Chapter Twenty-One: The Flute on a Desert Island

Lei Yan, who came out of the stone cave, stood on a stone and looked around.

It was getting dark, and it was exactly the time he needed.

In a short time, the sky was completely dark, and the moon was also a waning moon, which could still be seen within a few tens of zhang with his eyesight.

In the darkness of the night, he reached out to the center of the island. Along the way, he also paid attention to the situation around him all the time, and his speed was also extremely slow.

There are a lot of traces of human activity around, although they try not to damage the surrounding situation, but in his eyes, these are not hidden from him.

After advancing for more than ten miles, the trees in front of them became more dense, resembling a primeval forest. It was only under these trees that the ground had been cleared, and the ground was extremely flat, with rows of black tents, exuding a solemn aura in the dark night.

Seeing this scene, Lei Yan's first feeling was that this seemed to be a military camp.

It was at this moment that a flute sounded, with a strange rhythm, something he had never heard before.

With the sound of the flute, a sound of neat footsteps in the distance came towards this side, and the speed was very fast.

At the sound of the voice, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly hid in the branches of a large tree, and adjusted his breathing to an extremely slow pace.

Not long after, dozens of black-clothed people appeared in front of them, walking neatly towards this side.

As the first flute sounded, some flutes and footsteps followed.

The first men in black to appear, led by a cloaked figure, entered a tent. And behind them, groups of black-clothed men led by people with cloaks entered one tent after another.

After the men in black entered the tent, the cloaked men also gathered and stood in front of one of the tents in the middle.

Look at the figures of these people with cloaks, but they are all women, and they are not very old.

"All women! What about these people?"

He muttered, and after the flutes stopped, the men in black didn't make any movements, only the slightest sound of breathing.

After a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth slightly, gently descended from the tree where he was, and dived towards a tent.

There was no movement in the tent, only the sound of breathing.

Moreover, if the tent were to accommodate people, it would only hold ten people. But the people who just entered were already more than fifty people, which was also a question that made him extremely puzzled. He had a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure, so he came down to take a look.

After occupying one side of the tent for a long time, feeling that there was nothing unusual around, he dodged into the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, he was really stunned, and his right hand couldn't help but put the long knife in front of him.

After waiting for a while, he was relieved.

Dozens of black-clothed people in front of them stood there neatly, like pillars, with their eyes open, their hands hanging down, and standing straight.

But these people were only breathing slightly, and did not move, as if he was there, and could not be seen.

After counting, there were a total of sixty men in black, of varying heights, all men, with some torn clothes, all carrying a long knife.

These people's long knives are different from his, they are the kind of knives that are widely circulated. The blade is slightly curved and looks heavy, but it is less than three feet.

"Alive!"

These black-clothed people all have the breath of life, but they are as stiff and sluggish as corpses.

After observing for a while, he did think of some sneak attacks.

Before, these people were indeed moving, and they were walking as if they were alive. Compared to that time, the difference is those flutes.

The sound of the flute is one of the main reasons why these people can move.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go back and come back tomorrow.

Returning to the stone cave where they were, as soon as they entered, they felt a movement of the wind, and their bodies immediately flashed to the side, and at the same time waved their knives horizontally.

"Bell!"

He took advantage of his strength to retreat and hurriedly said, "It's me." ”

Fang Xun, who pushed it away with difficulty, breathed a sigh of relief, put away his energy, and said, "When I woke up, I saw that you were not there, I thought something was wrong." ”

"It's not safe here, it's like a barracks. Lei Yan said what he saw, "I'll go back and take a look tomorrow night, you be careful here." But as long as you don't go out, nothing should happen. ”

"You, be careful, I'm here to recuperate, just don't go out. ”

Fang Xun hesitated for a moment, slightly undecided.

Seeing this, Lei Yan frowned slightly, and said, "I see you, it should be a family or somewhere that just came out, right?"

"Yes. I had just come out of my family and was arrested not long after. All the people who were alive at that time were here, and even if the family knew that something had happened to me, they didn't know how to look for me. Fang Xun smiled bitterly.

"At least you're alive and know how to get back. In the meantime, you can recover from your injuries, and wait until I figure out the situation here, and see if I can leave. After a while, Lei Yan spoke.

"Thank you!"

After a long time, Fang Xun spoke, and then rested there to recover his energy. After a day of pranayama, Fang Xun's face recovered a little, and he was no longer as pale as before.

A day passed, Lei Yan had rested enough, and his body seemed to have recovered, but now he could only use his original forty percent strength. During this long journey, for him, his body does not advance but retreats, and if there is nothing good to make up for it, it will continue to deteriorate.

When he came out, it was already dark, and in a short time he was back where he had been the night before.

Soon, the sound of the flute came again, and a group of men in black led by those with cloaks came up, with more dust on their bodies and their clothes even more damaged.

When the men in black entered the tent, the cloaked men left.

He, on the other hand, took the opportunity to enter one of the tents.

Finding a place, he buried his long knife in it. At the same time, I found a man in black who was the same height and about the same size as myself.

