Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 485 Backtracking Door

  "Apologize to everyone?" Xiaolan didn't understand.

   "Huh," Rong Fa sneered behind her, "You can really find someone."

   Xiaolan glanced at Rong Fa in wonder, Rong Fa winked at her, and he squeezed forward himself, as if saying, "I'll leave this to me."

Rong Fa raised his chin and looked at the man kneeling domineeringly, "Isn’t it just to take you to apologize, the gods are supernatural, this is not a difficult thing, but you can talk about it, and when you finish apologizing, you have to be obedient." Reincarnation, not just you, I'm talking about the three of you."

   After finishing speaking, Rong Fa still took a bit outside the door.

   Although Xiaolan didn't know what magical powers she had, she cooperated with Rong Fa to perform the play.

  The man heard this and turned to look at his wife sadly.

  The woman glared at her. She wanted to scold her, hesitated, and sighed, “What do you think I’m doing here? It’s just waiting for you two. If you can leave, what am I doing here?”

  The man listened to his wife, turned his head back, and then wept in tears.

"Okay, it doesn't seem to be a problem in this way," Rong Fa clapped his applause, "Then this ugly brother, let's start...Come on, go out first, by the way, your daughter is still there. Waiting outside for you to help her fill up her doll's eyes."

  The ghosts moved, the woman came to the lobby and hugged the little girl, while the man trembled and moved out of the kitchen, dragging half of his stumped leg.

   Xiaolan pulled Rongfa's sleeve and looked at him questioningly.

   "What's wrong with Lord Tianshen?" Rong sent her an equally puzzled look.

  "Why should I apologize for him?" Xiaolan squeezed these words out between his teeth, for fear that the three ghosts would hear it.

"Master Tianshen, are you kidding me?" Rong Fa looked at her slantingly, "This is not the first time you have done this job... I see, you want to exercise me, right? Huh, Then your plan has come to no avail. No one except you has this ability..."

  Rong said for a long time, and did not explain what Bai Xiaolan was capable of. Xiaolan was about to ask in detail frankly, the man moved from the side to Xiaolan's side, and looked at the two with expectation.

   Seeing Xiaolan looking at him, the man asked, "Master Tianshen, do you need me to do anything?"

Before Xiaolan opened his mouth, Rong Fa replied impatiently, "What can you do? When you go there, grab the sleeves of our Lord God, and when you come back, just come over and report in."

go with? where to?

  The man nodded quickly, flicking the nose hanging from the middle of the man.

  The woman and the little girl are sitting on a row of seats in the middle of the hall. The woman is holding the needle and thread, and the child is holding the hem of the mother's clothes. Both eyes are fixed on Xiaolan.

  "Sir Tianshen?" Rong Fa whispered.

   Xiaolan avoided the man's eyes and hooked his finger at Rongfa.

Xiaolan rustled in his ear, and Rong Fa's expression changed several times. After Xiaolan finished speaking, Rong Fa tilted his head smirkly and said, "My Lord God, I I know that when you look at your reaction, it must have disturbed your mind for unrelated humans, and you can't find our ghost's place, right?... You just listen to me, the list of living people in the future, less Then, it’s not good for your health, our ghost spirit is clear, how comfortable we get along... OK, I won’t say much, let Rong send you a ride!"

Rong Fa used two nails to pinch the man's **** hand and put that hand on Xiaolan's sleeve. With a wave of his long sleeve on his left hand, the bright world shining with the early noon daylight instantly covered a layer of gray, and passers-by in the distance. He slowly disappeared, and a few thick black clouds rolled from the horizon, and in a flash, the sky was covered. In this day, it became like night in a blink of an eye.

   "Will this be a little inspirational?" Rong Fa whispered in Xiaolan's ear, "Master Tianshen, have you found it? If you find it, you can set off."

   Xiaolan squinted her eyes and stared at the black world in confusion. Suddenly, the far corner of the sky was right in front of her, and a golden light spot flickered.

  "Have you found it, the door to backtracking?" Rong moved his sleeves, the night became darker, and the spot of light appeared brighter, "That's the power of Lord Celestial to turn time, Lord Celestial, have you found it?"

Gate.

