The same scene happened in the side hall where Zhu Beichen was.

A circle of gossip carousels appeared in front of the eerie relief.

Han Qingxin's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to Qijian and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Also stunned was the fat man, with a fat mouth in the shape of O, and said: "What are the special effects of the movie, and what are the next special effects?" ”

Zhu Beichen didn't say anything, but cast a puzzled look like the two of them.

Shichima explained: "It is a gossip wheel, and the meaning of each hexagram is very complex, and it can cover everything in the world. There may also be a temporal and spatial factor. Do you remember that thing from before? He looked at Zhu Beichen, referring to the kind of creature that pretended to be Zhu Beichen, "Before he disappeared, he said a term, sand buried the ancient city, and now whether you are ready or not, you will be involved in the ancient city." ”

Out of curiosity, everyone went out nervously and approached the turntable.

Zhu Beichen recognized the words on the turntable, blurted out: "It's a golden text, an inscription engraved on a bronze vessel." ”

But, what do they represent, or what do they want to express? Zhu Beichen couldn't guess that this kind of text was really weird, and he never explained it, because it couldn't be explained.

Even the ability to comprehend Jin Wen is as if it is nothing.

The light emitted by Jin Wen was sacred and treacherous, attracting the attention of several people, and at the same time bringing a strong deterrent shock.

Suddenly, the gossip wheel inexplicably spun at high speed, and the golden characters moved vividly between the hexagrams.

The sudden pain hit everyone's minds, and a strong whirlwind with high temperature blew on the face and body like layers of heat.

The fat man's fat facial muscles were blown almost deformed, and he muttered laboriously: "I~ My head hurts so much, my skull is about to explode." ”

Han Qingxin also had a painful expression on his face, stubbornly supporting his body and roaring: "It's like thousands of insects have rushed into my head, and they~ they are gnawing at my brain." ”

Looking at Shichima again, he deliberately suppressed the expression on his face, but judging from his clenched fists, his current body was not very comfortable.

Only Zhu Beichen looked at the three of them puzzled: "You guys, are you all right?" I feel so relaxed, nothing at all. The heat swept through his body, taking away the chill in the burial chamber, but it made him feel very comfortable, and he did not feel the slightest discomfort.

The fat man endured the pain and scolded: "You are not human, that light Nima's ~have~ problem, it seems to be stabbing our souls, how can you be fine." ”

Beads of sweat hung on Qijian's face, and at this time, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and green tendons appeared on his exposed skin, "He is already a dead man in numerology, how do you think he will react." ”

The intense pain was beyond the limits of everyone's patience, and the fat man could no longer hold back and complain, and rolled back and forth on the ground with his head folded in his hands.

At this time, an ethereal sound of the piano came into their ears, and several people thought that there was a hallucination, how could anyone be playing the piano under the ancient tomb hundreds of meters deep.

Because of the pain, several people lost the ability to think further.

Only Zhu Beichen still had the leisure to listen attentively, and said in surprise to Qijian, who still had a trace of sanity: "Qijian, you listen, it's the sound of the piano." It must be July. ”

He couldn't tell why he was so sure, this guqin sound seemed to have a magical power, and the more he listened to it, the more pleasant it sounded.

But Qima reluctantly responded: "It's seven laws and nine strings, this kind of timbre is a soul loss spell, and it is used to disintegrate the soul." ”

What the! Soul disintegration? How could July play such a sinister tune at this time. Zhu Beichen couldn't figure it out, but he knew the extraordinaryness of this song when he heard the name of this song.

Qijian was a little unable to bear it, squatting on the ground and leaning against the wall: "This song is very poisonous, and after a long time, people who hear the sound of the piano will die of their souls." ”

Although people do not die immediately, they will become a vegetative person who has lost their souls, so it is called a lost soul, which means to disintegrate from the soul.

What the Seven Men didn't know was that the Soul Curse was a type of the Seven Laws, not a nine-string sound. It is a flute song performed in July by playing the guqin.

Oh, Zhu Beichen understands that the reason why he is not affected is related to his life. When I first met Qijian, he pointed out: Your life lamp is extremely weak.

As a result, he is the only one who will not be affected by this tune.

But what should they do, it's really like what Shichima said, isn't it a moment's work, and they're all going to die? Thinking of this, Zhu Beichen couldn't help but worry about it, and silently pinched a cold sweat for them in his heart.

I wanted to do something, but I found that I couldn't do anything.

The seven-rhythm and nine-string sound that can only be mastered in July, the legendary divine song that has been circulated among the witch clan since ancient times, what can I do?

Suddenly, the fat man, who was rolling on the ground, stopped, turned to a frightened face, and muttered to himself in a frenzied voice: "Orangutan, monkey, monkey, orangutan." ”

Zhu Beichen was puzzled and said: "What kind of orangutan monkey, fat man, are you stupid." He hurried over to help the fat man, and as soon as he touched his body, he felt a shiver all over his body, which was a physical reaction from a high degree of panic.

For a while, a sense of desolation and loneliness of endless years hit, Zhu Beichen really felt the desolation implication, and his whole body was shocked.

The real experience of having no breath of life, the long years are like a film review screen in front of you.

The absurd land, the strange vegetation, the strange rocky peaks, all kinds of scenery exude a death-like atmosphere.

What the hell is going on, how do I feel so uncomfortable in my heart, so my faith has disappeared at this time, and it makes people have peerless thoughts.

It's the sound of the piano, and it must be the soul curse that Shichima said is doing something.

Han Qingxin's facial expression was different from that of a fat man, she was holding on to a stone pillar with a calm face, but there was a confused look in her eyes, and she didn't know what the scene was in her eyes.

By the way, what about the seven rooms, Zhu Beichen was afraid that the seven rooms would disappear quietly, so he hurriedly turned his head to take a look.

Shichima's reaction was normal, he was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and his mouth was muttering sentences in an orderly manner, like a scripture.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhu Beichen in a daze.

"Oh no, we should be Chenshi now, I don't know where we're going next." He faced Zhu Beichen, and what he said was more like communicating with people in the air.

Zhu Beichen said: "I don't even know what time it is. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the guqin floating in his ears suddenly stopped.

The whole hall was silent, and occasionally there were a few moans from the fat man.