Fox customs, cremation after death.

The fox people who survived the catastrophe, led by Phantom Night, piled up the corpses scattered all over the mountains.

So the thousands of corpses piled up and burned in the raging fire. The glow of the skylight reflected a corner of the sky in an unusual red glow, like the souls of the stars wandering in the sky covered in blood, crying out their anger, fear, and insecurity.

In front of the sea of fire that burned out life, Phantom Night sat down cross-legged. His pale face was covered with a sickly flush from the scorching tongue of fire, and the fierce heat blew his thin clothes with a rustling sound.

However, he straightened his thin waist and slowly stretched out his hands, and the aura between his palms was condensing. When the light and shadow are shining, a black wood elegant guqin will be condensed and gathered!

The slender white and thin ten fingers swiped each other, and a string of mournful piano sounds stirred between the fire-lit heaven and earth. The five strings wept sadly as if they were alive, singing a beautiful and sad sound......

Out of tune, all the melodies are just from the heart. Sometimes it turns desolate, like weeping like tears, empathizing with the pain of the body of the tragic death; Sometimes deep and melancholy, sometimes gentle and tender, like a cold wind blowing warm.

Those wandering spirits, hearing the sad and warm songs, seemed to have found their way back, and were crossed into the world where the dead returned, but they still turned back repeatedly, and the sparkling sparks were swirling and fluttering, and they were reluctant to give up on the world and the people who had been buried......

So the sad and desolate sound of the piano was infused with more guilt and parting. The wind was cold, the fire was merciless, but the hands of the people who played the piano did not hesitate in the slightest. It is a sad road of life and death, it is a road of belonging that must be taken, if it is lost, it will become a lonely ghost, and from then on lose its mind and only leave the remnants of the mind to wander numbly in the world and the world.

Phantom Night can't bear to let those fox people who died unjustly fall into the ground, and every time he pulls every string, he pours out the spiritual power of his life!

This is the tragic funeral requiem......

In the quiet autumn and solstice watching from afar, my heart trembled a little. They recognized that it was the Fuxi qin that Ye Shenliu had left behind, and only the most virtuous souls could use it to play beautiful music.

Since Mu Weilai died, no one has been able to play this piano. They still remembered that Fu Xiqin was hidden in the hands of Phantom Night when the demon insects surrounded the mountain. They also once blamed Phantom Night because of Fu Xiqin's disappearance, although Bat Little D has explained, that Fu Xiqin has recognized Phantom Night as the new master, but what they saw today is still very surprised.

This Fu Xiqin was actually controlled by the phantom night to come and go with the call, even Mu Weilai back then, he had never sent and received it freely in such a short period of time!

Until now, all the Red Fox people, including Hongling, still don't know that the Phantom Night is the reincarnation of Mu Weilai. Because Mu Weilai's soul is not a universal soul, I don't know how many demons and monsters in the Three Realms have any intentions for this soul.

Xiao Bai considers the safety of Phantom Night, and colludes with Xiao D, so he wants to keep it secret from others. Jingqiu and Solstice once again felt the unfathomable depths of the soul in that thin and weak body. And the striking similarity of looks, experiences, and abilities made them suddenly surging in their hearts about to call out a name that they admired infinitely!

The sad and poignant sound of the piano lasted for three days and three nights.

The flames of the crematories were gradually extinguished. Those white ashes, with the residual temperature of the geothermal heat, flew in the dry breeze and scattered in every corner of Changfeng Mountain.

After playing repeatedly for three days and three nights, his ten fingers had already been worn out by the thin strings of the guqin. Countless cracked blood mouths bloomed on the fingers of the bruises, and the blood seeped like a drop of wax, smearing the strings, and the last was scattered like a residual plum in the wind, solidified on the surface of the black wooden piano, and became an ink painting of the cold plum in the night.

Despite this, he did not hesitate in the slightest in the action of stroking the qin, as if it was not his hand that was hurt, and it was not his blood that was shed. His eyes were covered with haggard red threads, and his pale and colorless cheeks were a little thinner than before, but he still stood straight with a thin back, like an upright green bamboo, and no one dared to change his will.

Have the souls who died because of him, the fear and anger imprinted in their souls appeased? He didn't know the answer. Even though the corpse in front of him had turned to ashes, he still couldn't forgive himself. This is not the first time...... If there was someone in this world who hated him more than the ghost king and the demon, he thought, that person could only be himself.

Unconsciously, as his mood changed, the sound of the piano stirred up more self-reproachful depression. The surging internal breath was rampaging through his body disorderly, and if he hadn't maintained a state of demonic power, the destructive power of the internal breath on the internal organs would be devastating.

Fuxiqin is not an ordinary guqin, and only with the power of the soul can the strings be pulled. After three days and three nights of sleepless playing, he had already exhausted all his energy, and his body was now like an ethereal shell, more fragile than glass.

He kept pursing his lips, but he couldn't hold back the rising itch anymore. So he suddenly bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood splattered on the surface of the piano, releasing a gorgeous red peony, which reflected the snow and plum blossoms next to it.

The sound of the piano was interrupted for a moment, and then intermittently sounded. It's still melodious and poignant, but it's mixed with a slight heart-wrenching cough from time to time. With every cough, a little blood oozed from the corner of his closed mouth.

Xiaobai is still in a deep sleep, otherwise how can he endure watching his master's cruel self-abuse?

"Your Highness, please stop...... I believe that the souls of the departed have been laid to rest! "Solstice can't stand it anymore. He has already lost his people, and he doesn't want to lose even His Highness!

Solstice was about to rush over to stop Phantom Night from continuing to play the piano with his life, but was stopped by the little D next to him.

"Let him be...... Little D said to Solstice softly sadly, "He is more painful than death now, and only in this way can he alleviate a little pain in his heart." Moreover, the sound of the qin can cross the unjust souls of the dead and enter the underworld with peace of mind, which is not bad for the souls of the red fox. ”

At that time, Phantom Night's heart was gloomy: Little D, Solstice, you are wrong...... The soul that died because of me will never be able to let go. This is the curse of the demon world against me, as a child of sin. I don't want the fox people to turn into ghosts wandering between heaven and earth, so I use this method to forcibly cross them into the underworld.

His heart was bleeding, but he couldn't talk to anyone. What he bears is the destined punishment of a humiliating and despicable past. So the deeper the depression, the faster the body collapses. It didn't take long for me to cough up blood. The slight dry cough that I endured was more heart-wrenching than a knife that cut meat.

"Your Highness, why are you so ......" Zhidong was so sad that he cried. Before, it was for the death of the fox man, but now it is because of the grief of the phantom night.

The desolate sound of the piano is still intermittent, the sound of the flesh is heartbroken, and the trembling strings seem to be crying and mourning......