At Fei Xiran's Tianjing concert, more than 200 people fainted and 25 died!

This is a fatal outbreak, a fatal accident!

Fixiran is going to suffer, and I expect her to come to me.

Our group waited, and I opened my phone to look at the information on the Internet.

The Internet was full of Tianjing concerts, and thousands of people were discussing Fei Xiran every second.

Paper can't hold fire.

"Brother Li, Miss Gong Er has posted on Moments again." I was looking at it seriously, Wang Dong suddenly spoke, holding up his mobile phone.

I was stunned, but Peng Xiaoqi and Zhang Qiaoqiao immediately stared at Wang Dong with calm faces, they were full of hostility towards Gong Xiao.

Wang Dong was stunned and said with a dry smile: "Two sisters, this time it's not a poem, it definitely has nothing to do with Brother Li." ”

"Show me." Peng Xiaoqi took the phone and looked at it, and read it: "What's going on with the Tianjing concert?" Do you know? How do you feel that it is evil and harmful? ”

Gong Xiao asked about the concert in the circle of friends.

This has spread to the cultivation world.

Peng Xiaoqi saw that it was a matter of the cultivation world, and immediately gave me his mobile phone and let me show it.

You're welcome, I looked at the comments of Gong Xiao's circle of friends.

"Don't the Gong family know? Then we are even less likely to know. —Cangshan Yellow Tiger.

"You have to ask the Taoist friends in Tianjing, mortals sang and killed twenty-five people, how to think is wrong." —Central Plains Gong Loses Good.

"Thank you, you are in Tianjing, and you just came out of the scene. Needless to say, this is a dementor sorcery, and I suspect that there is a dementor that is rare in a hundred years. —Qin Lingchen 22.

Too many people have commented, and it can be seen that the death accident of the concert has also caused a lot of shock in the cultivation world.

Wang Dong also came over to take a look, and nodded to Qilinzi's comment: "This bastard is making fun again." ”

Qilinzi is saying, "A dementor who sings so well? I fell in love with him, and I immediately caught it and sang to him every day. ”

"The unicorn of the diamond seal is not urging?" Someone asked.

"I urge his mother, his mouth is rotten when he reads the "Diamond Sutra" every day, his grandmother's Taiqing person, don't be caught by Lao Tzu!" The unicorn was angry.

I didn't look any further, thinking about the Dementors.

Soul dementors are not uncommon evils, they are more special, they don't eat yang energy, they specialize in eating people's souls, so they are called dementors.

Spirits, on the other hand, usually use strange means to depart spirits, such as singing, dancing, dreams, etc.

"Cultivators still have eyesight, and if they say that they are dementors, then there is a high probability that they are dementors." I had a plan in my heart, and at this moment, the doorbell rang, startling a few people again.

Look at the time It's more than one o'clock in the morning, and the people who come to visit at this time are except for the ghosts.

"Brother Li, she's really here!" Wang Dong snorted, but he didn't dare to open the door, Peng Xiaoqi and Zhang Qiaoqiao were also a little cowardly.

I went to open the door, and there was Fei Xiran standing outside the door.

She is still wearing a black coat and sunglasses, mysterious and secretive.

However, she was emotionally unstable, trembling all the time, and was obviously greatly frightened.

Twenty-five people died, and it was impossible for her not to be frightened.

"Come in." I said coldly and took her into the house.

She took the initiative to close the door again, and then sat on the ground with a trembling body and leaning against the door, her legs already weak.

"Fei Xiran, you are very neat, you rushed back from Tianjing so quickly." Wang Dong plucked up the courage to speak, and there was a wave of yin and yang weirdness.

Tianjing is not far from Shangjing, but Fei Xiran is also quick to rush back so quickly.

"I ...... I'm done...... I'm going to be hidden in the snow...... Why is this happening? Fei Xiran hugged his head and muttered to himself, crying bitterly.

