When Qi Luoling came back to her senses, she carefully recalled the words that the man in white had just said. She seemed to remember his bits and pieces of www.biquge.info and seemed to mention the soul of music. But she couldn't accurately grasp the implication of his words.

At a loss, Qi Luoling raised her head and looked at the meadow again. Yes, he seems to have mentioned the tenth ring, the outermost ring of the totem, which is at the end of the meadow. Isn't the end of the meadow the Nameless Tomb where my maternal great-grandfather is buried? Could it be that the tombstone is the Divine Gate of the Soul of Music mentioned by the man in white?

At this time, a light drizzle began to fall in the sky, and the air became unusually humid.

Qi Luoling walked to the nameless tomb, squatted down, and gently rubbed the tombstone. A strange feeling welled up in her heart, as if she felt like her soul had been in the tombstone all along, as if she had never left this place.

Qi Luoling found a thick, sturdy broken branch in the nearby forest. One end of the broken branch is sharp, like a sharp shovel head.

Qi Luoling walked to the grave again, this tombstone may not have a body at all, but buried something unknown - music, musical scores, or memories? It may seem strange, but this intuition is unusually sharp and direct.

Perhaps it was the continuous light rain that made the soil on the surface of the tombstone easier, but Qi Luoling didn't take long to dig with the branches, and it didn't take much effort to show the edges of the wooden box in the yellow dirt.

Qi Luoling dug down hard, and as expected, there was no coffin in the tomb, so there was no body, nothing, except for the wooden box.

Qi Luoling gently brushed away the dirt around the wooden box, revealing the original yellow vein. Despite being buried underground for so many years, the wooden box looks very well preserved and shows no signs of decay, as if it had been buried yesterday.

Qi Luoling opened the wooden box, and the wooden box had three things. A sheet of music, a severed hand, and a few sheets of paper full of text.

The appearance of the severed hand surprised her. She took the severed hand out of the wooden box. It was a severed hand, as if it had just been cut from a human body, and the incision was intact and smooth. If you look at it from the artist's point of view, the shape of the severed hand is very beautiful and perfect, with long and thin arms, slightly convex wrist knots, well-defined bones, slender fingers, smooth and flat nails. Except for a huge butterfly birthmark on the upper arm, this severed hand can be called perfect. Qi Luoling stared at it for a long time before putting the broken queen back into the wooden box.

The pages of paper filled with text were placed on the outermost part of the wooden box. Qi Luoling didn't want to read the content of the paper now, at least not here. Without thinking, Qi Luoling took it out, folded it, and put it in her pocket.

It's time for the most important thing, the second score of the devil's sorrows.

The score was placed in the innermost part of the wooden box, which looked neat, and Qi Luoling couldn't wait to take out the score from the wooden box. Unexpectedly, the seemingly intact score instantly shattered into powder in her hand, and a gust of wind with a drizzle blew through, and the score disappeared.

Qi Luoling was stunned, watching the score she had been looking for for a long time disappear like this, and there was no trace at all. Depression, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions came back to her.

After a long time, Qi Luoling sighed heavily, closed the lid of the box, and buried the wooden box under the tombstone again. With that done, she walked back to the Blaceno Manor alone.

When she walked into the Blecheno Manor, she was exhausted and exhausted. Mrs. Carolina stumbled out of the villa and came up to her to ask her where she had gone. Qi Luoling waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to speak. At this point she was too tired and just wanted to get some rest.

In the bedroom, she couldn't wait to collapse on the bed. The music in the score, the two movements of the devil's sorrow, came together in her mind, breaking through the shackles of her mind and changing her consciousness.

At first they resemble a small river, trickling and flowing gently, but with the continuous influx of branching waters, the drop of the high mountains and flat lands gradually forms a large river with rough waves. The roaring waves continued to expand in Qi Luoling's consciousness, eventually swallowing up all of her consciousness.

Qi Luoling lost herself, lost consciousness, and fell into a boundless slumber......