"Brother Huang, what's wrong?" Mu Yaojie asked when he saw his brother open his eyes.

Mu Xiaoran frowned slightly: "This song ......"

"This song is really good, I can't imagine that such a good song can be heard in this barren land. It's no worse than the singers of the Imperial City. Brother Huang is interested in this musician, wait for me to find the shopkeeper. "Just get up.

"Seventh brother, sit down!" Mu Xiaoran stopped, "When will your frizzy temperament change?" ”

Mu Yaojie stuck out his tongue and didn't speak.

Mu Xiaoran didn't tell Mu Yaojie that he vaguely felt the difference in the song just now, but he couldn't tell what was different. Shaking his head, he suppressed his doubts, maybe he was thinking too much, he could feel that the person playing the music was just an ordinary person.

Bai Xue quietly walked out of the inn, inconspicuous.

"Xue'er, there was a foundation kid on the second floor of the inn just now, and it seemed to have caught his attention. The red scales hidden on Bai Xue's wrist said idly.

"It's okay, he won't notice anything. "There is a treasure given by Qianhan on Bai Xue, which can hide her cultivation, and in the eyes of others, she is just an ordinary person. And the soul sound trick can be detected by a foundation building boy, even if it is a few realms higher than her.

Bai Xue was walking down the street, just thinking like this, but suddenly his footsteps stopped. The reason is because the black gen, which is covered by the cloth, is trembling slightly.

A dark red flashed in her dark eyes, she looked at an alley in the distance, and said with a smile: "Hei Xuan, I'll give you some food." ”

The alley twisted and turned, and the deeper he went, the more Hei Xuan trembled. It wasn't until they reached a yard that the tremor stopped.

It is a courtyard enclosed on all sides, the walls of the courtyard are slightly higher than the walls of ordinary courtyards, and the entrance is only a locked gate. Bai Xue looked, jumped to hide in a big tree in the courtyard next door, and squinted at the scene in that courtyard.

I saw that there were young people of all sizes in the yard, some were a few years older than him, and some looked about the same age as himself, in his teens. All the children were chained with iron ropes on their hands and feet, and the bruises on their wrists and ankles were probably worn for a long time. But what caught Bai Xue's attention was one of the teenagers who was tied to a wooden stake.

The boy was tied to a stake, and he was no more than his own age. His hair was as long as withered grass, and he kept his head down so that it was impossible to see his expression. His hands and feet were as thin as wood, and his body was thin. The sallow skin was covered with countless scars, large and small, and some of the wounds were oozing blood.

In front of the young man stood a man in his forties, who was only cultivating at the fourth level of Qi cultivation. He had a whip in his hand and whipped the boy so hard that he even picked up the rolled flesh. But the boy just kept his head down and said nothing, only shuddered each time the whip struck him.

The middle-aged man shouted while fighting: "Let you escape, I'll let you escape." Did you all see it, if anyone of you tried to escape, it would end up like him. ”

The boys and girls in the courtyard were all shivering and trembling.

Seeing that the blood stains on the young man's chest were getting deeper and deeper, the man stopped. With a scolding sound, the young man untied him and left the yard with him on the ground. Lock the door and don't be afraid of the helpless children escaping.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man walked away that some young girls were faintly heard crying in the yard. The boy was still lying motionless on the ground, stained with blood. Those who don't know think he's dead. Some of the younger and less timid people are also afraid to approach.

After a while, a few slightly older teenagers approached him, pushed him and sighed, "Hey, you just accept your fate." Don't keep thinking about running away, so you can suffer less. ”

The boy collapsed on the ground and did not answer. The face is covered by hair that looks like withered grass, and it is difficult to see the expression.

A few older teenagers shook their heads when they saw him like this.

Bai Xue looked at the miserable boy and muttered, "There is such a strong hatred..." This is still a child, if born in modern times, it is the age of good years to enjoy the pampering of parents.

This is probably a den of human traffickers. In this world, such things are not uncommon.

She untied Hei Xuan, stroked the strings with her hands, and chanted as she played:

In the long street, the wind and clouds are lingering in the deep alleys

Whose sadness is spreading when you can't see or hear clearly

The partition wall folds the white plum and the fine stamen falls into the clothes

Whose singing voice sings softly and softly

Whose tears flowed quietly

Boy

The floating life is short, don't hate the world

Looking back, it is just that the world rises and falls like smoke

Watching the flowers bloom a few times, but it is not a loop in the world

Boy

Look at the bustling street, life is just a joy and sorrow

Turning around and leaving, looking back at the world in a sad way

The sky has its own picture scroll, a picture of prosperity and vicissitudes

Boy

……

The singing voice is like nine days away, and it is so soft and faint that it is like a girl's crying and moaning.

Some of the girls leaned together and wept, and some of the younger children sat alone on the ground and wept helplessly, crying louder and louder, and even some of the older teenagers were infected by the atmosphere and their eyes were red with confusion about the future.

The boy who was slumped on the ground seemed to move a little when he heard the singing. Hearing the words in the song, he couldn't hold back his tears.

