Chapter Twenty-Five: The Musical Son
Li Chongyi grabbed my hand, and to my surprise, the sound of the flute outside disappeared as soon as he appeared.
"What are you doing?"
He snorted coldly: "What are you doing, you stupid woman, if I come back one step late, you will be in danger."
With that, he let go of my hand.
"I can't figure out what you're talking about."
The beautiful music was disturbed by him all of a sudden, and he was naturally very unhappy. Seeing my unpleasant look, he snorted coldly at me. I ignored him and turned my head away.
"Isn't the sound of the flute just now very good?"
"Then you don't need to say, I don't know how many thousand times better than your thousand-year-old ghost's voice."
Although he ignored him, the tone of his voice was still the same as just now. He didn't pay attention to what I said.
"The sound of the flute is good, yes. But do you know who the is? ”
His words immediately aroused my curiosity, and the meaning of this was that he knew who was giving the just now, and I asked when I thought of this, "Who?"
"Musical Child."
"Music boy, who is the music boy?"
"The music boy is the four protectors under the Spirit Throne, and the spirit king has four protectors under him, they are the paper-cutting boy, the calligraphy and painting lady, Mr. Pen and Ink and the music child. The one who gave the just now was the musician. The song you just heard is called Soul Leave. It sounds wonderful though. But it does cure man and death. People who hear this song make people feel like they want to sleep, but fortunately I came back in a hurry just now, otherwise you would definitely die. ”
"Didn't you say that the Spirit King, they couldn't kill me? What's more, I still have the Blood Dragon Sword to protect me. ”
"I did say they couldn't kill you, but that's in real life, not in dreams. The sound of his flute can kill you in your dreams. ”
These words shocked me when I said: "Kill me in my dreams."
"Well, the meaning of the song [Soul Departure] is to separate your soul from your body, kill your soul in a dream, and make you a mindless vegetative person. It's good that it's time for me to come back, otherwise the consequences would be terrible and you can't imagine. ”
With that, he grabbed my hand again.
"Ouch, what are you doing?"
"It's not safe here, we need to get out of here."
"When, are you going to leave now?" At the last word, I stood up.
He hummed in the affirmative.
Outside, the sky was not yet dawn, and the moon hung in the night sky with the stars. There was a deserted field under the moonlight. A handsome white-clothed man holding a jade flute was sitting cross-legged in the moonlight.
A cool breeze swept across his face, and his eyes were closed. At this moment, a black centipede was crawling towards him from a distance. He heard something crawling, but he still kept his eyes closed.
Seeing that the centipede was about to crawl in front of him. He opened one eye slightly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then it closed again.
By this time, the centipede had crawled to his feet, but he was still the same as before. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a golden paw stretched out and held down the centipede. Then came the voice of a coquettish woman: "Danger is approaching you, and you don't feel it at all."