Chapter 71 Candle above the head (please read, please vote)
Author: Waste Paper Bridge
Chapter 71 Candle above the head (please read, please vote)
The sound of sobbing spread from the water.
It's like a pair of invisible hands pulling people out of the water.
Wow!
Lotus-like water lanterns float on the quiet, dark water.
The cold smoke enveloped me, and every light seemed to flow from one end of life to the other.
In the center of the water lamp, there are people sitting, and on the top of each person's head is a candle. Some candles are long or short, some burn quickly, and some burn slowly.
Yue Buqun looked around, then touched the candle that grew out of his head, and his heart sank to the bottom.
"Yougui!" Yang Buhui didn't need to remind him, Yue Buqun knew what he was encountering now.
In Yang Buhui's previous explanation, Yougui belongs to the three types of evil, the evil that is the least harmful but the most difficult to deal with.
It is said to be of low harm because once the ghosts take shape, they hardly move their territory and rarely take the initiative to attack and kill. They are like a unique 'natural disaster'. As long as you don't actively provoke it, you don't need to
care.
But if you encounter one, it's bad luck, because the ghost has no real form and will only form a unique fantasy realm, in which you must act according to its specific rules.
If you can't break the rules and find a way out, you will sooner or later be swallowed up by this phantom realm and become a part of it.
"It turns out that the purpose of the two-hearted person is transportation."
"It brought such a ghost and dropped it at the main venue of the martial arts conference." Yue Buqun thought to himself.
Then he began to look around carefully, searching for available clues.
Every light on the water is a person.
At this time, people "wake up" one after another, and then shouted to each other across the water.
Many people also made panicked sounds when they discovered candles growing out of their heads.
"Everyone, calm down, don't panic, and try to protect the candle above your head. It may be connected to our lives." Yue Buqun shouted with all his inner strength.
At the same time, the long candle above Yue Buqun's head began to burn slightly faster, dripping a few drops of wax.
The red wax oil also looks like thick blood.
Soon, people also discovered that they should not use their internal energy, otherwise it would speed up the burning of the candle.
The candles above each person's head seem to represent their respective spirits.
Every point spent is a loss of life.
The most troublesome thing is that after it is consumed, it cannot be replenished. Even if you stand completely still, you can only wait for everything to burn out.
As for what the result will be after burning out, no one knows yet... but no one wants to try.
Some people tried to move the water surface with their hands so that the lamp they were on was connected to other lamps.
But when his hand touched the water, a biting cold hit him, and the flame on the candle above his head flickered, threatening to go out at any time.
As the flames faded, the man became pale, as if he was seriously ill.
The flame becomes smaller, but the candle burns faster.
The sobs continued to echo on the water.
"It's Nan Xiao!" Hengshan leader Modi said.
"I've never heard the music before, but it's just a whimpering, weeping, complaining sound. It's obviously the sound of depression and sadness," Modi continued.
He didn't use his internal power, so the sound didn't travel far, but Yue Buqun was relatively close to him and happened to hear it.
"But it needs to be matched with music?" Tang Ruiming, the head of Songshan Mountain, asked.
A Hengshan disciple said: "I'll give it a try!"
After saying that, he held the pipa in his arms and began to try to sing the notes.
The whimpering Nanxiao sound was joined by the timbre of the pipa. It was a little stiff and stiff at first, but soon became smooth and mellow.
The dark water surface seemed to have a glimmer of light.
In the light, everyone seemed to see hope.
But after a moment, the water surface returned to darkness.
Under the weak lights, there was the sound of people breathing heavily.
The disciple from Hengshan who played the pipa in unison was like a firework that exploded briefly, bringing a bright light to the surface of the water. Then it quickly burned out and sank to the bottom of the water, including the person and the light boat.
"Haha, it seems... it's not in harmony!" Tang Ruiming's embarrassed voice came from the other side of the water.
The atmosphere became increasingly quiet, and under this silence, what was flowing was fear that had begun to become more intense.
A young man whose candle was about to burn out suddenly shouted in terror: "Master! Master, save me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
Phew!
Amidst the shouts, the candle burned down to the last ray, and the young man turned into a grayish color.
Then the lotus lantern swayed, as if a hole had been cut, and it sank to the bottom of the water. In the dark bottom, there seemed to be an invisible devil's hand, pulling the gray-haired young man into the bottomless water.
It seemed like a switch had been flipped.
Then, there were ‘sinkings’ one after another.
Wails, unwilling roars, and angry curses all merged into one.
In the end, only the burnt gray remains, and then it sank silently to the bottom of the water.
"Find a way! Please everyone, think of a way!" A famous old man in the world looked at his granddaughter's candle that was about to burn out not far away. He knelt on the lamp and kept kowtowing to the surrounding people.
"Master Fang Zheng! Master Fang Zheng! Your Dharma is profound! Please think of a way!" The old man's face was filled with tears. The old man in the world didn't even frown when the knife was slashed on his body. At this time, he was as frightened as a lost child.
Fang Zheng and other Shaolin monks could only clasp their hands and recite Buddhist scriptures in an attempt to stabilize their panicked mood.
"That's to lend a hand to Mr. Huang Minghuang! He is also a poor man. He has been doing good deeds all his life. He always lends a hand and helps anyone who is in trouble. But he ends up losing a son in middle age and a grandchild in old age."
Someone recognized the old man's identity and couldn't help but sigh.
"You still have time to pity others, pity you, pity yourself! Look at the length of this candle, if you burn it for a while at most, it will burn out." Some people ridiculed.
The sword sects happened to be around, and each of them glanced at the length of the candle above the other's head, and their expressions were very ugly.
The old man Huang Ming wiped away the tears on his face, then summoned his inner strength and shouted to his sobbing granddaughter: "Don't be afraid, daughter! Grandpa is coming to find you right now. Let's go together! Find your father!"
After saying that, he jumped up regardless and flew towards the lotus lantern where his granddaughter was.
It's just that Huang Ming's skill was a little weak after all, and when he used his internal energy at this time, he could only consume it without regaining his energy. He was in mid-air, his breath became turbid, and he was about to fall into the water.
A sword shadow flashed through the air, but it was Yue Buqun who took action.
The speeding sword dragged Huang Ming and sent him to his granddaughter's lotus lantern.
Grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried.
At the same time, he bowed down in the direction of Yue Buqun.
"Hey! Look at their candles!" I saw that the candles that were originally standing on the heads of my grandfather and grandson actually floated up and hung at the head of the lotus lantern.
Look at the length of the candle, it is actually the length of the combined candles of the two people.
Seeing the changes in the lotus lantern carrying the two people, some people were enlightened.
The gazes he looked around him became ambiguous or malicious.
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