At this time, the throat suddenly became sweet - the blood silkworm that could not be distracted was taken away by someone. Shen Fengming could vaguely see Guan Sheng dancing for such a victory, thinking that it was the first time he could control a blood Gu. And the moment he finally reached the side of okra, there was only a sharp pain that penetrated deep into his heart, and only a string of deep blood spilled, dripping from the corners of his lips uncontrollably.

What can I do when I return to her? Shen Fengming didn't know. Or — he actually knew — he couldn't do anything. Forcibly waking someone trapped in an illusion will only make her more and more frustrated, and the only way to do that is to wait for the thing that caused her to fade on its own. But—now that she's into her own illusion, the magic sound is emitted by her own mental power, and she can't wait for any result, only—forty-nine souls are broken, and she won't rest until she dies!

Poisonous blood dripped on the body of the "Seven Directions", making a slight "snort" sound, but the okra was unconscious—the magic sound did not weaken in the slightest. Shen Fengming could feel that the poison that had just been manipulated was dying one after another in this short period of time, like a string of bubbles that had been crushed by a huge force, and even the high-spirited blood silkworm seemed to have been frightened - "Divine Dream" has reached the extreme, how can a little blood silkworm be spared?

Guan Sheng, who had captured the Blood Gu, soon discovered that something was wrong, and the overwhelming magic sound turned into visible from an invisible net, like a huge and heavy thing that took directly from the body and mind, forcing people to swell and burn inside. Whether it's the Black Bamboo Society, or the Illusory Realm—none of them can escape. Even the torches were so oppressed that they were about to be extinguished, and the Gu people became faint and weak, not at all the brave appearance they had before.

"It's you......" Shen Fengming heard Okra muttering in her lips in her dream. "Okra," he hurriedly called her name, but Okra's expression immediately turned angry: "It's you!" Bursting syllables trembled out from under the double qin, almost knocking Shen Fengming down—her gaze was staring at nothingness, not talking to him at all.

- It was he who asked her to promise herself not to be distracted. She really wasn't so distracted that she lost her whole body and mind in hallucinations. All he wanted was for her to hear him for a moment—but her brow was darkened, and all the reflections in them were in chaos.

"That's enough, okra. Shen Fengming reached out and pressed her strings. But at this time, Qifang was preoccupied with okra's thoughts, and before his palm was completely covered, a huge force had already shocked him away. When the sleeves are lifted, the "bone" is exposed from under the wrist. A déjà vu dazzle seized him—as if at some time, somewhere, he had experienced the same crowd of enemies, the same demonic madness—and he had even held the same dagger, with the same powerlessness and weakness, and stood ...... beside her.

Is this an illusion? Is it that he can't resist "Divine Dream" and enters the hallucination, otherwise, how could there be such a strong panic, confusion, fear, and grief suddenly pouring into the body and mind? But—those clear and concrete and subtle—the mottled blood stains oozing from the seven orifices, the strange remnants of the seven strings—he looked at the okra, and her face was still as beautiful and cold as when he first saw it, but he vaguely seemed to know—when this beauty and coldness were finally swallowed up by the nightmare, what kind of mottled and strange it would be to remain in this reality!

He trembled and pulled out the "bones". That's not an illusion. That's memory. All the details that he had never wanted to recall in the past eighteen years were awakened by the sound of the piano at this time. Everything – just a reunion between the past and the present.

"I ...... I seem to understand. He silently looked out of the shadows of the longing trees to the barely visible sky, as if he was also talking to the person in the hallucination in his heart, "At that time, I didn't understand why you had to ask me to recite the ancestral precept of 'Holy Blood' again when you were leaving. You said that the Holy Blood has a memory, and that all the pains I have encountered, it will be remembered for me and will help me in the future. I thought you were afraid that I would be too upset to comfort me like that. I thought that pain can only be pain forever, and loss is always loss. Can ...... now I see what you mean. ”

He clenched the dagger tightly with both hands, "She promised me, she could do anything, but I—now as long as she lives." ”

He gritted his teeth, raised the sharp blade in his hand, a line of thread, and cut the strings of the "seven directions".

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The one from eighteen years ago, she didn't have "seven directions". Eighteen years ago, it sounded in Remnant Town, and it was not a complete "Divine Dream". But no matter what kind of piano or what kind of music, the scene of going crazy and falling into fantasy when the mind is stirring is so similar. Take the piano away or stun people - Mo said that Shen Fengming couldn't do it back then, and even if he could, he knew that he couldn't really pull her out of the illusion. Only the way of "breaking the sound" can solve this illusion.

He was still young, and he didn't have to think about "breaking the sound", and the only option was to cut her strings with the dagger in his hand.

