Without hesitation, Qiao Yongfeng used the ghost domain to coerce everyone into breaking into Wenqing Building directly.

At this time, the hall on the first floor of the original Wenqing Building has been arranged to look like a concert will be held, and there are lights everywhere and banners hung up.

But the corpses on the seats added a bit of horror to the scene, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

Su Zhaoyue first looked at the high platform where a large number of Chinese instruments were placed, and dozens of people were sitting in front of each instrument.

And several of them are familiar even to her.

Chen Feng, Xu Li, Wang Xisheng, Sun Qiyuan......

It is the messengers on the first floor of the post office today.

But at the moment, their eyes were glazed, there was no expression on their faces, and they looked numb as if they were a corpse.

They all have various musical instruments in their hands, as if they are always ready to perform.

And Qiao Yongfeng and the others couldn't help but be a little frightened when they saw this terrible situation like a tragedy in the world, and then they were extremely angry.

The purpose of the existence of the post office messenger is to secretly stifle the supernatural and protect the peace of the world.

They have always regarded this as their mission, and they are naturally angry when they see this scene.

Immediately, they looked at the two people in the center of the high platform.

The two wore long-sleeved robes, one black and one white, similar to the shape of a violinist that can only be seen in ancient paintings, with masks on their faces, and a word engraved on their chests.

One is the "horn", who is playing the flute in his mouth, and it is the terrible flute sound he blows that almost kills the ordinary people in the entire town.

One is "Zheng", and in front of him is a lute, and his fingers have been tapping on the strings, as if waiting for something.

Su Zhaoyue's heart moved, it seems that these are those two musicians? Was the letter in her hand meant for one of them?

"You're two living brutes! Do you know that killing so many people is bound to suffer God's curse? Qiao Yongfeng asked with a thunderous sound.

Seeing that the two of them were indifferent, Qiao Yongfeng snorted coldly, "Everyone, wait for me to do the right thing for heaven and kill these two thieves!" ”

Immediately, a yellow mist spread along with the clear rain, which was Qiao Yongfeng's ghost domain.

Another messenger uttered a mournful lament, as tactful as the cry of an ape or the grief of a cuckoo, which could make anyone feel sorrowful.

Yellow Mist Ghost Domain.

Clear rain.

Song.

For a while, the original flute sound was suppressed.

It was the three supernatural that attacked Su Zhaoyue at the beginning, but it may have become much more powerful because of the anger of Qiao Yongfeng and the others.

Obviously, the messengers wanted to test the foundation of these two musicians first.

Just the "sign" that tapped his finger on the strings of the pipa still didn't move, and his body was as stiff as a corpse and unresponsive, as if he didn't care about such a supernatural attack.

The "horn" on one side moved, and he exhaled two words in his mouth.

"Nanlu!"

On the high platform, a man moved, and he stroked the guqin in his hand.

The feeling of being in a deep valley and a dark cliff emerged in everyone's hearts, and the leisurely sound of the piano was perfectly integrated into the original poignant flute sound when it appeared.

For a while, it neutralized the bleak taste in it, creating an inexplicable artistic conception of loneliness, turning into a picture of rich Qingjiang enveloping everyone in it, and swallowing the spirits of the messengers by the way.

"Damn, what's the joke?" Su Zhaoyue couldn't help but be a little shocked.

The original concert scene in front of me changed suddenly, and the seven messengers and Su Zhaoyue all appeared by the nameless riverside.

The sky was cold and rainy, and it was dark. Strange cliffs on both sides are towering, strange forests and dead trees. During this period, there is a Qingjiang River shrouded in cold and cold fog, vast and vast, and the sky is in a trance.

Transform the environment with meaning and end the scene with sound.

Su Zhaoyue saw a cold wind blowing through the cold fog net on the river, and a small boat floated in the middle.

The two sat opposite each other, and one of them suddenly sang:

river water and west wind,

The river flowers turn red at night.

Divorce is a flute,

Blowing through the chaos of Shandong.

The terrible pathos turned into an astonishing supernatural attack and attacked them, and several people couldn't help but cry for a while.