He hates, he is unwilling, so he wants to escape, he doesn't hate the sky, he only hates his lack of ability.

The singing faded away, and only then did the boy notice the difference in his body. He felt his spirit a little tired, but his wounds seemed to be gradually healing, and they were no longer so unbearable. Although his body was still scarred on the outside, he felt that some of the unhealable dark wounds he had received during this time were gradually healing. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew it had something to do with the song.

His hand gradually clenched into a fist.

Bai Xue sighed after playing, jumped off the tree and left. This time, Bai Xue used Hei Xuan to absorb some of the emotions that he had absorbed, and then used the magic technique to feed back the young man. After absorbing that hatred, Hei Xuan could already let Bai Xue use his soul technique. The soul sound recipe can both kill and save people, it can change a person's mood, it can make a person demented, it can kill a person, although the process of gaining power is not the right way, but it can also save people if used properly, but the consumption is larger, after all, the soul skill of the soul sound recipe is mainly used to kill.

Bai Xue is not a saint, she can't save the boy in the yard. Although she could kill the man casually with her foundation-building cultivation, she couldn't place these teenagers. Her purpose is to enter the earthly world, but not to be stained with red dust. It doesn't matter if she's cold-blooded or ruthless. All she could do was heal the boy's wounds, and then it would be up to the boy to be created.

After experiencing this halfway, Bai Xue's heart was slightly low, but she quickly put her emotions away. Since she has integrated into this other world, she knows that these things must have happened in all corners of this world, this is not a society ruled by law, but a world where the strong are respected and the weak eat the strong.

Snow continued to walk towards her destination, into an area that was a little quiet during the day. She stood in front of a green building called Cuixiang Building and knocked on the door. Before she came, she had already found out that this Cuixiang Building was one of the most famous fireworks places in this town.

After a while, the door creaked, and an old bustard who was yawning opened the door, and saw a child dressed in black and wearing a hat standing at the door.

The old bustard twisted his waist and scolded in a bad tone: "Little child, what are you doing, go and go." After saying that, he wanted to drive the child away.

In the eyes of outsiders, Bai Xue is a troublemaker. Bai Xue also knew this, and after the old bustard finished speaking, he released a little bit of the coercion of the foundation building period. The magic weapon that Qian Han gave to Bai Xue to block his cultivation was like an ordinary person, unless he released the coercion that belonged to the person who cultivated the truth.

The old bustard only felt a suffocation in his chest, and he felt out of breath. Bai Xue also released it to let her know her identity, put away the coercion, and turned back into the ordinary child.

At this time, the bustard was completely sleepy. has been in the fireworks place for many years, and she also knows the person who cultivates the truth. The bustard, who was not stupid, knew that the child in front of him was probably a cultivator. She hit a spirit, such a small cultivator, obediently, that's terrible.

She hurriedly and cautiously apologized: "Girl, is it an old body and clumsy eyes who don't know Mount Tai, and don't know what to do with the old body?" No wonder she is so careful with a child, but she knows that if the cultivators don't like them, it will be a matter of minutes to kill them, and no one will care if they are killed, in this world, power is everything. No one will offend a cultivator for no reason. Even if it's a teenage girl in front of you, you can't underestimate it. She didn't know that the child in her eyes was already a foundation building monk, otherwise she would have been even more frightened.

Bai Xue: "Go in and talk." The bustard hurriedly led her in.

It wasn't long before the snow came out, and the bustard saw him off at the gate.

Qinglou, a place where desires gather, meat, greed, luxury, lust and so on. Bai Xue just told the old bustard to arrange for her to play for those diners as a behind-the-scenes Qinglou woman in the past three days.

Cuixiang Building.

It is especially lively at night. This is one of the more lively fireworks places in the town, and the woman is more watery than other green buildings. And now it's more people coming and going. I heard that there was a fairy in this flower building who sang here for three days, and the man who had heard it for two nights was fascinated by it, and was amazed by the song, and this last night was a cheer, and those who had never heard it were even more reluctant to miss this last opportunity.

In Cuixiang Building, Bai Xue has been playing behind the stage for two days, playing a song every day. Tomorrow she will leave the town and continue her journey to the middle of the continent.

Seeing that there were almost no more people, Bai Xue untied Hei Xuan and began her last performance.

At this time, at the city gate, a group of people was leaving. If Bai Xue was here, he would find that the young man he had seen the day before yesterday was among them.

The middle-aged man who took the lead said something to the defenders of the city and stuffed a bag into the hands of the defenders. The defender of the city tossed upside down, smiled ambiguously and let him go.

The children followed the man out with numbness, and on the way, the boy who had been whipped a few days earlier seemed to stumble and fall to the ground. The middle-aged man scolded in a low voice, slapped the young man, and didn't dare to make a noise, so he picked him up and continued to escort them to the carriage outside the city, and there seemed to be someone outside the carriage faintly answering.

And where the man couldn't see, the young man held a slender wire tightly in his hand.