In the quiet early morning, the sound of the ocarina is particularly crisp and bright, revealing the slightest wisps of cold and pathos.

After listening carefully to two or three sentences, I realized that this was a famous ocarina song - "The Original Scenery of Hometown".

When I was in high school, I was under heavy academic pressure and pressure, so in order to relieve my inner depression, I would listen to some light music every night before going to bed, such as cucurbit, saxophone, ocarina, etc., which were the three instruments I loved to listen to.

And "The Original Scenery of My Hometown", I never get tired of listening to it. The beautiful and tactful melody and the quiet and far-reaching artistic conception make people sink into it, forget their worries, and feel at peace in their hearts.

Before the ocarina sounded, the sound of another instrument came from the north, which was deep and low, and the song was "Daughter's Love".

Its timbre is somewhat similar to the sound of the ocarina, but when you listen closely, it is slightly muffled, like an ocarina with its throat blocked.

As the voice came bleakly and desolately, I suddenly thought that this was Xun's voice.

When I was in junior high school, there was a music teacher in our school who was proficient in musical instruments, and once, she took an oval gray-black instrument and played a part of the "Chu Ge" for us, and then told us that this fat and drumming ancient instrument was called Xun.

The music teacher was quite young and pretty. Therefore, her appearance and words are still deep in my memory.

Sister Yun and I looked at each other stunned for a moment, and we didn't know what was going on. Then they got up together and went out to see what was going on.

When I arrived in the courtyard, I only heard the sound of a flute coming from the south.

However, the sound of the flute is not clear and melodious, on the contrary, some of the piercing ears appear to be resentful and sad.

When I walked to the locust tree, I saw that on the small slope, there were already more than 20 villagers with dazed expressions.

The day before yesterday, the people who were crazy have calmed down a lot of anxiety and panic, and although it is difficult to integrate into the current world for a while, they will not go crazy again.

Yesterday's terrible events have not been settled, and a new wave of weirdness has been set off by the river.

The nightmare is like a sudden cold spring, which never goes out to the depths of the soul of every villager.

Looking far away, on the east and west sides of the river, the east side is full of blue colors and green trees, and a few birds that have escaped from the skyrocketing fire are carefully coiled on the branches, whispering softly; The west side was full of devastation, withered and black, bare black tree trunks and stacked pieces of ash, dead in the bright and brilliant spring light.

In the black and inky black, the smell of death is shrouded.

Fortunately, the tragically ravaged creek has returned to its usual clarity. However, it no longer wants to sing a song of ding-dong-dong. Its heart may have perished.

Tears rolled down the faces of the villagers.

To the north, a group of police officers have been rushing down the slope one after another.

Aunt Qin stared at her tiptoe a few times and asked, "Is that girl on the small bridge in Hexi my family Fangfang?"

The third sister squinted, shook her head a few times, and shouted loudly: Aunt Qin, it's Fangfang.

"Ah," Aunt Jean screamed, and ran crookedly towards the bridge.

It's puzzling how a young kid who has never studied music can suddenly play an instrument.

Yesterday, Aunt Qin had lost her beloved son, and Fangfang had no father. If this little granddaughter has a good luck, how can Aunt Qin explain to her son underground?

Several police officers were afraid of the accident and wanted to stop it. It can be seen that Aunt Qing, who is extremely uncomfortable, is eager to think about the flowers on the bridge, so she protects her left and right every step of the way, and runs to the bridge together.

The villagers behind him had already been frightened by the various murderous things they had encountered in the past two days, and they wanted to stop and wait quietly. But seeing the heroic police officers in a circle before and after, inside and out, and unable to control the drive of curiosity, they first followed the officers in groups and ran to the small bridge.

A villager pointed to the northeast of the river and asked in a low voice: Look, everyone, is that person Uncle Erbao?

Everyone's hearts were reamed by crab claws, and they hurt inexplicably.

After careful identification, the person standing in a rape flower field in the northeast, blowing Baixun, was Uncle Erbao.

"The person who plays the white flute in the southeast, is it Haohao?"

Haohao's gaze was already fixed on everyone, but his eyes were unblinking, and there was no life in his pupils.

Gradually, in all directions, there seemed to be seven people playing white musical instruments.

The sound of the flute is cold, the sound of the piano is dashing and long, and the sound of the guzheng is sad and lingering......

The sound was a sad and gloomy cry at first, and the longer I listened to it, the more I felt like there were countless ghosts and ghosts, crying and laughing.

The warm sun and the wind on the riverside became empty and silent in the endless music.

These wails, like the wild songs of yin ghosts, lingered in everyone's ears.

Everyone, although they had listened to it with cold bodies and numb skulls, listened attentively and fascinated.

When everyone came to Huahua in a trance, she was still intoxicated with the carnival of playing the ocarina.

Aunt Qin angrily snatched the ocarina from Huahua's hand and fell viciously to the ground.

With a "bang", Bai Sensen's ocarina broke and shattered into several pieces, and scarlet blood splashed out of it.

Everyone present was terrified when they saw that strange musical instrument, and their spines were cold.

As the ocarina shattered, the mournful music that surrounded everyone's ears diminished a little.

Huahua let out a "wow" and cried with extreme sadness.

A few uncles and aunts grabbed a few steps, held her in their arms, and persuaded her softly.

Aunt Qin, who was getting angry, hugged Huahua while crying, and asked softly: Huahua, what are you doing by the river early in the morning? Scared the nurse to death.

Huahua babbled and waved her hand, everyone was confused, and Aunt Qin was puzzled.

A police officer took out a pen and notebook from his pocket and handed them to Flowey amiably.

Huahua took the pen and notebook, squatted on the ground in a hurry, and quickly wrote a paragraph: Last night, my father stood in front of my bed and told me to let me play a tune for him on the small bridge to bring back his wandering soul. I said I wouldn't, and Dad said just blow it. This morning, I sneaked back from school and saw a pile of white ocarina on the bridge. I put the muzzle to my mouth, and as soon as the sound sounded, my fingers flicked involuntarily. In front of him, his father's smiling face also appeared.

Aunt Qin took the notebook, glanced at it a few times in a hurry, and was dripping with cold sweat and frightened, and staggered backwards. Fortunately, there are many people, no matter which way she falls, there will always be someone who will help her up steadily.

A police officer picked up a notebook that had fallen on the ground and glanced up and down, the blood on his face fading sharply. The corners of his lips quivered, and he stammered: This ...... It's not ...... No way.

Everyone took a cursory look at the contents of the book one by one, and couldn't help but feel their hearts beating wildly, and their faces were like ashes.

"The Conjuring?"

What a superstitious absurdity.

Most people thought it was incredible, and a few muttered: Could it be that the ghost of the baby lingers and wanders around the village?

A teenage girl, innocent and scheming, her words are by no means groundless.

It is easy for people to believe in ghosts, but they can't.

Aunt Qin stood up, clenched Huahua's hand and said, "Huahua, you said that if you blow the ocarina, you can see your father?"

Huahua nodded with tears in her eyes and a firm face, and two lines of clear tears slid down her face, washing her immature petal face more delicately.

"Ahh