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A rain is expected to fall at dawn.

Wang Shi still didn't dare to move in the slightest, and he didn't even dare to release his spiritual sense, so he could only wait quietly in danger.

Waiting for no end in everything seems to be still, as if being banished into an endless void, it can become eternal in an instant, ordinary people can't bear this kind of torment, even Wang Shi's nerves will not be able to bear the weight of this dead silence.

The door was pushed open again, and the wind rushed in, and the shadows reflected by the candles were going crazy, long and short, like a group of priests dancing wildly.

It was the same man as before, only this time he stood at the door, did not look around, and said to the empty house, "Come out." ”

There was no response except for the wind.

The person who came seemed to smile, found a chair and sat down, put the candle on the table, as if he had returned to his own home, and said casually: "I admire you for being able to sneak here, not for your strength, but for your courage." ”

Wang Shi still believed that the other party had not found himself, so as long as he continued to remain motionless, he should not be noticed. But even if there is a slight disturbance in one's breathing or heartbeat, it may be noticed.

The visitor seemed to be smiling and began to tap the table rhythmically with two fingers. It seems to be a tune, but it's just a fragment, and it's being struck over and over again.

"Why, don't you want to come out yet, are you going to hide there all the time and dry it at the end?" said the man who came with a smile. "It's just that I'm bored, so I might as well come out and talk. Even though you are a thief, as long as you put down what you have stolen, I will not do anything to you. A thief like you is a good thief. ”

The rain started to fall.

The wind was strong, but it was a drizzle.

This drizzle is like a group of dancers who keep their smiles under the stormy waves.

And the shape of the wind is decorated by the rain to reveal it, like a ghost who wants to break through the cage.

Such a thin rain, even if it falls on the gong, does not make a sound, and moistens everything on the ground.

"It's raining, it's already the fourth watch, and now it's dawn on the fifth watch, it's dawn, and it's hard for you to walk in black. "The people who came didn't stop banging on the table.

Sometimes people's expertise in a certain aspect will become a disadvantage, Wang Shi's ears are very sensitive, so every trace of sound can be heard clearly, especially the sound of his fingers hitting the table.

At first, I didn't think it was anything, but then the rhythm of the percussion was connected to the rhythm of the heart, and at first it followed the heart, and then the heart beat with the rhythm of the percussion, and as long as the rhythm of the percussion was faster, the faster the heart beat.

Wang Shi has inadvertently fallen into the other party's spiritual arts! There are no strange things in the world, and spiritual skills have been developed for an unknown number of years, and the spiritual skills of killing opponents by sound have been invented a long time ago, and there are even many strange spiritual arts, but Wang Shi has not yet experienced them.

It would have been nice if there had been a torrential rain at this time, the noise of the rain was loud enough to drown out the sound of the knocking on the table, but now it was a drizzle, and even the sound of the wind was rounded out by the drizzle, and the knocking sound was even more pronounced in this quiet house.

"Since you don't want to come out, I won't force you to come out now, this is not a place to use force, we might as well listen to the sound of the rain outside the door, it is also a good choice to have someone to listen to the rain together, one person is too boring. ”

The person who came continued to bang on the table, but in the same tone. The performer is immersed in this tune, and the soul has long since detached from this body, as if it has entered another world, a heaven with only music, and the body involuntarily shakes with the rhythm.

The gentle sound of the rain is the best accompaniment to this rhythm, the rain mellows the violent wind, and the sound of the rain mellows the repetitive tune, making it fuller, and it sounds more like a piece of music than a piece of the song.

Wang Shi's heartbeat was completely out of his control, even if he used his spiritual power, he couldn't forcibly control it, unless he let his heart die. If this continues, Wang Shi will definitely be killed by the other party, and the other party only used two fingers.

The only way now is to stop listening to the knocking and think about something else. But Wang Shi's ears are very sensitive, and now there is only the sound of percussion, even if he thinks about other things in his heart, he will be pulled back by the percussion sound, and finally the whole person is immersed in the percussion sound. This percussion sound has become countless silk threads, firmly binding Wang Shi's heart, Wang Shi has completely lost the initiative, and can only be slaughtered.

This spiritual technique is too weird, it makes people unguardable, killing people invisibly, and what is even more terrifying is that people have no power to fight back, so they can only be slaughtered by others. If this kind of spiritual technique is used against a group of people, it will be more useful than the strong people of the Qi Sea Realm. Just imagine if nearly 100 people were to fall for this kind of spiritual magic and die strangely in this rhythm, such a scene is simply terrifying.

The performer was intoxicated, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Today's performance was a success, and his tune has improved again, and after this progress, it will be a breeze to kill the people of the Nine Dan Qi.

The performer knew that Wang Shi was hiding in this house, but he did not know where he was hiding, and he could not capture the slightest trace of him in that way. And the performer will not do the work of rummaging inch by inch, and he will not do such laborious things that do not reflect any wisdom and emotion. So he started banging on the table, and the sound alone was enough to kill Wang Shi.

The tapping started to get faster, and the sound became denser and denser, like the rain outside.

Wang Shi's heart began to beat violently, and the blood around his body began to flow rapidly, if he continued like this, Wang Shi would die in less than half a cup of tea, but he had no way to stop this, and now he jumped down and exposed himself to die faster, and with the strength of the performer, it would probably only take one move to kill himself.

The drizzle came and mellow the percussion sound was no longer enough, so the percussion began to be angular, began to rub against each other, began to become dense, began to become noisy. And Wang Shi's heart also jumped to the limit, and he died after just a few breaths.

The performer had already discovered Wang Shi, and from the moment the sound of percussion held Wang Shi's heartbeat, he found Wang Shi hidden on the beams of the house. It's just that he didn't watch it, he was just obsessed with his own performance, after so many years, it was rare to have a chance to break through, so he naturally had to appreciate it, as for Wang Shi, he was just a clown who jumped off the beam, as long as he repeated a tune, he would definitely die.

Wang Shi really has no choice but to do anything! He doesn't know anything about music and rhythm, so what can he do to fight it? Wait, he doesn't know anything about it? The eldest brother once said this about himself! By the way, when Shizun played the flute during the Qingming Festival this year! What was Shizun playing at that time? Shizun's tune at that time should have ......been like this!

The drizzle was still drifting, and the percussion was so noisy that it seemed as if everything in the world had twisted and turned into a tune, winding and tearing indiscriminately.

At this time, Wang Shi returned to Qingyun Mountain during the Qingming Dynasty, the breeze and drizzle, the sound of the flute came from the mountain, stopped, listened carefully, as if it had become a wisp of breeze.

The player's smile had overflowed all over his body, and the performance had reached the extreme, and countless things in the study exploded in an instant, all of which turned into powder.

The player got up with a smile and walked out. He was already convinced that Wang Shi would definitely die, the sound of his heartbeat had completely disappeared, and the rest of the matter was not his business.

A little thief, he doesn't care at all, the important thing is that the small piece of "Funeral Requiem" he got many years ago has finally improved, and it is a happy thing to say at such an important moment now. However, it is a miracle that this thief was able to hold on to the end, I am afraid that the thief's cultivation is at least nine ranks, but these are no longer important.

"Second Alliance Master!" the guards outside saluted to the performer.

"This is the eldest brother's study, go in and clean up, there is a dead man on the beam, and he also cleans up, and the things on the dead man's body are handed over to the eldest brother. Everything that is destroyed is replaced with a new one, exactly the same as before. The performer said a few words, then smiled and disappeared into the drizzle.

"Yes, Second Alliance Master!"