The reputation of the violinist is also spread in the demon world. The monsters were bold, and even worse, they followed him into the palace to listen to him play a song to the emperor's generals. The luthier was initially unconcerned, but the problem was soon revealed - the yin qi in the court was getting heavier and heavier. Originally, the location of the capital was favored by the Onmyoji, and there were not many objects to deter demons and monsters. However, due to the disrepair of many utensils and the erosion of feng shui, the spiritual power gradually weakened. In addition, there are a large number of monsters that can't stand the comings and goings, and the inside of this palace is much cooler than the outside. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were all men with heavy yang energy, which is just that, but some palace ladies are always sick, and no one cares. But one day, the queen couldn't afford to fall ill, which caused an uproar.

The emperor's favorite person is sick, so naturally it must be thoroughly investigated. From the doctor to Mr. Yin and Yang, they were all invited. The queen's body is weak, and she doesn't like to get sick on weekdays, and a disease is a serious illness. But the doctors couldn't find out what was wrong, and the reason was that a respected onmyoji told the emperor that the demonic energy inside and outside the palace was too heavy, and unclean things were always coming and going here.

The so-called anger is red-faced, and the emperor ordered to kill all the monsters in the entire capital - all of them. Even if it is a hundred miles outside the city wall, there must be no armor left. Whether it's a family of onmyoji or a farmer who farms the land, whether it's a notorious monster or a petty thief, as long as you can hand it over to prove that you killed it, you can receive a reward according to merit.

People went crazy all of a sudden.

Some monsters are simple, and some monsters are cunning; Some youkai are kind, and some are vicious. But people are different, the same person can greet each other with a smile at one moment, and draw a knife at the next moment. Everybody is hypocritical, everybody loves money, everybody wants too much for survival or greed. When this seemingly weak group unifies the stakes, the demons and monsters are no longer scary.

Even if you flee to the wilderness, it is useless, and humans can always chase them to the ends of the earth. The monsters of the other cities have also suffered, and there is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape. Eventually, the surviving yokai flocked to the hill behind the violinist's courtyard and pleaded bitterly.

No matter how famous the pianist is, the artist is still not allowed to interfere in politics. The emperor's decree is unquestionable, and there is no way to resist, and the violinist has no choice. But while he couldn't stop others from hunting them, there was another way.

He hid them.

All this, as rumored.

The enchantment of the sound of the piano enveloped the entire courtyard, gradually spreading, covering from a small back hill to the street in front of the courtyard and the dense forest behind the mountain. People can no longer find any yokai and no bounty. But the sound of the piano could not be stopped, otherwise the terrifying demonic aura would betray their hiding place in an instant.

The luthier hasn't stopped for a day and a night. The thin calluses on his hands were worn out, and his face was as pale as this fluttering snow. His lips were chapped, and a monster fetched water for him, urging him to drink, but he didn't move like a statue, as if he had become one with the ground, only his hands were still jumping, and he didn't dare to let go for a moment.

The sound of the piano continued to come from the luthier's house. Strangely, people gathered at his door, but the door was so locked that even two of his subordinates could not open it. The girl also stood outside the courtyard wall with the crowd, worried. Only she knew what was going on, and she was deeply concerned about the safety of the luthier and the monster.

Until he was summoned in the palace, the sound of the piano did not stop, and the luthier did not appear.

The youkai is still alive. He was always by the violinist's side. When they spoke to him, he did not answer. All the youkai know that the luthier is blaming himself. But aren't they the ones who break the rules and break into the human territory? No matter what you say, the sin should not fall on the head of the luthier. But disobeying the holy decree is an absolute thing to lose your head.

No matter how people shouted outside, the luthier did not leave.

The youkai in the house unite and strengthen the protection of the courtyard with demonic power. No matter how the soldiers pounded the gates, climbed the walls, and dug tunnels, they could not sneak into the violinist's courtyard.

But this is not a long-term solution.

The luthier hasn't stopped for three days and three nights. His face turned pale, and the blood of his fingertips soaked the strings, staining them red, dripping down the surface with each tremor. The heavy frost and snow of the wax moon covered him, but the piano was clean. There was a youkai cooking, and he clumsily brought his chopsticks to his mouth, but he just shook his head and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

One of the strings suddenly broke, and an eerie tone came out. But the voice was fleeting, and few people noticed. Keys that could not be played, he filled in with tones on other strings, slightly modifying the score. No one felt strange, still indulging in the melodious and ethereal melody.

It was suspected that it was not the luthier who was playing, but a youkai. No one can play the piano for three days in a row without stopping, and there are different opinions for a while. But there was no demonic energy coming out of this house, and even the best onmyoji in the palace couldn't detect the slightest flaw.

The onlookers outside the courtyard walls walked in waves and waves, and the soldiers on shift changed and changed. The girl still comes every day. After listening to the gossip, his family persuaded her every day not to let her go out and take that risk. Naturally, she didn't listen. Although nothing major has happened, the girl's father and mother still send people to follow her every day. Although she was uncomfortable, even if she came alone, she would not be able to enter the yard of the luthier. She knew that the monsters were all coming over the back mountain, and she didn't dare. First, the soldiers must have tried, and second, the accompanying subordinates will definitely tell their father and mother, and they will never let themselves out again.

Is that youkai really in there? Will he miss himself? Will he be safe with the luthier?

