are the bugs?"

   "At that time, I had a vision," Xia Hua smiled sadly. "In fact, the vision is following me now, but I already know that it is a vision, so... I don't care."

   "Phantom?" Zhou Ye felt a little uncomfortable feeling in his heart, "Why do you have phantoms? I...do I have phantoms too?"

   "You don't have one," Xia Hua shook her head, "Probably not."

   "Then why do you have hallucinations?" Zhou Ye quietly moved to Xia Hua's side, looked at her profile and asked, "Sister Xia Hua, is something wrong?"

  Xia Hua sat blankly for a few seconds, then nodded numbly.

  (end of this chapter)