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"Woo~" In the midst of the horror, a sound of Gu Xiao came from the space not far away.

Whimpering, crying like a complaint, giving people a deep sense of sadness.

Ling Feng was extremely curious, and subconsciously walked in the direction where the voice came from.

That Gu Xiao's voice is really good, which makes it easy for people to indulge and integrate into the realm of music. It's just inexplicably sad and desolate, even like the music played by a lonely soul in a previous life.

Through the vicissitudes of time, through the haze of the years, it is full of charming ancient rhyme.

Ling Feng was thinking, what kind of person can play such a beautiful movement, making people want to forget themselves, and live in Gu Xiao's music like that.

Rustling..

Stepping on the withered yellow leaves of the Ant Emperor, he approached the source of the music little by little.

Eventually, an old village appeared in sight, dilapidated. Broken earthen walls, fallen thatch, and decaying wooden stakes......

This ancient village is so large that it must have been inhabited by many people at one time.

But now, all that remains is a desolate shell, filled with a swirling mist.

There are also souls who have nothing to rely on.

They're floating around.

As the music rang out, the blank color in the depths of these lonely souls and wild ghosts weakened in an instant. They quietly stopped around, listening to Gu Xiao's words.

The music is like the spiritual symbol of this ancient village.

The souls of the dead sat quietly, some leaning against the side of the village, some holding their children and listening quietly. There is no noise, no impetuousness, no more dazedness......

Even the arrival of Ling Feng was ignored.

At a distance of about ten zhang from the person who played Gu Xiao, Ling Feng stopped. He sat on a rock and listened quietly to the story told in the music.

Many, many years ago, there was a village where there was happiness and no sorrow, no sorrow. The people here are hospitable, the people here are unpretentious, and the people here love life, love life, and have no quarrel with the world.

However, the good times were short-lived.

Twenty years later, a traitor in the village brought the devil from the outside world. So, those devils launched a frenzied robbery, slaughter.

They killed a lot of people and robbed a lot of treasure. The men of the village fought with the devils, and finally reluctantly drove the demons away.

However, it didn't take long for them to bring more people, more strong people.

That night, rivers of blood flowed,

That night, no one was spared.

That night, the carefree village was reduced to ashes......

Ling Feng didn't know what the scale of the battle was back then, but he could vaguely guess how many points. These remnants of 10,000 years are still full of resentment and anger, which shows that they were very strong in life.

At least a god-king level battle!

The person who gave the was a woman. Ling Feng couldn't see her appearance, but he saw the perfect silhouette, full of gloom.

The pale blue dress, dragged on the ground, set off her like a proud princess.

The souls of the dead listened quietly, and a trace of sadness began to appear on their calm faces.

As time passed, that sadness turned into hideousness.

Their faces, directly distorted, were filled with endless resentment.

Even one of the figures, looking up to the sky - roared, "Kill, kill!!"

The hoarse tone sounded endlessly frightened, and at the same time, it was extremely painful.

The woman's musical attainments are obviously very terrifying, and the song never ends, but it fully mobilizes the emotions of this group of dead souls.

And in the sound of that music, Ling Feng faintly felt that the power of his artistic conception had loosened a little.

In the dark, I realized a wonderful artistic conception, the music of death.

He suddenly became endlessly curious about the woman who was giving the, and couldn't help but step forward to see the other party's face.

Step by step, it approached.

An increasingly cold and terrifying aura descended towards the oppression, and there seemed to be endless souls roaring in the void.

When I came to the woman's side, the air around me was faintly frozen.

Ling Feng didn't care, but reached out and stroked the other party's long hair that was floating in the wind.

The woman seemed to notice something, and turned her head.

Rumble!

The first thing that caught my eye was half a beautiful face, which is rare in the world. The appearance of the fairy falling into the mortal world makes people have endless admiration and love.

However, when the woman's entire face was turned, Ling Feng's whole person was taken aback.

The other half of the other party's face has no appearance to talk about, only endless hideousness and evil. It was half, the face of the devil.

Half angels, half devils!

But it's natural.

How so?

Ling Feng looked horrified.

The woman seemed to see Ling Feng as well, and she didn't have the slightest timidity, but instead showed a faint smile.

That smile turned out to be full of endless tenderness.

Immediately, his lips opened and closed, and a soft voice came out, "You're back?"

Rumble!

Boom Boom Boom !!

When this sound came into his eardrums, Ling Feng's whole person was like a heavy blow, and he took a few steps back sharply.

Poof!!

Then, he spit out a mouthful of black blood. 、

The woman's voice seemed to contain endless attack power, which wanted to penetrate his entire body.

You're back!!

Who's back?

Ling Feng only felt that his mind was extremely disordered, and he was already a little unable to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and he was a little unable to recognize himself...... The vague memories are becoming more and more difficult to sort out.

He stepped back step by step, only to feel that the world was too terrible.

That Qianying, but stood up in a panic, staring at Ling Feng in disbelief, his face was even full of concern, "Fenglang, what's wrong with you?"

The further she went, the more intense the curse power in Ling Feng's body became.

There is also endless death qi, which is also wrestling, eroding his flesh and blood.

"Don't come here!" Ling Feng snorted softly, and hurriedly sat down in place, hurriedly controlling the injuries in his body.

As if she had guessed something, the woman never came closer, but her face was still full of eagerness.

That kind of care is definitely not pretended.

Ling Feng couldn't accept it at all, he only felt that he was in a dream, and he didn't wake up at all.

What does the so-called Fenglang mean?

What does this dead land have to do with him?

Why would a woman who had been dead for 10,000 years smile at him? Could it be that she belonged to this world, this village?

No, absolutely not!

Ling Feng's mind was struggling fiercely.

He knew that once he accepted the facts in front of him, it meant that there was no such person as Ling Feng in the world. In other words, he is just a lonely ghost, a dead soul that has been dead for 10,000 years!

Thundered...

In an instant, Ling Feng opened up his memories of the grave keeper. Suddenly, he remembered a lot of things. I want to talk about "The Peerless Immortal Zun of Huadu" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~