Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 434 Beautiful Head

  Wen Ling was hungry, and cleaned up the food on the plates of the two of them. Xiaolan also digged out a bunch of snacks from the refrigerator, as if feeding rabbits in normal times, and handed them to Wen Ling expertly.

   It seems that Wenling’s passive ability is indeed very calorie-consuming.

   Xiaolan smiled and looked at Wen Ling's eating phase, and suddenly thought of a question.

  "Huh? Asking, why is your ability available here, but mine is not good?"

  Wen Ling stopped her mouth, raised her eyes and thought for a few seconds, then pointed to Xiaolan herself, "You can do it."

   "I can't do it, I tried it," Xiaolan patted his thigh, "There is no way to mobilize the psychic tide here, let alone the ability to use it."

  "Ling Chao?" In Wen Ling's big eyes, there was even greater doubt.

  "Don't you know the psychic wave?" Xiaolan gestured, "The psychic wave is the form of our psychic energy. Without the psychic wave, there is no ability."

  Wen Ling understood, but shook his head, "No."

   "You don't need a spiritual tide, but you have the ability?"

   "Hmm."

  "Why is this?..." Xiaolan raised her chin, but in her heart she was thinking how to trick Wen Ling to Luo's family, and asked Uncle Luo to find someone to check her special physique, "I have never seen..."

  Wen Ling's snacks were also finished, and when she heard Xiaolan's words, she wiped her mouth and said, "Same."

   Xiaolan was confused, "What's the same?"

  Wen Ling tilted his head and smiled, "You and me."

   "...but not only can I not use my abilities, but I can't feel the psychic tide at all. Without psychic power, I can't do anything."

  Except for beating people.

  Wen Ling is again inscrutable, "Wait."

  "Want to wait again?"

   "Hmm, wait."

   "Then why don't you need it? You also have psionics here?"

  Wen Ling waved his hand in disgust, as if the word psionic energy had been taken out and thrown away, "Other place."

  Anywhere?

"other places?"

   "Hmm."

   "You mean, your ability does not exist because of psionic energy, but because of... other things?"

   "Hmm!"

"what?"

  Wen Ling seems to have finally waited for the question she wanted. She poked her shoulder, then poked Xiaolan’s, "Destiny."

Life……

  I should be an ordinary ability person, at least it sounds reliable.

  While Wen Ling swallowed the last bite of food, the bulletin screen disappeared.

  It seems that when the meal time is over, they have officially returned to the game.

   "I don't know what I am doing here, can you see the rules here?"

  Wen Ling stood up from the chair, her hair leaping on her shoulders, her gray eyes looking back and forth at the furnishings in the kitchen.

   Then, her beautiful brows suddenly frowned.

   "What's the matter?" Xiaolan's heart suddenly lifted.

   "Refrigerator."

  Wen Ling walked towards the silver refrigerator next to the cupboard. Xiaolan just turned out the snacks from here.

   Xiaolan walked to Wen Ling, and the two stared at the refrigerator together.

   "I didn't see anything just now."

  Wen Ling lowered his head and pointed to the lower frozen area, "Below."

  The cold air seemed to spread out of the refrigerator and swept over them.

   Xiaolan grabbed the refrigerator door and opened it a little bit.

  In the first space are some quick-frozen foods.

  In the second grid, there is a bunch of frozen roses, the petals have withered, and a layer of hoarfrost has formed on the blood-red petals.

  The third largest grid is left.

   Slowly pull away.

   "Woohoo." Wenling hummed and hid behind Xiaolan.

  Xiaolan squatted on the ground, looking at the refrigerator drawer where the air-conditioning was surging.

  A woman's head covered with frost, lying there, pillowed with ice and snow, staring at them with turbid eyes.

   "Who is this?"

  Wen Ling obviously knows the answer. She danced and pointed in the direction of the toilet, then pointed at the head, and said, "Wife."

  Fortunately, I understand what she is expressing.

  "This is the wife of that male ghost." Xiaolan held both sides of his head with both hands and carried her out.

   "Hmm."

   "I remember the horror movie I watched before. It seems to be the story of a couple."

  It seems that the prototype also came from here.

   is a frozen head after all. It is too cold. After Xiaolan kicked the refrigerator door, she put her head on the table.

  Wen Ling groaned again, "No way."

   "Oh, don't be afraid," Xiaolan comforted, "This is a victim, very poor, and there is only one head left..."

  "No!" Asking Ling was decisive.

   "That..."

  Wen Ling closed his mouth and paused.

  It seems that there is still a cooling time between the two characters and the two characters.

   "Useful!" She pointed to the air-conditioned head.

   "This is useful, so...we have to take her, right?"

  Wen Ling happily shook her little hand, "Yes! Yes!"

  Reasonable, very reasonable.

  But this head is equivalent to a large piece of ice, and it must be impossible to hold it.

  There was a bamboo woven fruit basket on the dining table. The two of them poured the fruit out of the basket. Xiaolan also spread a tablecloth at the bottom of the basket, and the two put their heads in with a pious face.

  Two girls, with a bamboo basket slung in their hands, and an air-conditioned head in the basket.

  The two felt nothing unnatural.

  Eating and drinking and getting their heads, the two quietly moved back to the kitchen door and opened the door a crack.

  The door of the toilet has quieted down, and on the opposite side of the kitchen, another door opened.

  A beam of soft yellow light spilled through the crack of the door to the corridor.

   There is a faint sound of music in the air.

  The music is ethereal and remote, like the sound of a stiff dancing doll in a music box.

  The music comes from the opposite room.

   "It seems we have to pass," Xiaolan gripped the basket tightly, "Don't be afraid, you follow me."

  Wen Ling nodded tragically, then grabbed Xiaolan's sweater hat and covered her eyes.

   "Hey, you can't cover your eyes. I hope you can take a closer look."

  Wen Ling hummed and released Xiaolan's hat.

   Xiaolan opened the door, took a step forward, and looked around.

  Nothing, silence.

  But I always feel...something is hidden in this silence.

  Ominous feeling.

   Xiaolan retracted her body again, thought for a while, and stuffed the whole basket into Wen Ling's hands.

   "I feel something is wrong, hold this."

  Wen Ling looked down and looked up, tears streaming down her eyes.

   "Why cry? Did you see anything?"

  Wen Ling shook his head.

   "Then what are you crying for?"

  Wen Ling pointed to the head in the basket, "I'm afraid."

  "...But this is a talisman, don’t be afraid, she was a beautiful young lady like you before she was alive, so she won’t hurt you."

  Wen Ling bit her lip grievously and nodded.

   Xiaolan probed out again, gathered courage, and led Wenling to the opposite room.

When    came to the middle of the corridor, Wen Ling suddenly pulled Xiaolan's arm.

   Xiaolan turned her head, and saw Wenling pointing to the depths of the corridor with a horrified expression on her face.

"what's happenin?"

  There, a group of black shadows leaning against the corner can be vaguely seen.

  "Ghost..."

  Xiaolan's heart began to beat wildly.

  The ghost is ambushing them.

   "Don't be afraid," Xiaolan calmly said, "Go on."

   Xiaolan gently opened the door.

  (End of this chapter)