Qiao Yongfeng controlled his expression and turned to look at the other messenger. His ghost domain was suppressed for a while, and he could only rely on his teammates.

The man he was watching nodded, and suddenly there was something more in his hand as he flipped his hand.

Su Zhaoyue, who was fluttering in her wedding dress, also looked at him in her hand, and it was a small trumpet.

He put the horn to his mouth, and a mournful song came out of his mouth again.

The rest of the messengers don't seem to have the supernatural powers of the music, and it is difficult to compete with the musicians head-on.

The poignant singing voice spread quickly through the mouth of the horn, and Su Zhaoyue couldn't understand what it was singing.

But I saw the song echoing in the air, and in an instant, it turned into countless terrifying echoes, which were stirred up layer by layer into an amazing sound wave and washed out.

The artistic conception began to show signs of collapse.

At this time, the "corner" in Wenqing Tower seemed to notice something, his eyes under the mask moved slightly, and he called out again: "Gu wash!" Lin Zhong! ”

The two figures on the high platform moved again, one of them beat the gonghou, and the other beat the copper drum, which seemed to be very tacitly cooperative.

The sound of gonghou and drums, as well as the previous flute and piano sounds, began to subtly combine with each other over time, as if they had merged into the prototype of an unknown piece.

The sound of the piece was not high at first, but it was cleverly not assimilated in the wave of singing blessed by the strange horn, and even swam in the wave like a fish that was extremely nimble.

"Damn, my singing can't limit his tunes." The man said with an ugly face.

With the appearance of this music, the whole artistic conception not only did not collapse, but changed greatly and became magnificent.

Heaven and earth are wild, and the stars are like falling.

An eternal river is surging endlessly, crossing countless mountains and crossing hundred-foot-high cliffs, precipitating history and legends, accumulating the majestic power of time, and becoming a great poem praised by heaven and earth.

They were on the edge of a storm like a fierce snow, and the crash of the waves on their faces made people feel painful.

The music grew more and more high, and even began to cancel out the layers of supernatural singing in an incomprehensible way.

Here it comes.

Su Zhaoyue said secretly in her heart.

In the lonely wilderness, a faint voice sang like wisps in the boat:

Outside the Jingmen, come and travel from the Chu country.

The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness.

Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built.

still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat.

When the voice sounded, the Messenger's song was broken. The hearts of all the messengers sank, for it meant that they had lost in the head-on paranormal battle.

But the faint singing did not give them more time to think, and the terrible attack that was many times more terrifying than before immediately befell everyone.

"Yunjiao!" Qiao Yongfeng glared at the first female messenger who fell to the ground, she was also the weakest of the few.

Qiao Yongfeng struggled to resist the attack, took out a wooden box from his pocket, tore open the yellow paper attached to the seal, and a piece of Chinese medicine containing a supernatural aura was revealed.

In the original novel, the Chinese medicine shop seems to have been mentioned.

Qiao Yongfeng immediately gave it to a female messenger named Yun Jiao, and her condition recovered, but she was still unconscious.

"Miss Su, it's time for you to make a move." Qiao Yongfeng said, because the only ghost rider who was still standing safely was Su Zhaoyue.

Although they have many means, they are all unable to face such a horrific attack at this moment.

The rest of the messengers could only passively resist the terrorist attack, and only she calmly looked at the scenery in front of her, as if she was thinking.

The scarlet dress of the wedding dress was rolled up, and Su Zhaoyue had already moved.

Break the border!

Her eyes were as sharp as a knife for a while, oozing a surging cold light.

Wudi took a step forward, and pointed at the sword to shoot out a burst of fiery blood that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

On the high platform, the "horn" that was originally playing the flute suddenly discovered something, and the flute in his hand began to crack at some point, and the crack even increased with time.

Not only the flute, but also the guqin, gonghou, and copper drum involved in the performance all showed amazing cracks, as if they would be broken in the next moment.

As a result, there was a mistake in playing the perfect music, and the next moment, I was forced to stop playing.

Qiao Yongfeng and the others saw a flower in front of their eyes, and found that they had returned to Wenqing Building again.

Artistic conception.

Completely shattered.