I frowned, she came to ask for help, thinking about her own fame and fortune, which shows that the pursuit of fame and fortune has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"You've killed so many people, and you're still thinking about yourself? I'm really wrong about you. Zhang Qiaoqiao was dissatisfied, and Peng Xiaoqi also frowned.

Fei Xiran continued to cry bitterly, talking to herself: "What should I do? It's all over, and I'm finally ...... today."

She cried, suddenly remembered her purpose, and couldn't help but crawl over to me: "Sir, save me, save me!" ”

I directly shot out a golden light and hit her divine light.

She screamed in pain, and then came to her senses.

"Let's get up first." I said calmly.

Fei Xiran wiped her tears, straightened her hair, regained her aura after the song, and looked at me with a pale face, waiting for me to speak.

"Say, you know what I want to hear." I don't waste time and give Fixiran a chance.

"Don't hide it, you will suffer yourself if you are haunted by evil, is life or fame and fortune important?" Wang Dong was frightened.

Fei Xiran finally spoke, starting with a Taoist temple.

"At the beginning of the year before last, I heard that there was a Taoist temple in a small town outside the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing, which was very effective and you could make a wish. I was in a desperate situation, almost abandoned by my agency, and I couldn't even pay the rent. I went to the Taoist temple with the mentality of trying it out, and it was called Xiaojueguan. ”

"It was empty, and the neighborhood was deserted and eerie. I went in and burned incense, worshiped the Heavenly Master, and then made a wish, hoping that my singing would get better and better, and my career would be prosperous. At that time, I felt a gust of wind blowing and hurried away. When I walked away and looked back, there was a sinister old Taoist priest standing at the door of the temple, which frightened me. ”

Fei Xiran couldn't help but tremble, and the sinister old Taoist priest seemed to have become her psychological shadow.

"And then?" Wang Dong urged.

Fei Xiran squirmed his throat twice and continued: "I have been seriously ill since I returned to Shangjing, I can't sleep well every night, and I will have the same dream, even now, I will have that dream when I am asleep. ”

"What dream?" That's the key, I asked.

"I was in a sea of flowers, and there was a woman singing in front of me, she was dressed in white clothes like in ancient times, and she sang as she walked, and it was so beautiful and wonderful, it was so beautiful that I would sink every night. Gradually, I felt that I was her, that I was singing in my dreams. ”

A trace of excitement appeared on Fei Xiran's face: "After that, my singing skills got better and better, and at the end of the year before last, "Night Sky" became popular all over the Internet. I sang it myself, and I thought it was incredible. ”

I raised my eyebrows, which was too weird.

"You mean, the woman in your dream is teaching you to sing?" Wang Dong also felt weird and couldn't help asking.

"I can't tell, anyway, I listened to her sing every night, and gradually I seemed to become her, and the more I sang, the better it became, and I got everything I wanted." Fei Xiran was still a little excited.

I frowned, I am afraid this is not as simple as a dementor.

The woman in the dream, the voice of heaven......

"Wang Dong, go find the double cymbals, and the suona." I looked at Wang Dong, ready to test it a little hard—I didn't feel that there was an evil spirit on Fei Xiran's body, so I could only test it and see if I could let the evil spirit show its feet.

Everyone was puzzled.

Wang Dong looked dazed: "Brother Li, double cymbals and suona?" What is this for? ”

"Let's assume that the woman in the dream is a dementor, who can sing the sounds of heaven, and that he can make Fisiran injure spirits through singing. Then we will treat her body in the way of others, and give her a great compassion spell, and the double cymbals and suona will sound in unison, and she can't stand it. I snorted.

Several people looked at each other, and Peng Xiaoqi blinked his big eyes: "Eleven, you want to blow suona to the woman in your dream?" ”

"Well, suona is the king of musical instruments, its sound is very unique, and ghosts are fearful. The cymbals are huge, and I used them against the asuras, and they are very useful. "Both instruments are very peculiar, and since the Dementor likes to sing, I'll give her one too.

Let's see who sings fiercely!

"Brother Li, I'll buy it right away, let's have a great compassion spell and send the dementor away with pleasure!"