She didn't even know what his name was.

The luthier hasn't stopped for seven days and seven nights. His white hands were gone, replaced by two blurred clots of blood. The sharp strings peeled off his fingers little by little, the skin opened open, and the veins were broken. Blood fell on the snow like a dot of red plum. The monsters knelt beside him, weeping, wailing, and pleading. The violinist remained silent and did not dare to relax for a moment.

There were only three strings left, and the luthier stared silently into his fingers with a blind eye. The string broke again, and the heartstrings of the youkai seemed to break with it. They were too scared, afraid that people from outside would attack them, and even more afraid that the violinist would fall down suddenly and couldn't afford to sleep.

People say that the luthier must be dead, and that the one who plays the piano in it is undoubtedly a youkai. But more people say that it is the soul of the luthier. The imperial court sent many people who were proficient in the Yin and Yang Dao to requiem them, attracting many deceased. The dead knew about the luthier and deliberately took advantage of the night to do evil to frighten the living. The girl was locked up at home by her parents and was not allowed to go out again. She wanted to go in so much, to cook for the luthier, and for the person she liked the most. She also wanted to learn to play the piano, find a way to take over the work of the luthier, and find a way to attract the person who fell in love with her. She couldn't, and any faint sound would be swallowed up by the luthier's music.

Ethereal and melodious.

The luthier hasn't stopped for nine days and nine nights. Where it should have been hands, there was no blood, no flesh, and the white bones of the forest danced on the strings, as light as a dragonfly dotting water. The dried flesh frozen by the ice and snow was firmly glued to the surface of the piano, soaking through the wooden board of Jin Sinan. The monsters also lay in the snow, quietly by his side, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

Only the last string remained, and no one knew how he used such a hand, how he used such a piano, to play that incomparable sound.

The youkai would occasionally rejoice, glad that the girl was human, and that they wouldn't be as terrified as they were. Other than that, he probably didn't have much affection for the girl anymore, and that didn't matter anymore. Even everyone knows that the future no longer exists for them.

Led by this monster, all the listeners knelt down beside him, as if worshipping a statue of a god.

The luthier is a god.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The last string broke.

God died at dawn on the tenth day.

The moment the barrier vanished, darkness swept through the unprotected courtyard. The terrible silence of the mansion under the sudden silence, the indescribable emptiness and loneliness occupied everyone's hearts. Before more doubts struck, a strong demonic aura erupted, and the ghosts and ghosts walked like a hundred ghosts at night. Their faces were hideous, like bamboos, like fireworks bursting out in the silent night, scattered to distant places.

People did not dare to approach the mansion destroyed by the demonic spirit, only the girl took advantage of the chaos to escape from the mansion and rushed to the back mountain like crazy.

There is not a single yokai, no koto, and no remains of a luthier. Only mottled blood on the snow.

The luthier is taken away by the yokai, but the youkai are nowhere to be found.

As if she had lost her soul, she was dragged home in a daze. was scolded by her parents and beaten up, but she didn't react. The family said that she was evil and wanted to ask someone to see her. But only she knows that there is no cure for the disease of lovesickness.

After that, many years passed.

Under the arrangement of her parents, the girl is going to get married.

It was also a cold winter wax moon. The night before, she had made a miraculous trip to the place where the luthier had lived. The house had been abandoned for many years, and no one dared to use it, so it was hung there. Taking advantage of the night, the girl quietly passed through the dilapidated house, and as if hallucinating, she heard an unforgettable melody coming from the back mountain.

She saw that the luthier was really there.

But the violinist's sleeves were very long, and his hands were not exposed. There were no strings on the piano, he just carried a piece of wood on his back, as strange as a coffin board. She suspected that she was dreaming and rubbed her eyes.

Although the luthier couldn't see it, he knew that she was coming.

"He's gone." The violinist said quietly, and she heard a little regret, "He changed my life and is no longer there." ”

"What?" The girl took two steps forward, "You really are...... But, that, that's ......."

She was speechless. She wasn't surprised that the youkai had made such a choice.

She's just full of regrets.

A few years ago, on the day the barrier was shattered, the youkai fled far, far away with the luthier's qin and corpse. His affairs are spread from one to ten, and almost all the world knows about it in the demon world. There are monsters who know some so-called resurrection techniques, but they are naturally some crooked ways. The power of belief is powerful, powerful enough to sustain the existence of gods and even create ghosts.

All the youkai are praying for him to bless him, praying for his soul to return to his body. Tens of thousands of wishes were conveyed to the violinist's remains through witchcraft and formations, opening his eyes. But he still couldn't see, not even hear, and couldn't move.

So, the monster sacrificed himself.

Repaying kindness is like revenge, and no one can stop it.

The pianist couldn't bear it.

"His soul was reborn in the south. But that's not him anymore, so ......"

The girl suddenly turned around, took a step, and left the place without looking back.

The girl had never been far away, had never seen the world, and had been cheated of money. Coupled with her weak body, she fell under a smiling tree on the way, her soul and the aura of the flower intertwined. The girl became a flower demon, but she could never leave the place again. She had to wait, wait for that person's birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation, and wait for him to live and live until he came to her.

She never knew what that monster was, what it was called, or where it came from.

In this life, he was reincarnated.

The surname is Rin, and the name is Shanhai.

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