MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 994 empty city

   pushed open the door of the hotel, and the three walked into the dark night of late autumn. The street lights on both sides of the street were always on, and several cars were parked on the side of the road, but the night was as silent as a spring in a deep pool.

   There is a 24-hour convenience store next to the hotel. The headmaster walked up the steps of the convenience store and opened the door.

  The bell hanging by the door rang, and the Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian stood in front of the cash register, looking around the empty shop.

   "Anyone?" Luo Jiutian shouted, "Is there anyone?"

   No one answered.

   Daoist priest and Luo Jiutian looked at each other.

   "I have a bad feeling..." Luo Jiutian said.

   "Me too," said the Taoist priest, "let's go, let's go to the next house."

  The two went out the door, but saw Lao Luo holding a spiritual flag, standing upright in the middle of the road, the snow-white fluttering spikes of the spiritual flag fluttering in the wind, Lao Luo closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth.

   "Father," Luo Jiutian trotted over, "Did you find anything?"

   Lao Luo's lips stopped moving, and after a long time, he opened his eyes again.

   "I can't sense the gods."

   "God?" Luo Jiutian thought for a while, "Laomu?"

"right."

   "Can you usually sense Laomu?"

"Of course, the ghosts are the hands and eyes of the gods, and we are directly connected to him," Lao Luo looked down at his hands, his expression dazed and cute, "This is the first time I can't sense the gods, Laomu... ...but I've been in this business for too short a time, and I don't know what that means..."

  Luo Jiutian was the first time he saw his father make such an expression, he was upset and wanted to laugh.

   In the end, he couldn't hold back and laughed.

   "You kid...what are you laughing at?"

   "I... Dad, you look stupid."

   "You brat..."

  The two were entangled again. Lao Luo beat his son and was infected by his son's laughter. The two laughed together.

  The Taoist priest stood by and watched this scene, and his heart was full of "tired, destroy it".

It took the three people more than an hour to check the most prosperous commercial area in Qiaobu.

   Daoist Master glanced at his watch and stopped by the side of the road, "Let's go back."

   Lao Luo and Luo Jiutian turned their heads.

   "I guess it's going to be difficult to find someone," said the Taoist priest. "If we go further, I'm worried that if something goes wrong with Xia Hua and Mu Yuan, we won't be able to get back in time."

   Luo Jiutian looked at Lao Luo, Lao Luo sighed and nodded.

  Xia Hua leaned against the window, looked anxiously at the world downstairs, raised her arms from time to time and glanced at her watch.

   "Why haven't they come back?" Xia Hua's legs were shaking, and her high heels kept hitting the ground, making a thumping sound, "Is something wrong?"

   "Something happened?" Li Muyuan, who was sitting on the bed, also stood up and came to the window, "No way..."

   "Hopefully not," Xia Hua shook her leg, "Why isn't it light yet? It's annoying."

   "Patriarch Xia Hua calm down, it's not because of this day that you are upset."

   Li Muyuan carefully stared at the silent scene outside the window. Suddenly, a dynamic scene appeared in this still life painting. …

   "Patriarch Xiahua, look!"

   "I saw it too!"

   On the street in the distance, there are two dark objects moving towards here.

  The street lights gradually outlined the appearance of the two groups of objects.

   Daoist Chief and Luo Jiutian rode a bicycle alone, rushing along the street at extreme speed.

   "Are they two racing?" Xia Hua asked.

   "Huh?" Li Muyuan smiled, "It looks like... Jiutian can't beat the Taoist priest."

   "Master, wait for me!" Luo Jiutian desperately pedaled the old-fashioned bicycle under his seat, trying to catch up with the master in front, "Slow down! Wait for me!..."

  The road chief was almost riding to the next intersection, he pressed the brakes with a squeak and stopped before the stop line.

  Luo Jiutian chased after him and caught up out of breath.

   "Master, thank you for waiting for me..."

   "I didn't wait for you," the Taoist priest pointed up, "the red light."

"……Oh."

  The red light turned into a green light, and the Taoist priest rushed out with a swoosh.

   "Hey! Daoist Master!" Before Luo Jiutian could rest enough, he started a new round of chasing, "Wait...wait for me, brother!...Wait aaaaaaaaa..."

"Tsk," Lao Luo, who was behind Luo Jiutian, looked at his tired son and made a disgusting voice, "Look at you, a young man in his twenties, even if he can't beat others, he can't even step on a bicycle. People's Daoist."

"What kind of equipment does the Taoist priest have, what equipment do I have!" Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist priest and his brand-new mountain bike with envy, and said incompetently and furiously, "I didn't have to choose this bike to carry you, Dad. Broken car!...Father! Why are you so heavy!"

   "I am a dead man, of course the dead are heavier."

   "I don't remember you being able to disappear or teleport or something?" Luo Jiutian was so tired that he felt like he was about to choke again, "Why don't you just go back to the hotel and rub against our car?"

   To be exact, it was rubbing against my car.

   "Stop talking nonsense, it's almost there..." Lao Luo said, "Look, the Taoist priest has already arrived."

   The road chief parked the bicycle at the entrance of the hotel, held the handlebars of the bicycle, turned his head to look at the two of them, and showed a triumphant smile.

  Luo Jiutian clenched his teeth and rode over in one go.

   When he went upstairs, his legs were shaking a little.

  Xia Hua greeted them at the door of the room and was taken aback by Luo Jiutian's appearance.

   "What happened to Jiutian? What happened?"

   "Jiutian is fine," the Taoist priest replied to Luo Jiutian, who was gasping for his stomach, "Just take a break."

   "Have you met an enemy?" Li Muyuan asked, carrying two bottles of water.

   "No," the Taoist priest took a bottle, twisted it open, handed it to Luo Jiutian, and said, "We went to that part of the building, and no one saw it."

   "No one?"

   "No," said the Taoist priest, "the city seems to be empty, not only people, but all living things have disappeared."

   "Where did your bicycles come from?" Xia Hua asked with a frown.

   "Uh..." The Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian looked at each other embarrassedly, "It was borrowed from the roadside..."

"borrowed?"

   "Don't blame the Taoist priest," Luo Jiutian finally regained his ability to speak. He straightened up and said, "I picked the lock."

   "You still pick locks?"

   "Xiaoyin taught me," Luo Jiutian took a sip of water, "she can pick locks."

   "Since all the locks have been picked, why don't you just borrow a car and come back?"

  Luo Jiutian shrugged, "Xiaoyin only taught me how to pry a bicycle, and the rest will teach me when she comes back."