But nearly everyone was exhausted. The common people were "annihilated", and there were not many sober people left in Jun Luanjiu's team. Those who can participate in the battle have long been exhausted by the previous fights. This monster is so huge that it blocks out the sky and the sun, and even the light that comes close to it is distorted. If you get too close, your mind will be interfered with and hallucinations will occur.
Liu Shenghan used blood as ink to create a long barrier in front of his eyes, temporarily confusing the people who were coming. Then, she immediately grabbed Qi Huan's sleeve, and Qi Huan was startled.
Shenghan suddenly asked him:
"Can you play the piano?"
"Slightly, do you understand?"
"That's it."
"Uh-huh?"
Before Qi Huan understood the causal relationship between this problem and the current situation, Liu Shenghan suddenly pulled him aside, and then stuffed the piano that Ao Yan had given her before into Qi Huan's arms. He didn't know what it was yet, but he just felt it was heavy. When he opened the tattered cloth and took a look, Qi Huan was stunned for a moment.
"Hey, this piano is pretty good."
"Play a piece, whatever."
"Ah...?" Qi Huan touched the body of the piano and frowned slightly, "The yin energy of this piano is too strong. Will it shorten your life if I play it?"
With a swipe of his pen, Liu Shenghan added color to the fading barrier, and casually replied: "I don't know."
"Wow, you're going to harm me just after I came back?"
"This is the only way to deal with them. Other than that, we have no choice. I will tell you where it comes from later, but no one knows why it is the weakness of the demon gods."
"Ah, indeed." Qi Huan held the piano and looked up and down thoughtfully, "This piano has a very special power. But to be honest, I really think this thing... will suck people's lifespan. And This piano only has five strings, and all the ones I’ve seen have seven strings, so I may not be able to play it...forget it, let me take a look."
After that, he jumped back with Qin in his arms and jumped to the top of the high wall. He looked at Bai Ya who was fighting against Music Tian, as well as the generals and Ao Yan who were desperately resisting, and their remaining teams - he could count them on two hands. There is no way, since Sheng Han said it is useful, let’s study it and see. He touched the strings and felt that the strings did not look like silk, but hair.
So he picked up a string with his fingertips. The sound of "Boom——" is indeed different from ordinary piano strings.
But it was this weak, small sound that actually attracted the attention of the musical genius. This could be regarded as helping Bai Ya. If he hadn't attracted it at this moment, Bai Ya would have almost been vomited by a weird scream.
It suddenly came straight towards Qi Huan.
"It seems to be effective!"
Ao Yan looked at Qi Huan, who instantly became nervous. Who knew that just trying this would lead to anger? He was a little panicked, knowing that although he knew a little bit about everything, he didn't study anything deeply. If you play the piano, what do you play? And who would play the piano happily on the battlefield, he complained in his heart.
He tried to flick Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu down one by one. Just these few notes alone gave the musical genius a strong reaction. Some sounds made it feel extremely irritable, while others made it hesitate and seem to be afraid. I'm afraid the sound of this piano can cause him considerable physical and emotional discomfort. But just to this extent, it cannot stop it. Its speed was so fast that its lower end almost left the ground, causing a strong wind.
No matter what, life is important.
Qi Huan held his breath and meditated, channeling his spiritual power to his fingertips. The lines on the back of his hand glowed again, looking a little hot. He moved his fingers down, scraped out a sound blade and hit Music Sky. It wasn't a nice sound, after all, it wasn't technically sophisticated, but even so, it still caused serious damage to the monster. Judging from its reaction, it was much more painful than being stabbed by Bai Yaqian.
It let out a whine, which surprised Bai Ya. Most of the time he couldn't get close to the monster, and even if he did, the knife would visually deform when he got close to it. But when he withdrew the knife, everything would return to normal, making it impossible for him to judge where to strike. Even if you cut blindly with your eyes closed, the knife seems to deflect strangely, making you confused. However, can the music from the banjo actually hurt it...or is it just a result of spiritual power?
Qi Huan looked at his left and right hands and thought for a moment. Then, he tried to play a very fast melody with both hands. Many sound blades gathered together to form a colored airflow in the air, which hit the music sky hard and tore a layer of its skin. . This obviously angered it. It shook its head, then slammed it down again, causing chaos in the crowd. Many people were injured, and probably many died. Because when the music sky raised its head, its big horns had become bloody. Something solid is stuck to it...is it a piece of meat?
Qi Huan panicked, and so did the others. It is not appropriate to attack it in such a simple and crude way. If it's just an empty space, there are dense buildings here, and countless people are pouring into the city. He turned around and saw that the "people" were approaching the city, and they had already broken open the city gate just by pushing each other. After all, no one will stop them.
"Think of another way!" Bai Ya shouted at him.
"I'm thinking!" Qi Huan patted his thigh hard, feeling a headache.
Aoyan turned around and asked Liu Shenghan: "Is illusion useful?"