"It's you. ”

After identifying this person, he gritted his teeth slightly and moved this person's body away.

After leaving the barracks with the man's body, he placed the body of the man in black in a hidden stone cliff and stuffed his ears with something.

After grinding for a while, the man in black did not move at all, like a piece of wood.

After hiding the man, he changed the man's shirt into his body.

And his pants, etc., were specially made in the past, and they are still preserved today. Originally, it was a complete set, but the shirt disappeared after he was driven into the spatial crack. His clothes were all black, similar to the clothes of these men in black, and he couldn't tell if he didn't look closely.

When he was done, he took the man's broadsword and quickly returned to the tent.

Back in the tent, he stood where the man in black was, adjusting himself.

Unexpectedly, not long after he returned, there was a flute sound outside.

The flute was one he had never heard before, and he didn't hear anything about it at first, but he soon felt a strong sense of homesickness.

As soon as that feeling came out, his heart was shocked, and that kind of call was the direction from which the flute came from.

And as soon as the flute sound came out, these sluggish men in black changed their appearance in an instant, like a stone statue coming to life.

The black-clothed crowd who woke up lined up and walked out of the tent.

He was in the back row, and when he saw this, he followed, and walked out with the same dull eyes as the men in black he observed.

After going out, a woman with a cloak stood outside the tent. He's taller here, and you can see the whole picture.

This is just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in the flower season, her appearance belongs to the middle and upper, but her eyes reveal an indifference that is different from ordinary people.

In both hands she held a half-foot piccolo, made of jade.

In the rest of the tents, a large number of men in black also came out, each team led by a woman wearing a cloak.

Hesitating in his heart, he could only move at the moment. Compared to the rest of the men in black, his speed was obviously a little slower.

His strangeness, the woman who led their team also noticed it, stared at him for a while, sighed, turned around and walked forward with the flute.

As the flute sounded, the man in black beside him followed. He secretly remembered the flute, and the next time he heard it, he would be able to understand it.

A group of black-clothed people on the side walked towards the middle with them, extremely neat, as if they had come out of the army. And all flutes are a rhythm, and they don't sound the same. But these men in black never mix, and each team of men in black follows the woman in front of them.

It had been a quarter of an hour of walking, and at their speed, neither fast nor slow, they were almost to the center of the island.

There were groups of black-clothed people coming around, and as far as he could see, there were no less than thirty teams.

There were sixty people in each team, and the sheer number of them made him secretly surprised in his heart.

After all, it looks like a deserted island on the outside, but there is such an army inside.

Soon, they were taken to an extremely wide flat land, like a battlefield for soldiers, with a high platform in the middle, accounting for dozens of people, all dressed in black.

Before he could think about it, the flute sounded at this moment.

The black-clothed men around them began to move according to the rhythm of the flute, and the first thing they did was to draw their knives.

He had calculated, there were a total of fifty teams here, a total of three thousand people in black, standing a little loosely, not afraid that the knife would attack the people around him.

Following the movements of those men in black, he also drew his knife.

The sound of the flute kept coming, and all the men in black drew their knives from the beginning to the big knives in their hands in the back.

It's like going back to the old army. Everyone's swinging of the knife is the simplest, but once the fight starts, it is quite practical.

After about a quarter of an hour, the sound of the flute stopped, and the black-clothed men around them put away their knives together, and the movements were done in one go, obviously after practicing for a while.

"Alright, guys, pick out half of them and send them to the central roundabout. At the same time, use the Pure Heart Song to restore them to their original appearance, so that they can be manipulated again. And ready to receive the next batch of war puppets. A voice came out, and all conscious people bowed their heads in unison.

The sound only appeared once, and then the silence was silenced.

Lei Yan was secretly taken aback in his heart, there was such a strong man on this island, even when he was in his prime, he couldn't compare.

Those who watched them practice their knives on the high platform began to come down and pick them up. Some of them are fast enough, strong in body, and strong in reflexes, all of which are pointed out.

And he, because of his slow reaction, was not chosen. This also made him breathe a sigh of relief, if he was selected and sent to that central roundabout, his efforts during this time would be in vain.

After the election, the people on both sides were almost 1,500 or so.

"Prepare the Pure Heart Song. ”

The voices that had disappeared before reappeared, still not seeing where the man was.

All the cloaked men took out their piccolos and played them under the leadership of one of them.

This time, the sound of the flute makes people feel comfortable, as if they are in the grassland, relaxed and carefree, everything is not important, and everything is forgotten.

After the song, the black-clothed people who stayed behind stood in a daze, as if they had forgotten everything.

Next, another song sounded, with different flute notes on both sides.

The selected ones on the other side moved, and slowly left with more than a dozen women wearing cloaks.

"Guys, divide these puppets again, and then we have to receive a new batch of them. One man on the platform spoke, and then all the people above left.

Thirty women with cloaks were left behind, and each of them picked fifty men in black, and then played a simple tune.

After hearing the sound of the flute, the black-clothed men who remained moved slightly, and then left with those with cloaks.

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