  The light spot is approaching, zooming in, showing the appearance of the door little by little.

   Xiaolan felt her feet begin to levitate, as if an inexplicable force lifted her into the air.

   "Found it!" Xiaolan shouted.

  Rongfa shouted "Okay" vigorously behind her, Xiaolan only felt a push with her palms behind her back. With the power of the flying under her feet, she grabbed the man's arm with her backhand and flew him into the air together.

The man's body is now fragmented and fragile. He was lifted so by Xiaolan. Seeing that his arm was about to fall, Xiaolan raised his hand and half-wrapped the man's chest. The two were steady, facing there. The door approaches.

  The city under the feet began to change, the black faded, the day appeared, and the day faded again, changing to night, the flow of people seemed to become simple lines, and they disappeared under the feet of the two.

   Xiaolan had already seen the appearance of the door clearly.

  The golden gate has only a circle of snow-white door frames, and as the two of them approached, they slowly opened.

  The surrounding white light was great, and the two of them concealed into the light. When the light gradually faded, the two of them suddenly realized their feet, following their inertia, and directly sat down in a soft place.

   A piercing police siren sounded in his ears.

  The two opened their eyes.

  The strong smell of blood, mixed with nauseating alcohol, poured into Xiaolan's nasal cavity.

   Xiaolan first heard the groan of the man beside him, and then saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The two are sitting in the back seat of a car, the lights are flashing, the glass is shattered, a **** figure is tilted on the driver's seat in the front row, and the windshield fragments are scattered in the front of the car and inside, in front of the car. There are two familiar shadows.

   "Ah!—" The man beside him hugged his head and cried in pain.

   Xiaolan sat a little higher and looked at the two people in front of the car.

The woman bent over, her chest and abdomen sank into the dent on the wall under the impact of the front of the car, and was almost smashed in half by the waist. The woman was holding a small child in her arms, and the whole body of the child had become blurred. Only a childish head was exposed outside the front of the car. The child was holding a rag doll dyed red in his arms. One of the eyes of the doll was shaky and swayed, and then it was free from the shackles of the thread. , Fell on the front of the car and rolled into the shards of glass.

  The child’s eyes were soaked with blood, and the eyes were filled with doubts and fears. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at the corpse in the driver's seat-her father.

   Xiaolan's chin trembled slightly, and the man cried bitterly in her ear. Xiaolan just pressed her lips tightly, and watched the vehicle under her slowly start to retreat.

  The car pulled back, but the positions of the bodies of the mother and daughter did not change. Xiaolan looked at it and understood the rules of this power.

  The backtracking of the gods cannot change the reality, but can only let the dead experience it again in order to seek liberation from it.

The man cried and wanted to rush forward, Xiaolan coldly grabbed the man by the collar, pushed him back to the back seat of the car, gritted his teeth and said, “It’s too late to regret, you can’t change anything now. , Open your eyes to see how many people you have killed along the way."

The car drove backwards out of the small restaurant and slanted backwards on the street. When it retreated to a flowerbed in the sidewalk, an old man in a gray jacket slammed to the front of the car. The car continued to retreat, but the old man’s body was Maintaining the appearance of being hit by the front of the car, he collapsed to the side of the road.

  The accident that happened to this car seemed to be reversed along with the backward car.

  The car continued to back up, and with a bang, a car that was running normally was hit by the car. The car was spinning around, hitting a few more cars, and finally stopped in the middle of the road.

  The car continued to retreat. After knocking down a few passers-by, it finally drove out of the downtown area and came near the residential area.

  The cry of the man was endless. Although Xiaolan stared at the world outside the car intently, she could feel the struggle of the man beside her.

  "Don't cover your eyes," Xiaolan sternly stopped when he discovered the man's intention to escape, "Don't even dare to face it, why do you apologize?"

  The man took off his hands while sobbing, and Xiaolan looked at the car window with his red tearful eyes.

  There are not many cars on the streets of the residential area. Xiaolan just felt relieved, thinking that there should be no more victims, swept his eyes out, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

  Here...very familiar.

  Familiar blocks, curbs, and sidewalk trees.

   Familiar neighborhood walls, familiar shapes of tall buildings, familiar guard posts, familiar figures in uniforms in the post.

