In the past, the admiring mountain villa that was full of people and everyone heard the piano art came to it, but I didn't expect it to be shrouded in a fog of resentment and become a dead city.

Ji Guangnian, who looked at the city, felt quite desolate: "I don't know how many people have died in this city, and it has condensed into such a heavy grievance. ”

Mo Xingli frowned slightly: "Resentment is born because of people, but people die because of the soul of the qin; As for the soul of the piano... According to Heiqin, the two are not the same kind, if you guess correctly, the previous life of the soul of the qin is supposed to be from the famous mountain villa. ”

Ago?!

Ji Guangnian looked back, "You mean, the soul of the qin is transformed by the blood resentment of the human soul!" ”

Mo Xing was noncommittal, "That's why those piano players are reluctant to speak out about the things in the city." Since the soul of the piano comes from their famous mountain villa, it is naturally difficult to escape the blame. ”

It seems that if you want to understand the whole story, the only way to find someone who admires the mountain villa is to find it first.

Ji Guangnian frowned, and at this time, the night wind carried a strong smell of blood.

On the side of the deserted street, the lanterns lit under the eaves swayed uncomfortably.

Mo Xingli's face was solemn, "It's so murderous." ”

Ji Guangnian sighed deeply, and his hands unconsciously tightened his shirt.

Mo Xingli looked back at her, "What's wrong?" ”

She shook her head, "The sadness in my heart is even worse, this sorrow is uncontrollable, and it goes straight to the bottom of people's hearts." Brother, don't you feel it? ”

The resentment of the sky naturally disturbs people's moods, and it stands to reason that Mo Xingli's emotions will inevitably be infected, but for some reason, it doesn't work for him......

Mo Xingli shook his head lightly, but Ji Guangnian, who was disturbed by that grief, grabbed his wrist, "Follow me." ”

The two of them drifted away from the night, but the direction of the red mist seemed to be watching every move of the ethereal city.

When all the bloody qi that came out was absorbed by the red mist, the already heavy fog became lighter. Faintly, a woman's sly laughter came from the fog. It's just a blink of an eye, and then it's calm, as if it never happened.

Ji Guangnian and Mo Xing were not far away, and they heard the sound of the piano.

The sound of the song is sad and mournful, and there is also that suffocating and indescribable dullness and murderous intent. It makes people forget themselves, as if they will follow the lamentation in the song and leave this world in the next moment.

The sound of this piano ......

Obviously, it's not the same as what I heard in the night fog before......

The sound of the piano in the fog just makes people want to cry; And this piano sound...... It makes people want to cry but can't cry.

Mourning is greater than dying, this is a feeling of going to die!

"What to do, I'm so sad, I want to..."

Mo Xingli looked at her, but before she finished speaking, the wooden ring between her fingers emitted a light, and then, what caught the eyes of the two of them was Xunmu flying out of the wooden ring.

Mo Xingli: "The sound of the piano confuses people's minds, and looking for wood is a sacred tree, which is different from ordinary magic weapons." ”

Reaching out to hold the wood-seeking pen, Ji Guangnian suddenly felt a lot better.

The two continued through the streets, with more or less corpses lying along the way.

After a short time, he finally found two living people on the side of a river.

Ji Guangnian: "Two..."

Before the word "bit" was spoken, the two of them in the night were already wielding knives to kill themselves, and they fell down together.

"Alas, it's a pity." She sighed and shook her head.

The two of them had walked a few steps, and then they saw another person.

Ji Guangnian: "Here ...... again"

Mo Xingli: "......"

This time, Ji Guangnian, who had learned the first lesson, didn't look carefully, she didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and flew out of the wood-seeking pen in her hand.

The man's sword was knocked down, and he came back to his senses for a moment. He turned his head to look in the direction where the Wood Finder was flying, and when he saw who was walking towards him not far away, his face was immediately replaced by joy.

The young man ran over, "Senior Brother Ji, I knew that we would definitely meet again." ”

Yun Miao Sect costumes, disciples of this sect!

The two of them immediately understood.

"We've met?" Ji Guangnian expressed his doubts.

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