This is a hurricane that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods, falling from the sky and coming quickly, and the villagers could not be psychologically guarded.

At the beginning, the whistling sound faintly rose from behind Beishan, like the sound of a bull's horn, the low and rough sound penetrated the thick night, and came far away, and then broke into the courtyard of the village, and into the ears of the villagers who had fallen asleep, like a wake-up call to wake up from a frightened dream.

Someone heard it, and muttered in their hearts, what kind of sound is this, such a mad person, after muttering, they no longer pay attention to it, turn over and snooze again, just a short time, people have to be awakened again, one by one listen to the strange sounds outside the house that are getting louder and more urgent.

The sound was no longer a looming trumpet, but a loud trumpet tone, high-pitched and bright, ethereal and long, mysteriously and sneakily entwined around the branches of the tree, tossing and turning, and calling endlessly.

The cracks in the doors and windows of each courtyard are all filled with this kind of tone, chirping, shaking, with the change of the direction of the wind, and from time to time changing the high and low tones, sometimes whispering, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes singing, sometimes confiding, at this time, there is a piglet's howl gradually sounded, one to ten, ten to hundred, with a piece of hissing, stirring people's hearts flustered.

Some people were not worried about the piglets in the pen and the chickens and ducks in the nest, they got out of bed in their clothes, pushed the door and poked their heads out, wanting to take a closer look, but before they could see it, they immediately swallowed a mouthful of foul smell mixed with dust and grass clippings, and they had to retract their heads, close the door tightly, and stark at the various noises outside, together with the slight movements of pigs, dogs, chickens and ducks.

At this time, the tone of the trumpet had been transformed into the sound of a French horn, and the sharp voice, which had just been erratic, gradually became full and powerful, loud and brilliant, and the branches of the trees, and between the ridges and eaves, had been completely swallowed up by this amazing roar, and the paper sealing the windows was "crackling" The noise, it is worthy of breaking through the dry and hard paper, breaking into the house, all kinds of household items in the courtyard began to dance happily, grass clippings and other things spread in the turbid air, baskets and other household items seemed to have long legs and feet, jumping around, and the accompanying rolling and colliding sounds, like firecrackers lit on Chinese New Year's Eve, exploded everywhere, and at the same time, large raindrops fell to the ground loudly, as dense and crisp as fried soybean grains.

The people who got out of bed were secretly frightened, and they moved to the head of the bed involuntarily, and the people on the bed had already sat up, clinging to the thin quilt and wrapping it around their curled up bodies.

Gradually, the sound of the horn changed again, with a fuller and more arrogant roar, sweeping through this small village, together with the large and small portals scattered around, this is a terrifying power, is the moment when the long-hidden unfathomable power is about to burst out, it is the time when the solemn and brilliant trombone rises, it pushes all the messy sounds to a new **, to the peak of sound convergence.

At this time, the raindrops like fried soybeans have turned into hail as big as apricot and chicken eggs, smashing down from the air, crackling and exploding in the courtyard outside the house, and all the hard objects in the yard made a deafening collision sound, which is many times stronger than the sound of raindrops, and the terrifying atmosphere is many times thicker.