Throughout the ages, countless celebrities have tried to use the dongxiao to portray the ultimate pathos.
Someone is leaning on the railing alone in the deep night, using the past in his mind to feel the vicissitudes of life, things have changed and people have changed, and he plays "Severance of Love".
Some people regard the broken swallow in the sky as the ghost of an old friend. They lose their mind and stagger, and fall asleep drunk. In their sleep, they hold the cave flute and play "Qin, Se, Shengxiao".
Someone heard the drums playing in the ancient temple in the bloody dusk. He picked up the cave flute and played the extremely desolate "Broken Ancient Temple" to this broken world.
Some people were about to burst into tears of bitterness. A song called "Flower Burial Song" was played along with the flute, which made Lin Daiyu stumble and seem to be in a daze. She escaped from the compound with tears streaming down her face.
So many people have tried to express their inner sadness and sadness with the dongxiao.
But the power of mortals is too difficult to touch the underworld that represents sadness.
Dongxiao, who is equal to King Yama, may have personally experienced all Lu You's experiences and seen all the sadness in the underworld, so he possesses the most desolate and sad power in the world.
Qin Jue had never learned the Dongxiao, but when he played the first syllable.
Well!
That syllable is like the mute sobs of a tortured person lying limply on the ground. The tone is cold, but completely cold. It penetrates the human ear, as if the heart is immersed in this despair and stops beating.
Then came a succession of syllables.
The sound was like a bone-chilling heavy rain.
Unable to hide, unable to escape, being attacked by the heavy rain until I lost my soul.
Even the tens of thousands of troops who had withdrawn from Nanhai City turned back at this moment, staring blankly at Nanhai City that seemed to be shrouded in the sound of despair.
It doesn't look like a human city anymore.
And like, inside the dead tomb, there is a tormented soul wailing in despair and helplessness. The sound is so captivating that it moves people so deeply that it makes people unconscious without realizing it.
Mr. Wang, who was far away in the capital, suddenly broke away from the soul-stirring funeral song, touched his face, and unexpectedly felt two muddy old tears.
Mr. Wang was surprised. Just one syllable of a funeral song actually made him shed tears without realizing it. The power of this funeral song was too terrifying?
"Turn it off quickly!" Mr. Wang immediately ordered.
I'm afraid that Nanhai City's funeral song will affect humans.
After all, in the past, it was said that forbidden songs created by humans with the help of gods and demons, such as [Black Friday], [Red Wedding Dress], etc., had led to cases of people committing suicide.
Sometimes, syllables can make humans feel boundless fear and despair, causing them to lose all desire for life and throw themselves into the arms of death.
"All city links to Nanhai City have been closed!"
"Seal all information in Nanhai City!"
"Block Nanhai City!"
"Order everyone near Nanhai City to evacuate fifty kilometers away immediately!"
Mr. Wang, who had personally experienced several syllables of funeral songs, immediately realized the seriousness of Qin Jue's playing of the dongxiao.
Sound is equal to all creatures with hearing!
If Xiao Sheng can deal with Locust Buddha.
Wouldn't it be easy to kill humans?
And the speed of sound propagation is sometimes unimaginable.
In the past, light propagation technology was a new technology that Daxia was proud of.
But now, it has become Mr. Wang's biggest worry.
If the voice of Nanhai City spreads, even if the official personally bans it, many people may die.
On this day and at this moment, all network signals across the country were instantly interrupted, and everything seemed to be back to the time when the strange recovery had just begun.
Fortunately, this time, the capital issued a notice on the maintenance of optical propagation base stations, which did not cause panic among the public.
Mr. Wang has always been the old man behind Qin Jue, handling the hidden fuses for Qin Jue.
In Nanhai City, tens of thousands of troops received an urgent order to withdraw fifty kilometers immediately.
But in fact, the officers here have seen the most terrifying scene.
After hearing the funeral song played by Qin Jue, many soldiers became dejected and extremely depressed, as if they had lost all desire to live. The nearby comrades were so frightened that they could only tie them up quickly.
These people are so suicidal!
At this moment, Chen Feng looked at Nanhai City, his eyes completely filled with fear.
There is the funeral song played by the King of Equality Yama. Where is the place where mortals can touch it?
Soon, the area around Nanhai City became deserted, with only Qin Jue's funeral song constantly echoing.
Also because of the horror of the funeral song, no outsiders dared to watch this battle, and the West and SARS quickly cut off contact.
This battle is no longer known to outsiders.
No one knows what the final battle between Qin Jue and Locust Buddha will be like in front of this funeral song.
Everyone is waiting nervously and anxiously.
At this moment in Nanhai City, Locust Buddha was already feeling the pain.
Even though the soul is an insect, an insect also has the emotions of an insect.
All that appeared in its mind at this moment were images of food.
Something had taken away all its food.
And it is like the little locust at the beginning. It can only tremble in the face of a strong enemy, hiding in the soil, leaves, and grass without daring to move. It can only watch its favorite food being taken away by the strong enemy. , and then was brutally destroyed by powerful enemies.
It can't do anything.
It still has to be watched.
A sense of hopelessness.
Filled with Locust Buddha's mind.
The Locust Buddha covered his head and screamed in despair.
Those tawny eyes that looked like gods and demons were no longer indifferent at this moment.
Qin Jue played the funeral song of Ping Pingyan, King of Yama, while quietly staring at the Locust Buddha.
Did you hear that.
This is the funeral song played for you.
In this mourning song, you, a bastard, should sink into the pain.
Reminisce and get caught up in the painful memories.
Wave after wave of memories attack, making your soul disintegrate, making your body despair, and making you feel the same pain as me...
Locust Buddha heard it.
I heard my mother's call.
In that lush green wilderness.
It saw its long-dead mother.
Open your arms to it.
too bitter.
This world is too bitter.
Follow Mom, she will take you to a place where there is always food.
The Locust Buddha was confused. The mother in front of him was so familiar that he couldn't tell the difference. He even forgot that he was the Locust Buddha and that he was punishing and harming the humans under him in Nanhai City, Daxia.
Let's go.
Go to a place where spring flowers are blooming.
Go while you're still warm inside the egg.
There is always rich food there.
Locust Buddha walked towards his mother step by step.
In fact, the Locust Buddha has no concept of his mother at all. He only listens to the words that there will always be food there. This is a fatal attack on him. Whatever he lacks when he is young, he will eventually make up for it when he grows up.
However, the mother died again and turned into a puddle of yellow-brown mud.
The Locust Buddha howled in pain and promised to go to a place where there would always be food.
Why did you lie to me?
