The dim stage flickered and dimmed under the illumination of many candles, and the figures on the stage also gave birth to many overlapping shadows for no reason.

The messy shadows fell, showing their teeth and claws on the stage, but they were like ropes, pulling the lotus lamps one by one.

People are like prey to fall into a cobweb.

The struggle is just a prelude to death.

The figures on the stage are singing outdated Yuan songs, as if they are pinning on empty sorrow.

So, what is the wickedness?

Weird, evil, ugly, but also powerful and brutal.

The treacherous, on the other hand, is completely different.

Its power is intangible, and at the same time it is deeper and more mysterious, like the dark sea.

Someone tried to shoot a dart at the stage, but the dart hit the air and fell into the water.

The picture of the water coming out of the stage is real, but its existence is illusory and cannot be captured at all.

This is completely beyond the scope of what people in the rivers and lakes can understand.

The lotus lanterns floated in the water, and the people standing under the candlelight had solemn faces.

And in the rear, some savage infighting and killing continues.

I understand the truth, but for a considerable number of people, when someone else dies, he can live... Even if it was to live one more second, it would be a matter of course.

Such an infighting, even Yue Buqun could not stop it.

In the case that the spirit spirit turned into a candle and burned, and the consumption could not be replenished, even he needed to restrain it, otherwise everything would soon be exhausted.

The lyrics on the stage began to change.

As Modi said.

This is the second fold in the Night Voyage Ship Autumn Thought.

"I want to Qin Palace and Han Que, and I have made grass, cattle and sheep and wilds. Don't worry about the fishing wood, there is nothing to say. The longitudinal grave crosses the monument, and the dragon and snake are not distinguished. ”

Although the words are short, they are sung in a specific tune and tone, but it seems to make people see the barren smoke and vines, and see the thousands of palaces and soil.

At the same time, a huge shadow also shows a trace under the water.

It locked onto the largest candle flame, and then suddenly leaped to its feet in the midst of an increasingly mournful song.

Crash!

Huge water waves, splashing a lot of water.

Yue Buqun's flying sword shot over as soon as possible.

If at this time, there is a target worthy of a battle, then he will feel much better.

But the sword that flew past it was like passing through a layer of mire.

And the slender lotus lantern that piled up the candles by constantly hunting the 'target' turned over in the agitation of the water waves.

The man in the lamp, fell into the water, sank to the bottom.

This time, there was a little less repetition of the song.

Soon, the third fold was heard.

"Cast into the fox trail and rabbit hole, how many heroes. Although the foot is strong and half of the waist is folded, Wei Ye, Jin Ye? ”

This fold is written about the heroic Xuanhe, and its cemetery is also full of fox trails and rabbit dens.

The first two folds are also undertaken.

The atmosphere of sadness and emptiness is like a suffocating net.

Everything in this world seems to have no meaning.

What is the joy of life, and why is it so painful to die?

The so-called fame and fortune, glory and wealth are just fleeting clouds and smoke.

On the stage, there are many more 'familiar' figures for no reason.

"Look! It was the blood slaughter Lian Tianqiao, and beside him was the soul chasing pen Qiu Ling. ”

"Senior brother! It's my junior brother! Didn't he sink to the bottom? How did you get on stage? Could it be that he is still alive? ”

"Brother White! I'm your big brother Qin! If you still have a breath, you should answer your big brother and me. ”

Inside the lotus lantern, many people shouted at the stage.

But the people on the stage were all weirdly numb.

They walked stiffly, settling in some postures and movements, but the stage was richly dressed.

"Heaven teaches you to be rich, don't be too luxurious. There are not many good days and good nights. Look at Qian'er's hard heart like iron, and live up to the Jintang Fengyue. The lyrics have changed again, and this time many people have figured out the rules.

And the wise touched all their belongings and threw them into the water.

As the copper-smelling things were thrown into the water, the candle flame in front of those who gave up their money grew out of thin air, and the increase was different according to the amount of money they gave up.

"Quick! Whoever has possessions is thrown away. A monk shouted, and at the same time took out a string of pure gold Buddha beads from his bosom, and a piece of jade Buddha carved from mutton fat and white jade, and threw them into the water, making a pop, pop sound, as if they were only two stones.

Subsequently, more belongings were thrown into the water.

At first, it was just money, and then some personal belongings were also discarded.

When you find that even if you throw some personal items, the candle will become longer and longer, and this trend will become more and more unstoppable.

When there were no personal belongings, some people began to take off their clothes.

Even the clothes were thrown away, and even the blades that were heavy on life were thrown into the water.

Yang Buregret looked at those who cleaned and yoyo as fast as he could, and couldn't help but say, "Are they really stupid?" ”

"What's the use of a candle growing longer? The purpose of the treacherous is to absorb fear and then kill everyone, even if it is treacherous, it is the essence of it, and it will not change. ”

"Even the weapons have been lost, and if they need to fight next, how will they deal with it?"

Yue Buqun was speechless, just staring at the stage.

"This song, a total of seven folds, has now reached the fourth fold."

"You say, after singing these seven folds, will everything return to its original state, and we will return to Shaomu Mountain, or will we all die in this inexplicable illusion?" Yue Buqun asked.

Yang did not regret it: "Of course they all died here." ”

"As far as I know, all those who come out of the illusion are not waiting for the evil mercy."

"Treacherous! It's treacherous! ”

Yue Buqun said: "Okay! I know! ”

Then he turned his head and shouted to Modi: "Master Mo! We can't let this opera go on anymore! ”

"Do you dare to gamble with me?"

Modi was still a little hesitant, but his only son Mo Da said loudly: "Why don't you dare? ”

Yue Buqun laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of confidence.

In this particularly frightening and frustrating environment, it is like a shot in the arm.

"Then dare to ask Senior Brother Mo! What tune can cut off this decadent, soul-breaking sound? ”

Mo Da said: "As vast as the sea of stars, how many! ”

"Then pick any one!" Yue Buqun said.

Mo Dadao: "Okay! Then the general order will be raised! ”

Then he picked up a piano and took the lead in the tune.

"Senior brothers, junior brothers, what are you waiting for?"

"Could it be that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, and wants to give up the qin to destroy Xiao and cut off his tail in order to survive?" Mo shouted.

Many Hengshan disciples looked ashamed, and some disciples who originally wanted to give up the instruments and blades in their hands in exchange for a long time to survive took the lead in keeping up with the great rhythm.

At the same time, their candles began to burn at an accelerated pace.

On the surface of the water, a blinding glare erupted.

Knock knock...

The sound of war drums rang out, mingling with the sound of music coming from the stage.

Then all kinds of musical instruments were added.

Until the suona is loud and bright, as if it is going to tear through the darkness.

"Ryoma Flower Snow Hair, Golden Saddle Wuling Hao. Autumn frost cut jade sword, sunset pearl robe. Yue Buqun doesn't know how to sing, but this poem is loud and magnificent.

At the same time, Yue Buqun rose up with all his internal strength, swept the sword galaxy, and rose into the air.

He didn't believe that this dark curtain was really heaven.

He didn't believe in this little evil, so he could steal the sky and steal the sun.