"Faced with such a behemoth, even illusion is too limited." Sheng Han was worried, "Illusion is deception, but first we have to determine which one of the other party's five senses is the most sensitive... My illusion is just a street trick in front of this kind of thing. .”
The general acted cruelly and knocked out one of his important generals with the barrel of his gun. Taking advantage of the breather, Jun Aoyan lamented:
"Is there really no other way?"
"...Yes, but it takes time, and I can't guarantee it."
Hearing Liu Shenghan say this, several people seemed to have grasped at straws. No matter what the price is, as long as there is a way, it is the best way.
"Fuck." Bai Ya was cursing again.
"Just say it!" Aoyan urged her.
"How long can you delay?"
"As long as the method you mentioned works, we can keep delaying it."
Bai Ya didn't know where the confidence came from, but his words were probably filled with emotion. He took a deep breath and waited for Liu Shenghan to say her "unguaranteed" solution.
"Please...foreign aid."
"But who will help us?"
"The six paths are impermanent."
She raised her head, frowned and glanced at Qi Huan on the wall, and then looked at his hands, as if she had given up hope in his piano skills. She explained to Qi Huan:
"But now there is no time or conditions to prepare the formation. I will ring the Huangquan Bell directly, and you just need to play it according to my rhythm. For the rest, no matter what happens, don't interfere, and don't stop your hands."
Qi Huan hesitated, but now he had no other choice but to trust Liu Shenghan. Besides, she wouldn't lie to them.
"Okay...just shake it."
So Liu Shenghan took out the Huangquan Bell. On that magical metal, the crescent moon is engraved, always facing only the human eye, as if it is actually engraved on the human eye. Only at this time can they remember that she is actually Kisaragi-kun.
She also climbed up the wall in two steps and rang the bell. What came from the underworld bell was not the collision of bell tongues, but a whimper that did not belong to this world.
Qi Huan was not confident in his sense of sound. He could only ensure that he knew how to play each note. But it’s useless to regret that you didn’t practice hard back then—who knows what you’ll be asked to use when you’re in trouble? He could only hold his breath and listen to the whimpering melody. It is not traceable like a song, Qi Huan has to identify it by feeling. Several times he felt that he had made a mistake, but Liu Shenghan said, no matter what happens, don't stop. He had no choice but to close his eyes, eliminate all other distractions, and completely entrust his safety to other friends.
Without Liu Shenghan's brushwork, it would have been more difficult to resist those puppets and isolate the sound source. In the end, there were only three people left who could fight, and they were not confident about how indestructible their will was. It is still clear to this day. It is nothing more than roughly knowing the whole story and hanging on with just one breath. They retreated steadily, and were finally forced under the high wall where Qi Huan and Sheng Han were. Bai Ya was more worried that Ao Yan would become out of control again, but it seemed that because Jun Luanjiu was around, she was very restrained. Likewise, all this also limits her performance. Otherwise, these few people would not have been defeated so quickly.
"Young Master Bai should know some magic?" The general suddenly said to him, "I remember that your father was in the ring. In addition to swords, he was also proficient in magic skills. We can't continue fighting, I'm afraid we can only..."
Bai Ya pursed his lips and said nothing. He frowned, not knowing how to answer.
He raised his head and couldn't hear any sound coming from above, and he didn't know when it stopped. The sounds played by the two of them seemed to be completely isolated. Was there some kind of barrier formed? But he shouldn't focus on this now.
"I don't like to use onmyoji. When I was a kid, I thought it was too fancy, so I didn't learn much about it, and my father didn't force me to practice it."
"Your spiritual roots are stable and your aura is rich. You should understand it quickly."
Ao Yan also said: "Don't you think Qi Huan doesn't know how to play the piano? Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
"That's what you said..."
They raised their heads again, but Qi Huan still had his eyes closed, probably not hearing.
In front of them was a dark crowd, almost all with blood on their faces. It may belong to someone else, or it may belong to themselves.
"Onmyoji requires a calm mind. My father says I am too impetuous."
"That's true."
"..."
But even in such a situation, couldn't Sheng Han and Qi Huan calm down? Thinking of this, Bai Ya seemed to calm down a little. Since others can do it, what's the reason why he can't do it? He took a deep breath, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and the residual pungent smell. He didn't like it, but he breathed it out slowly, slowly.
He took a step forward against the crowd, stretched out his left leg, and stirred up a shallow wave of dust. He stepped out with his right foot again, his steps were very light, and his posture was "softer" than what others had seen before, but he suddenly stepped out of a shallow pit. He rubbed the two knives in front of him and turned the blade slightly. The tip of the knife left a faint color in the air and stopped there. The black blade leaves white, the white blade leaves black.
Heaven and earth have not yet opened, and there is no distinction between chaos.
Black and white, sun and moon, male and female, odd and even, hard and soft, black and yellow, heaven and earth, spring and autumn, purity and turbidity, right and wrong, good and evil...
It is called yin and yang.