  A white car slowly drove out of the front gate of the community.

  Xiaolan's heart felt cold.

  Don't.

  Their car ran into the white car at absolute speeding speed.

  Don't.

   Xiaolan saw the uniformed uncle in the sentry box noticed their car, shouted something, and stood up.

boom!

  The sky was spinning, Xiaolan's vision was blurred for a second.

  The white car's alarm squeaked.

happened.

  Their car continued to retreat. When driving to the side of the white car, Xiaolan saw the driver's seat of the white car, the appearance of the person who lost consciousness with blood.

   is Ling's mother.

Auntie    clutched the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the airbag fixed her body to the seat, her body tilted to the left, and the car glass was full of red blood.

  She is wearing that slim camel coat.

   "Auntie..."

Xiaolan muttered, watching Ling's mother and Bai Cha go away, Uncle Uniform ran out of the guard box, shouting something, instead of running to Bai Cha, chasing in the opposite direction, maybe , Is trying to chase down this mad vehicle that caused the accident, right?

  Gradually, everything disappeared to the end of the line of sight, and the car moved back and forth until it stopped in a dark garage.

  The man couldn't cry, Xiaolan glanced at him, then looked out of the car suspiciously.

  This is...the parking lot.

  Many cars are parked around, the lights are dim, this is an underground parking lot.

  In a short while, a human voice appeared in the distance, and the human voice approached, and several stumbling figures were also approaching here.

  "Lao Li...Lao Li drank too much, right? Can I still drive?..."

"I didn't drink too much... What do I drink too much? What is called too much? I tell you! As far as I am now, I will... I go to the racing competition and I can win the championship. "

  The man’s cries disappeared. Xiaolan turned his head and looked at him. He closed his mouth and began to cry silently. A pair of eyes stared at the figures of the men, with regret written in the bottom of his eyes.

  "Don’t be aggressive, old Li...let’s call a driver..."

   "Call someone... a fart driver? You let me... show you one!... I, Dayong Li! I won't need a driver for the rest of my life!..."

  "Lao Li..."

   "Oh, what are you talking about? Lao Li is so good. If someone drank this wine, it won't affect driving at all! We can't, let's call a driver, Lao Li, let's go first!..."

  The man named Li Dayong walked towards his car with a beep, the door opened, and the man's face was flushed with drunkenness. He sat on the driver's seat with his **** lying on top of his broken body.

   Xiaolan looked at the man beside him. The man’s tears were running dry. He stared at his figure who was pulling the stereo and car keys indiscriminately, and the hatred in his eyes was almost solidified.

  Xiaolan sighed and said softly, "The next road, you have to walk it by yourself, after apologizing, go back quickly, and I will send you away."

"Lord Tianshen," the man seemed to be relieved, grasping Xiaolan's clothes at a loss, and as if worried that he would stain Xiaolan's clothes, he threw his hands away angrily, "Lord Tianshen, can you please? ...Let me die by myself. It is enough for me to die alone. I can be hit and killed as soon as I go out from here, or just let the car explode..."

  The living man finally took control of the car, and the car moved. He hummed a little song, shook his head, and backed the car out of the parking space.

"Once reality happens, no one can change it," Xiaolan looked at the car window faintly. "It's no use regretting anymore. God can't stop people from making mistakes. After apologizing, he quickly reincarnates and owes them. , You will pay it back in your next life."

  The car drove out of the parking lot steadily.

  The hope that ignited in the man’s eyes disappeared, he put down his hand and said, "I see."

   "Then I'm leaving." Xiaolan still didn't look at him.

  The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Thank you Lord Tenjin."

Xiaolan nodded, and it didn’t matter what she did. When the car was driving under the street light, the scene around Xiaolan slowly changed. White light slowly surrounded her from behind. Xiaolan closed her eyes and felt that the white light didn’t. When it was so strong, his feet suddenly softened and fell into a cradle-like place.

   "It's pretty fast," Rong Fajiao's voice sounded beside him, "It seems that this ghost is still cooperative."

   Xiaolan opened her eyes, she was lying in the middle of a **** web, and Rong trembled with the white book in her hand, making a victory gesture.

  (End of this chapter)