Xiaolan did not ask further questions, but waited for him quietly.
The pain made time become longer. Xiaolan resisted herself from screaming and stood motionless by the iron gate.
Rustling, rustling...
There was a slight scraping sound outside the door, and the rice pail was approaching.
"You...can you really..."
"I can," Xiaolan said with great certainty, "I promise that as long as you help me, I will make you live forever."
This sentence came out of his mouth, but Xiaolan felt that the person speaking was not himself, but a voice coming from inside his body.
"Are you lying to me again?" Fan Tong's voice became even lower.
"I didn't," Xiaolan said, "Please, trust me one last time."
Rice Tong fell into hesitant silence again.
"But..." After a while, Fan Tong said, "If I let you out, you will be discovered by the villagers."
"I don't want you to let me out," Xiaolan said quickly, "Fantong, I just want you to pick up something for me."
"What?"
"Put it on your roof."
"Zhai Xian?" Rice Tong was a little surprised, "What do you want my Zhai Xian to do?"
Xiaolan didn't know how to explain it. She didn't want to lie anymore, but the truth was too complicated.
Seeing that Xiao Lan stopped talking, Fan Tong gave up the previous question and asked instead, "You only want my home fairy?"
"Yes," Xiaolan said quickly, "As long as that, please help me get it? I promise..."
"Can you really make me live forever?"
"I promise."
The verbal agreement was signed, and without further ado, Fantong ran away quickly. Xiaolan listened to the footsteps gradually disappearing, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but then, another series of footsteps disappeared.
Close to the ground.
Not just one person.
Xiaolan left the cold iron door and carefully retreated into the depths of the stove.
Only the sound of footsteps approaching.
The group of people remained silent and stopped quietly around the big altar.
Xiaolan's body trembled.
Bang... Bang...
Something was thrown next to the big altar, and sounds surrounded Xiaolan. Xiaolan looked around uneasily, as if she had guessed what she was about to face.
The footsteps left, but there was still no sound of words.
a month of Sundays……
Brush——
A gentle rubbing sound, a gentle falling sound.
Wow!——
fire!
A red fire appeared outside the iron door, and strong smoke rushed in instantly. Xiaolan huddled in the corner of the big altar in pain, coughing desperately.
They want to smoke themselves to death.
"No……"
Thick smoke gradually occupied the space inside the big altar and rushed toward the exit at the top of the chimney. Xiaolan struggled to move back to the door, trying her best to breathe even a wisp of air.
It's over, it's all over.
Is this how Fire Lotus died?
Could it be that... the prophet also experienced this kind of thing?
As of now, Huolian's life is over. Why did she allow herself to experience this experience?
Xiaolan leaned against the hot furnace wall half-deadly, thinking about these questions, feeling the oxygen flowing out of her body bit by bit.
What if I really died?
She suddenly thought of this terrible possibility.
Self-help...
Xiaolan's arm bounced twice, and soon stopped due to fatigue.
Forget it, I can't do anything myself.
Xiaolan thought of Ming Ting, Qu Lianfan who was out in the field with a soul-calling flag, and the god wearing rimless glasses.
Oh my god, why did I start thinking about this? Don’t think about such unlucky things!
It will be over soon, and then I will return to the real world. Maybe Taoist Master and the others have solved the problem, and then I will go down the mountain and have a good meal...
I wonder if the people in Ming Ting investigated the ten-day banquet?
Why are you thinking about the underworld again? Don’t think about it!
Xiaolan was calm on the surface but struggling internally. Under the attack from inside and outside her body, a hallucination-like sound floated into her ears from afar.
"What are you doing here?!" a woman screamed, "Go home quickly! ...What are you holding in your hand?!"
The woman's voice became shriller and harsher, intermittently transmitted to Xiaolan's hearing organ, which was getting better and worse.
The voice seemed to be closer.
"Stop!..." He came closer and said, "Fool! Stop!..."
big eater?
Xiaolan, who was dying of illness, sat up in shock... but did not get up. She symbolically opened her sore and tearful eyes, and the tip of her little finger twitched.
The boss is here, but now I can't do anything.
"Ah!" A shouting voice came from outside the door, "Mom, let me go!..."
"You bastard, what are you doing?! What are you doing with this?! Give it to me quickly!...Why are you standing still? Come and help!"
"You are not allowed to come over!" Fan Tong's voice was as angry and crazy as ever, "If you come over again, I will throw it away! I will burn it!..."
"You little brat..."
"Don't come here!——"
Fan Tong's last scream made Xiaolan twitch in shock, and then countless screams sounded, but Fan Tong's scream was the most terrifying main theme in it, a sound that can only be made by people who are on the verge of death.
The flames outside the door started beating, and Xiaolan wanted to know what was happening, but she could only hear screams. Suddenly, a soft voice emerged among the noise.
This sound should have been covered up by the noise, but Xiaolan clearly captured the subtle movement.
Friction, climbing.
Gradually get closer.
He came to the door and came to his side.
Xiaolan's eyelids drooped.
Sand...sand...sand...
That thing was scratching at the iron door.
An inexplicable force surged out of Xiaolan's body. Xiaolan shuddered violently, then raised her trembling arms and reached for the door.
Pull open.
I didn't feel any resistance at all.
Orange firelight suddenly enveloped her pupils.
Xiaolan's eyes widened and she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.
Fire, fire is everywhere.
Not just around the big altar.
Xiaolan stood up, bent down, stepped on the flames, and walked out of the big altar slowly.
At the end of the field of vision, everything is filled with flames.
The entire village was in raging fire.
The flames stretched for miles, reaching invisible places. In front of Xiaolan, there were several charred people still struggling and rolling in the flames.
Countless screams rang out from all over the village, and the entire Fire Lotus Village was like a blazing hell.
A scream in my ears suddenly stopped.
Xiaolan turned her head.
Fantong stared with bloodshot eyes, standing intact in a flame, looking at Xiaolan as if he were looking at a real ghost.
He was still holding the wooden box in his hand.
The box is empty.
Xiaolan didn't speak, but numbly passed over the corpses that were gradually being burned, stretched out her hand, and opened the back door of the ancestral hall.