Hearing Xie Wenyuan say that I didn't dare, my brain was hot, so I directly grabbed the pillow and lifted it up.

It's very cold to the inside, and a lot of water flows out of the sound space after lifting it. Unlike the badly decomposed corpse, this guitar is in perfect condition, with no traces of rust on the metal strings, metal nails, or headstock.

The shape is the same as the scene of the white pigeon brand acoustic guitar, except that there is no nameplate.

If it was ordinary wood soaked in water for 20 years, it would have rotted, but this guitar only changed color and became black, and there was nothing wrong with it.

I have no doubt that if I had dried it, I would still be able to play the tune.

Originally, I was very afraid and sensitive to the guitar, but after getting it in my hands on impulse, my heart was much more relaxed. There is even a feeling of blood connection, as if this guitar belongs to me in the first place, and I should have been a luthier in the first place.

From the moment I reached for the guitar, Lord Liu watched my movements. Not only him, but everyone else. The string killing made people panic, and Liu Xingxing drowned himself with the guitar, which was very frightening.

It wasn't until I lifted the guitar that they relaxed. To my disappointment, no one cared how I felt when I got my guitar, they just looked at me coldly, as if urging me to leave with my guitar as soon as possible.

I walked out of the curtain and subconsciously glanced back, just in time to catch Liu Laodao's cold and flickering eyes, which made me feel calculated.

It took more than half an hour to ride an electric car from Emerald Lake to my home, and the weather was dry, and by the time I got home, the water on the acoustic guitar was almost completely drained.

When my uncle saw me bring the guitar back, his eyes almost popped out, and his face was panicked like I had never seen before.

"Qin Huan, why did you bring it back?"

"Liu Guan wants me to bring it to you."

"Grass, willow with the wind, this old bastard." The uncle scolded hatefully.

"Uncle, where do you put this guitar?"

"You can't put anywhere!"

What?

As soon as I heard this, I was depressed, and I couldn't help but hold him all the time.

My uncle asked me how it felt to hold the guitar, and I described it to him, and he looked thoughtful.

"The day after tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, before your aunt comes back, don't let the guitar leave, otherwise you will die."

"Why?"

"Have you ever heard of an artifact recognizing the master?"

"Confession of the Lord with blood as written in the novel?"

"Fart, you can only recognize your relatives when you drop blood, and it is useless to recognize how much blood you drop."

Next, my uncle used the analogy of an ancient swordsman raising a sword, and told me in detail about the matter of recognizing the Lord.

Swords, like jade, are often played with to communicate with their owners. It's just that the sword is a killing soldier, especially the sword that opens the edge is inherently aggressive, and some vicious disasters will occur if you often carry it with you.

In order to dispel the anger, it is necessary to perform a ritual of acknowledging the lord of the sword.

Recognize that the main use of yin and yang water, first soak the sword with yin water, the longer the better, drain the water, and the swordsman strokes the sword with yang water clean hands. In this way, the swordsman and the sword will establish a sense of blood connection due to the combination of yin and yang, and will no longer be hurt by the sword's anger.

The so-called yin and yang water, yin water refers to well water or lake water, and yang water refers to rain and dew and sweat on men's bodies, which can only be men.

"Uncle, do you mean that this guitar has already confessed to me?" I asked.

"Hmm. The guitar sinks to the bottom of the lake and has been soaked in the yin water for 20 years, and after it is salvaged, it is the first time you come into contact with it, and you will naturally recognize you as the owner. ”

When my uncle said this, I deeply believe that I belong to that kind of damp physique, and my palms are sweaty in winter and summer, which is equivalent to carrying yang water in my hands.

No one touched the guitar after it came out of the water, and Lord Liu Guan only cut off the two hands of the corpse with his sword, and I was the first person to establish a yin and yang intersection with it, no wonder I always had a feeling of blood connection.

My uncle said that confessing the Lord is only the first step. Not only can I not leave this guitar, but I have to hold it when I sleep. I also want to wipe it with my heart and love it like a lover. Not only that, but I also have to learn to play the guitar, and I will only get closer and closer to it when I use it often.

If I don't, I'll anger it, and I'll be backfired.

