The sounds of suona are continuous, intertwined with each other, and accompany each other!
But what is surprising is that the sound of the suona is not entirely harmonious, but there are indeed other pieces of music in it.
"Three thousand, what the hell is this suona? It sounds joyful, but why does it make people panic?" Dao Twelve frowned.
Not only Dao Twelve felt this way, everyone actually felt this way at this time.
Although I was happy, my hair stood on end and my spine ran cold.
"Because although the song is a happy song, there are also songs of sadness and joy mixed in it." Ning Yue replied with a frown.
"It's not a song from our Central Plains region." Qin Shuang also said.
After hearing the conversation between several people, Zhong Beihai and others silently raised their swords and were fully armed, ready to deal with all kinds of dangers at any time.
"We are here to stay overnight. Please be polite and put down your sword." Han Sanqian frowned.
At the same time, the spiritual consciousness was released and spread all around.
What makes people feel strange is that there is no strong inner energy around.
Seeing everyone put down their swords, Han Sanqian took back his consciousness. At the same time, he came back to his senses slightly: "There is still some time, go over and take a look."
"Three thousand, it's very dry here anyway. Otherwise, for the sake of safety, we'd better not go." Wang Simin said.
"There is nothing here except wasteland, and it is not far from the village. If there is danger, what is the difference between being there and here?" Han Sanqian said: "You are here, let's go."
"Yes, Miss Wang, there are so many of us, so we are so afraid of him," someone said.
At this moment, Chen Shimin leaned forward and smiled: "Miss, if you are afraid, I can protect you."
"Who the hell are you!" Wang Simin glared at Chen Shimin unhappily, and took a few steps to catch up with the large army that was already moving forward.
Only Chen Shimin was left messy in the wind...
"This...is this girl so hot?" Chen Shimin was dumbfounded.
She obviously looked like a weak little girl in front of Han Sanqian just now, how could she... in the blink of an eye...
That’s fucking outrageous!
A few minutes later...
Passing through a not-high mountain peak, the sight in front of us soon became extremely wide. Looking down from above, it was an oasis compared to the dry land.
Above the oasis, a small or large village is located on it. Although there is no city wall around it, a simple wall is still built with a lot of fences and wooden sticks.
"Damn, what the hell is that?" Dao Twelve's pupils widened and he looked at the village in the distance in disbelief.
At the gate of the village, a group of people were walking around the entrance of the village. They were all dressed in red, and their suonas were playing in unison, and they were walking and dancing with joy.
In the center of the crowd, a bright red sedan was carried by everyone. As the person carrying the sedan walked and jumped with others, the whole sedan rose and fell happily.
But what is so unbelievable and even makes people feel numb is...
The sound of the suona is a song of sorrow and joy, extremely sad and poignant.
"Three thousand, look at that!"
As Mo Yang shouted, Han Sanqian looked up. Behind the village, there was also a group of people walking with their heads down. But these people were dressed in plain clothes, with long black hats on their heads, and hemp ropes around their waists. As the suona played,
, but the ghost paper flew everywhere.
Among the crowd, a coffin was carried by everyone. The coffin was dark, and there was a big word "Die" on the coffin.
However, what is equally incredible is that the sound of the suona in the front row is not the sad music that comes with the occasion. Instead, it is the loudest and happy song of the two suonas that Han Sanqian and others heard before.
"this……"
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone, including Han Sanqian, couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air and send chills down their backs.
It seems like an ordinary funeral and wedding, but due to the strange combination of fun, it becomes no longer ordinary and even makes people feel panic.
Even in broad daylight, one can't help but feel the wind blowing!
"Three thousand, isn't this too evil?"
"Yeah...how could it be like this..."
Han Sanqian's eyes focused slightly, and the next moment...