- It was an easy way to say, but he didn't do it.

- not until she died.

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That year, Shen Fengming had already memorized all the things about Ling Yin proficiently. He always remembered that broken strings were extremely damaging to the player. Even though he knew that she was already in a hallucination, he still had a little bit of luck, and he felt—how could he ?—— and not believe it in a dream, and think—how could she abandon him like this, and die in a so-called dream that he could not even imagine? More importantly, he was not sure—he was still a child, how could he know that it was only the strings of the piano or her heartstrings that was cut by this knife? How could he inflict such and even potentially fatal injuries on the nearest and dearest?

The simplest things are always the hardest. Not so much thought, not as much sanity - he just instinctively couldn't hurt her.

- Like any child in the world who does not want to hurt his mother.

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Even if they are not children, not many people in this world can take such a risk—to take the risk of taking or killing their loved ones with their own hands. Shen Fengming failed to do it eighteen years ago, and the situation after eighteen years will only be more dangerous than back then. The piano player has never broken the strings like a broken soul, not to mention the "Seven Directions", not to mention "Divine Dream". When one string is broken, it is already difficult, and what if the thirty-nine strings are broken?

He never believed in the so-called fortune, but sometimes he couldn't help it. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have seen that the six veins were still destroyed and the seven strings were broken, how could he choose to cut off the seven directions with his own hands now.

Every break is a heavy thud of "琤", and every sound is a heavy blow to the okra's chest. Shen Fengming knew such pain—but no one could bear it for her.

"If she escapes today," he whispered to someone, "I will tell her that it is another man who survives in exchange for her breath...... Out of one's wits. ”

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The magic sound weakened—like a wind that faded into a breeze, and then into nothingness. The battlefield was silent, and even the Gu people fell to the ground without making a sound. He was still kneeling on the ground and muttering to himself.

The double piano was destroyed, okra's body slowly weakened, and there was no longer any kind of spirit. Shen Fengming followed her, "How are you?" He seemed to be more prostrate than her. Okra looked at him with bright eyes that had just woken up, but she could remember all the details clearly.

He was a little scared. She looked too sober all of a sudden, like her mother before she left him.

She stretched out her hand, but grabbed a bit of Shen Fengming's shirt. "You...... Listen to me, I'm not...... I'm not...... It can't be done," she said eagerly, explaining what had just happened, "but...... But...... Is it a matter of ...... He was the one who hurt my master, and he was the one who ...... Hurt my master...... Lonely all his life. I...... I just want to...... Avenging my master......"

"You have taken your revenge. Shen Fengming didn't want her to say too much at once, like her mother's insistence before she died. He had already guessed that the illusion of okra was deliberately lured by Guan Feizhi - he never knew the old relationship between Guan Feiyu and Du Ruoyun, the ancestor of okra, and he never expected that Guan Feiyu was not ignorant of the details of the magic sound. Guan Fei used things related to Du Ruoyun to arouse Okra's mental turmoil, and how much Okra values his master, how can he not be desperate. It's just that Guan Fei didn't expect this move to set himself on fire - just because the full-spectrum "Divine Dream" played by the okra pair of pianos is not an ordinary magic sound, and he was already struggling when he was injured, how can he bear it, but it is just a way to play with the same end, but it may - lose more people's lives.

"I'll take you down. "He wants to help the okra up. But the hand that grabbed the placket of his shirt was released. He felt her body sink down. She closed her eyes, and between his bosom, she lost consciousness.

If it weren't for the fact that she could still hear her slight breathing, Shen Fengming's heart would almost not know how to place it. It is said that under the loss of the meridians, even the pain will be numb—she may not know her situation, right? She may not know that it was he who broke her strings—but only think—that she was defeated in the battle with Guan Feisu, and was cut off in all directions? She would not have thought that her strength might not be able to be saved, so in this moment of soberness, she only said such a sentence—that word that was eager to defend herself, as if—as if he really would blame her and despise her.

"Okra ......" he hugged her tightly. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad at this moment. He rejoiced that her breath was calm and that her life should be all right, but he was sad that she had done what she had promised him, and that he had promised her, but he could not.

If you woke up and I wasn't there, would you ...... Angry at my deception?

However, even without me, there are enough people in this world who can protect you.

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Jinghui is probably the one who has recovered the fastest after this magic sound. She responded to Shen Fengming and okra landing, and was instructed by Shen Fengming to immediately treat okra for internal injuries.

Shi Zhijian was still in a coma, and although Ouyang Xin and Wu Tiantong were awake, they were far away, and their eyes were a little dull looking here.

Shen Fengming knew that they might be the same as himself, remembering the nightmare of the remnant sound eighteen years ago.