After early morning, a pleasant flute sound suddenly came from a distance.
The sound of the flute is sometimes high-pitched, sometimes melodious, and the melody is breathtakingly beautiful, making people mesmerized when listening to it.
The sleeping woman and child heard this sound and slept more soundly.
The man was awakened by the sound of the flute.
They got up sleepily and looked around in confusion. Their minds went blank and they were unable to think independently.
At this moment, they have only one idea in their minds, and that is to pursue the sound of the flute.
This seemed to be an order that they could not resist.
Old Man Li was also controlled by the magic power of the flute sound.
He stood up mechanically, walked forward, walked out of the room, walked out of the door, and came to the street.
When he came to the street, he discovered that he was not the only one, almost all the men in the town were walking like ghosts like him.
Old Man Li subconsciously realized something was wrong and wanted to resist the order in his mind.
However, just as he was about to resist, the volume of the flute suddenly increased, and his sense of resistance was instantly suppressed.
He continued to move forward with the large army.
Finally, the team arrived at the end of the town.
At the end of the town, the air was filled with gloom and fog, making it difficult to see what was ahead.
The sound of the flute came from the mist.
If you look carefully, you will find a man hidden in the mist, dressed in white, playing the flute hard.
This man is none other than Bai Wuchang.
Bai Wuchang led this mighty team forward and soon arrived at the wild temple in the deserted mountains.
"Master Pixiu, they have been brought here. Please enjoy their Yang Qi." Bai Wuchang said respectfully.
The figure of Pixiu emerged from the temple.
It looked at the crowd and smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, very good."
He opened his mouth and took a sip at the crowd.
In an instant, all the man's yang energy was sucked out.
Without Yang Qi, everyone fell to the ground and lost their breath.
Pixiu said: "Continue to bring people, there are a few of them."
Bai Wuchang nodded: "I understand, I will go find the living person now."
Pixiu: "Wait a minute, take these corpses away and send them back."
"Why?" Bai Wuchang asked suspiciously.
Pixiu explained: "I marked them with marks. If Ye Wudao comes to find them, they will find me through the marks on their bodies."
"Hmph, this bastard, I must kill him."
Bai Wuchang: "I understand, I understand!"
Bai Wuchang followed Pixiu's instructions and transported the corpses back.