MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 971 indexer

  Chapter 971 Index

  The sound of the bell suddenly became smaller, Baomu squinted and looked over.

Ling Luo held a pillow on the bed in her hand and looked at them with concern. She used the pillow to press the ringing spirit flag against her chest. Using this cute little method, she manually reduced the size of the spirit flag. sound.

   Everyone even held their breath.

   They are all helping me and Miaozhen.

  Baomu looked back and focused on the new world in front of him.

  Miaozhen, please tell me.

   Xiaolan covered her mouth, daring not to make a sound, or even to breathe.

  Baomu was suspended above Miaozhen's body, and the two in the circle of knowledge of Baomu seemed to have entered a vacuum area, their bodies were floating in the air, and countless dust particles were surrounded by the halo.

   Looking carefully, those dust particles solidified into faint filamentous objects, and those filaments kept floating out of Miaozhen's body, and then gathered on Baomu's body.

  Come on, Brother Baomu.

  Our most powerful brother Baomu, he can definitely do it.

   After an unknown period of time, the sound of the spirit flags in Lingluo's chest couldn't be contained, and Xiaolan's breath was exhausted. She opened her mouth and quietly let out half a breath.

   suddenly darkened in front of him.

   Xiaolan was startled and thought it was the enemy flashing over with a black cloud over the city, but she took a closer look and found that it was not the darkness that came, but the light beam disappeared.

The circle of light around Baomu and Miaozhen went out in an instant, Baomu fell from the air and almost pressed on Miaozhen. He adjusted his posture in the air in time, and finally rolled off the bed in a tragic manner, knocking heavily on the bed. on the ground.

   Li Muyuan stretched out his hand to help him, but Baomu gasped heavily, pushed Li Muyuan's hand away, and shouted, "Save Miaozhen! The wound is on top of his head!"

  Li Muyuan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly stretched out his hands above Miaozhen's head.

   "No trace!" he cried.

  Baomu ignored the pain, and got up with one bone, and rummaged through the hair on top of Miaozhen's head with both hands for a long time.

   "It should be here," Baomu's fingers pressed on the center of Miaozhen's head, "there is something here."

  Li Muyuan hurriedly put his hand over and groped.

"What is it?"

   "I don't know..." Bao Mu gasped, his lips extremely dry, "I can only feel that there is something there, something that does not belong to Miaozhen's body."

   "Sure enough, I can't feel it at all," Li Muyuan looked up at them, "I have to find a way to get that thing out."

   "Do you want to open the skull?" Qin Yin asked tremblingly.

   "It's too late," Li Muyuan said, "and it's too dangerous."

   "Muyuan, can you see this?"

  The Taoist priest said, and handed over a spell.

Li Muyuan looked down at the talisman. The talisman was much smaller than the average talisman. The runes drawn on the ginger-colored talisman paper were also much simpler. There were dense creases on the surface of the talisman. Some uncommon talisman papers were folded into small stars for easy portability. It seems that this one was just taken apart by him.

"This is…"

"This is a spell, called the index symbol," said the Taoist priest. "The index symbol can locate metals and water sources. It is usually used to locate underground minerals and groundwater when going out to explore. I know that just positioning is not feasible, so I am in the index symbol. There is a half amulet pasted on the back, which is specially used to deal with invisible things."

   The Taoist priest turned over the crumpled index sign, and there was indeed a half-folded spell on the back, and the appearing spell was designed to defeat the invisible, so its own rune was also invisible.

   "This..." Li Muyuan hesitated.

   On the one hand, he was skeptical about the spell's rescue, and on the other hand, the purpose of this spell seemed to be a bit rough.

   "Anyway, let's try it first," Ling Luo shouted behind the crowd, "This little guy is really dying."

   "There is no other way now," Xiaolan said to Li Muyuan, "Miaozhen's situation is getting worse and worse."

  Li Muyuan gritted his back teeth and resolutely stepped aside.

   "Brother Dao, please."

   The Taoist priest clenched the spell tightly, sat beside the bed, looked at the position where Bao Mu and Li Muyuan were pointing, and placed the index between his two fingers, and gently tapped the spell on it.

  Everyone held their breaths and waited nervously.

   I don't know if it's because of my delusion, Xiaolan always felt that Ling Luo's spirit flag sound seemed to be a little smaller.

   Daochang spit out two vague incantations, and after a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

   Got it!

   The Taoist priest stopped chanting the spell, held the edge of the spell with his backhand, and lifted it up little by little.

   Bloody smell.

   Everyone smelled it.

  Baomu covered his mouth, whether it was because he was stimulated by the strong smell of blood, or because of the shock of the scene in front of them.

   That talisman brought out a silver needle stained with blood from the center of Miaozhen's head.

  Miaozhen's body began to twitch uncomfortably. The Taoist priest cast a questioning look at Li Muyuan. Li Muyuan frowned, but his tone was decisive, "Continue."

The silver needle seemed to be born from the top of Miaozhen's head, and it grew longer and longer, until it was almost as long as the palm of a human being. The needle finally completely left Miaozhen's body, and the blood dripped from the tip of the needle and penetrated into the snow-white pillow.

  bell…

   Ling Luo's voice stopped abruptly, Ling Luo turned her head to look at the quiet Ling Fan, her eyes full of surprise.

After the silver needle was taken out, blood gushed out from Miaozhen's wound. At the same time, Miaozhen's whole body was like a deflated ball, and his body quickly shrank and thinned. Li Muyuan hurriedly stepped forward to hold down Miaozhen. At the acupoint, the other hand reached into the placket and took out something. Li Muyuan pressed the thing on Miaozhen's wound, and the blood quickly covered the thing. The blood flowed more and more, but Miaozhen's face The blood seems to be recovering.

   "Breathing has resumed." Luo Jiutian probed for Miaozhen's breath with his fingers and said.

   Qin Yin said nervously, "Isn't it…"

   "Leave it to me next," Li Muyuan nodded slightly to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work."

   "Is Miaozhen all right?" Baomu asked.

   "At least he won't die," Li Muyuan said. "The injuries are serious, but I will try my best."

   "Is it okay for him to bleed so much?" Xiaolan said, looking at the blood that was flowing non-stop.

   "The blood has to flow out," Li Muyuan said. "Don't worry, let's try to contact the Xia Hua Patriarch first, and let her inform the general meeting, especially the fifth watch."

   (end of this chapter)