Chapter 130: The Story of the Magic Flute

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Throughout the night, the city of the Magic Flute fell asleep after the sound of the flute. Eight?? One? Chinese Mesh ===.=8≤1=Zā‰¤ā‰ˆ.≄C≤O≄M

As the long night passed, a sun hung on the city of the Magic Flute again, and the sleeping people were gradually waking up.

"Hmm...!" Stretching his waist, Yugi's mind cleared up a lot, thinking back to the events of last night, and there was still a trace of doubt in his heart.

So what's going on? Why do I feel deeply sleepy when I hear a voice, and after that, I don't know anything?

In the City of the Magic Flute, where the large ghost ship is moored, a figure is in the water, and this figure is none other than Mercasso.

After doing something wrong, he has been in the sea, at this time, he is sleeping, his face is full of happy smiles, I am afraid that he has done something to fail!

"Boom...!" With a sound, he woke up in an instant.

"Yes..., who is ......!"

When he looked at the person in front of him, he didn't make a sound, and smiled.

It turned out that when he was asleep, Anne hit him on the head with a fist, which woke him up from his sweet dream.

Although, seeing Annie, his mood was much better, but on his face, a trace of disappointment obviously slipped down.

In the bar, Dogray, who was asleep, gradually woke up, and when he woke up, he held his braincase with a headache with one hand.

But I can't remember what happened last night, and he originally said that he was drunk, but he fell asleep, which was really embarrassing.

In the center of the City of the Magic Flutes, Justin stood on top of the Setta, with tears in his eyes, and shouted angrily, "I remember, I finally remember......!" ā€

No wonder, he always felt a familiar feeling, it turned out that this golden flute was indeed his thing before.

He remembered everything. In the sleeping city, when he had just woken up, he put the flute to his mouth again and blew a different melody again.

This sound is much worse than the sound that was blown last night, and it is still spreading.

Justin's eyes were overflowing with tears, and he knew why.

Soon, this voice spread throughout the city of the magic flute, and the fear was born.

The ghosts of this floating city, hearing this sound, seemed to be enchanted, and they all converged in the direction of the Flutes.

Including everyone in the Ice and Snow Ghost Troupe, after hearing this voice again, their bodies involuntarily moved forward, and the whole person was completely unconscious, like a walking corpse.

And the whole city will become like this, all because of the Justin Seta in his hand, the flute in his hand, not an ordinary flute, but a magic flute.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who obtained a golden flute, and it is said that this flute is not an ordinary flute, but a magic flute, capable of controlling any ghost who hears the sound of the flute.

The name City of the Magic Flute also comes from this Magic Flute, and the Flute Tower in the center of the island is also constructed according to the shape of the Magic Flute. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so similar to the Magic Flute.

This young man, because of the powerful Magic Flute, also became a celebrity in the City of Magic Flutes in an instant.

However, everything suddenly turned this magical story into a legend.

Just because the boy disappeared, the magic flute also lost its trace, so over time, this magical story has become a legend.

Now, this magic flute, but in Justin's hands, is blowing it again, as if to do something with this magic flute.

It is said that this magic flute, only his true owner, can make it wield real magic power, and Justin easily did it.

That's right! He is the boy who disappeared, and this magic flute originally belonged to him, so he would easily blow the magic flute.

As the sound of the Magic Flute sounded, the ghosts of the City of the Magic Flute gathered in the direction of the Flute Tower.

On the Goddess Wizard, Mecasso had just boarded the ghost ship when she was controlled by this strange sound, and little by little she stepped off the ship, heading in a direction she didn't know.

"Mercasso! Where are you going? ā€

Anne, who didn't know everything, tried to stop Meccasso, but now he was like a demon and didn't listen to her cries at all.

"Tom!" Anne was so annoyed that she punched Mercasso on the head.

A heavy punch hit Mecasso in the head, causing him to climb off the ghost ship.

I thought that after such a blow, Mercasso would stop moving on.

Behold! After falling, Mercasso, after standing up, still walked forward, ignoring Anne at all, as if he had ignored her.

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Seeing that Mecasso was still like this, Anne knew that something was wrong there, and according to common sense, Mecasso should have been affected by such a blow!

However, now there was no sound, and following the direction of Mercasso's progress, she was now 6 on the ground, and there were many ghosts like him, all gathering somewhere.

Finally, in her ears, she heard a trace of sound, and after hearing this voice, she felt a little wrong, so she quickly blocked her ears.

The moment she heard the voice, she knew that this voice was not simple, and the initiator of all this was this strange voice.

To figure out what's going on? She also blended in with the large army that was moving forward.

In a bar, after waking up, Dogre did not stop drinking because of his headache.

After all, how could he, who finally caught this kind of opportunity, give up? Picking up the wine at hand, he began to drink again.

Suddenly, a lot of movement reached his ears, and he, who was drinking, turned his head to look. Some were stunned.

All the ghosts in the bar are walking out, and there is no expression on their faces, like wooden people.

"Is this...?"

He was puzzled, and after hearing a strange sound, his brain, which had a headache, became more and more uncomfortable, as if it was about to explode.

"Ahh This voice! At last, he realized that the voice seemed somewhat familiar, and last night, it was as if he had heard a strange sound, and then fell asleep. After that, nothing is known?

On his forehead, a drop of sweat oozed out, and he shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to ask for the control of this demonic voice.

It didn't take long for Dogre to stop struggling, and he, like the others, walked out of the bar and headed in the direction of Desta.

It seems that he still hasn't escaped the control of the magic sound, and is deeply trapped in it.