"No, there's nothing in front of you." One of them wondered.

Song Shu didn't know what to think, and slowly stepped forward, stretching out his hand to explore something in mid-air.

Suddenly!

The hand touched a hard object, cold and smooth, but also as steady as Mount Tai and as hard as a stone.

But as far as he could see, he still liked the open road ahead.

"There's an invisible wall here."

Although it is a bit bizarre, this image is indeed the prototype of an invisible wall.

Hearing Song Shu's explanation to everyone, Lu Meng on the side lowered his head slightly, removing the playful look in his eyes.

It seems that technology has a really big impact on modern people. Don't think about those gods and ghosts, but think about them in a more scientific way.

However, this feeling is indeed very similar to the invisible wall he said.

But...... It's not some invisible wall.

It's just a protective barrier formed by the condensation of spiritual power, in order to prevent others from intruding at will.

This is the simplest protective barrier, and anyone with a little spiritual power can pass through it unharmed.

But...... If you are an ordinary person like Song Shu, it will be more difficult.

Of course, what Lu Meng wanted was unknown to anyone in the venue, and even Song Shu's thoughts now were completely contrary to Lu Meng's.

He now treats the invisible object in front of him completely as an invisible wall, because he has seen it in a certain country before.

Of course, he also learned how to crack the invisible wall.

Among the items brought this time, there happened to be something that could dissolve the hydrogen molecular structure in the invisible wall structure.

Song Shu mounted it on a small and medium-sized launcher and aimed it at the invisible wall and shot it over.

Meanwhile.

Lu Meng secretly swung a piece of spiritual power towards the protective barrier with a snap of his fingers.

But after a while, the barrier broke.

Song Shu tried to probe forward with his hand, and found that there was no hard object to block it, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that it is indeed the invisible wall that is unmistakable.

Lu Meng shook his head, the corners of his lips tugging.

That's it, let that group of people think so, they pay attention to science, and God can't enter the public eye at will, just right, kill two birds with one stone.

After they had walked a little further......

In the silent space, there was a faint sound like a small fragment.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"It looks like someone is playing the guqin......"

"Where?"

The person who said that he didn't hear it, and in the next second, the slightly clear guqin music came into his ears.

He was startled, and a chill ran through his back, and he was terrified.

At this time, all the people heard the voice.

The sound of the piano is long, slowly falling into mourning, lingering and sympathetic attachment but also a cold and thorough coldness.

Lu Meng's eyebrows frowned slightly, the sound of the piano ......

When he glanced up at the people around him, he saw that they all seemed to be immersed in some kind of emotion.

Just like a person who is in a quagmire, the more he struggles, the faster and deeper he falls.

Really.

How could she not be familiar with this tune.

She has practiced since she was a child, listened to it tens of thousands of times, and every rhythm is deeply engraved in her mind.

To put it mildly, she can play this song with her eyes closed.

This piece is called "Broken Intestines".

It was created by the previous god of flowers, and it is said that the tragedy of her life was brought into this score.

I don't know why, but later it became a repertoire before the new god of flowers took office.