"After you recognize me as the Lord, will you kill people again?" I asked.

"It's the guitar that recognizes you as the Lord, how could you recognize you as the Lord." The uncle shrugged and said.

"But didn't you say that the identity of the Tsu was this acoustic guitar?"

"I used to speculate, but now I can basically disprove it. The production of the 魨 is closely related to the guitar, but it is by no means this guitar. ”

Uncle's words are a bit of a scoundrel. Before, he said that the manifestation of objects is the ability of Wei only has it, so Zhang Mei must have drawn Wei out.

Zhang Mei's painting only shows the male ghost and the guitar, the male ghost is not, and now the uncle says that the guitar is not, what is the hell?

"Okay. After the guitar recognizes me as the master, will the sinister come to harm me? I asked.

"It's hard to say this, I can only tell you, if you want to kill you, with my uncle's ability, I can only watch you die!"

“……”

My brother-in-law asked me to bring my guitar upstairs and compare it with the white pigeon acoustic guitar he had bought at Qingfeng Musical Instrument Store. The shapes are similar, but the materials are very different.

The white pigeon acoustic guitar belongs to the folk guitar, the speaker is fir wood, and the strings are steel wire.

And the guitar in my hand didn't tell what kind of wood it was, and all the way home, it was almost drained and very lightweight. The strings were by no means tightropes, and there was nothing outside, and the room was dimly lit, and the strings shimmered faintly.

After repeated comparisons and careful observation with a magnifying glass, the uncle came to a conclusion that this guitar was probably made of legendary ebony, and the strings were really indistinguishable from the material.

Although the identity of the squire is a mystery again, my uncle wants me not to worry too much.

He said that since he was avenging Wang Fang's family, he should not come to me until these four White Pigeon acoustic guitars were used.

For the rest of the day, I followed the method my uncle taught me to maintain the guitar, wiped it carefully, and stroked it like a lover. Maybe it's really because of the blood connection, the more I come into contact with it, the more I like it in my heart.

Although the string murder and the bass E string that almost killed me and my uncle that night left a heavy shadow on my heart, my uncle said that it was all made by the goose and had nothing to do with the guitar.

I also sleep with my guitar in my arms at night and put it on top of my pillow. It's a weird feeling, a bit like a bed sharing between lovers. Although it is not as sweet and joyful as when I hugged Xie Qingqing, it also made me feel at ease.

It is not only the sword and jade that can recognize the master, but most of the commonly used utensils in the world can communicate with people. My uncle said that if I could keep this acoustic guitar after the matter was settled, then I would definitely become the greatest guitarist in the world.

If that's the case, it's going to be a pretty awesome thing.

If I had learned the inheritance from my aunt and uncle, I would have entered the world with a guitar on my back to practice, relying on the magic power of the witch door to save people, punish evil and promote good, and I would definitely leave a legend in the world.

That night I had a dream that I had really become a teacher. Long hair and shawl, dressed elegantly, walking between heaven and earth with a guitar on his back.

There are ghosts and ghosts blocking the way, flicking their fingers and plucking the strings, destroying and annihilating in an instant......

The next day, the case continued to progress, and the uncle had confirmed that the body was Liu Xingxing, and the forensic doctor had officially confirmed that it was Liu Xingxing after DNA comparison and skull model restoration.

The families of the four people involved in Wang Fang's death are also under 24-hour secret police surveillance. In order to avoid panic, they did not let the person concerned know about the murder.

Uncle Xie Wenyuan checked the information of the acoustic guitar in my hand, but found nothing, and no one knew how Liu Xingxing got this guitar. As for the identity of the uncle, he doesn't plan to touch it again for the time being, and everything will wait until the aunt comes back.

That afternoon, two richly dressed women, one old and one young, came to the store.

The older one was Caucasian, with silver hair and deep wrinkles, but his eyes were bright. The young one is a stunningly beautiful girl, fair-skinned, mixed-race, with delicate and three-dimensional facial features, like Snow White in a fairy tale.

When I saw them, I suddenly remembered a rumor in the city of Yuzhou, it is said that the wife of Zheng Weiye, the former owner of the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory, is a Russian woman......