Chapter 73: The Death Song (please read it, please vote for me)
Author: Waste Paper Bridge
Chapter 73: The Death Song (please read it, please vote for me)
The dim stage flickered in and out under the illumination of many candles, and the figures on the stage also produced many overlapping shadows for no reason.
The messy shadows fell down and spread their teeth on the stage, but they were like ropes pulling the blossoming lotus lanterns.
People are like prey caught in a spider's web.
Struggle is just the prelude to death.
The figures on the stage were singing outdated Yuan songs, as if expressing empty sorrow.
So, what exactly is evil?
Weird, evil, ugly, but also powerful and arrogant.
But Yougui is completely different.
Its power is invisible, and at the same time it is deeper and more mysterious, like the dark sea.
Someone tried to shoot a dart onto the stage, but the dart hit an empty space and fell into the water.
The scene of the water on the stage is real, but its existence is illusory and cannot be captured at all.
This is completely beyond the scope of what people in the world can understand.
Lotus lanterns floated in the water waves, and the people standing under the candlelight had solemn expressions on their faces.
In the rear, some brutal internal fighting and killings are still continuing.
We all understand the truth, but for a considerable number of people, it is natural for them to live even if others die...even if they live for one more second.
Even Yue Buqun couldn't stop such internal fighting.
When the energy and spirit turn into candles and burn, and the consumption cannot be replenished, even he needs to restrain himself, otherwise everything will be exhausted soon.
The lyrics on the stage began to change.
Just like Modi said.
This is the second chapter in Night Sailing: Autumn Thoughts.
"Think of the palaces of Qin and Han, they were all made of grass, cattle and sheep. There is nothing to say about the fishermen and woodcutter. There are barren tombs and monuments, and you can't tell the difference between dragons and snakes..."
Although the words are short, they are sung with a specific melody and intonation, and they seem to make people see the smoke and grass, and thousands of palaces and palaces.
At the same time, a huge shadow also showed traces under the water.
It locked onto the largest candle, and then suddenly jumped up amid the increasingly sad singing.
Wow!
Huge water waves splashed up a lot of water.
Yue Buqun's flying sword shot over immediately.
If a worthy target appears at this time, he will feel much better.
But the sword that flew past felt like it was passing through a quagmire.
But the slender lotus lantern that piled up candles by constantly hunting the 'target' turned over in the turbulence of the water waves.
The person in the lamp fell into the water and sank to the bottom.
This time, the singing was less repetitive.
Soon, people heard the third fold.
"How many heroes have been thrown into the fox's trail and the rabbit's den? Although the tripod's legs are strong and half-broken, how can it be Wei Ye or Jin Ye?"
This section describes the brilliance of a hero, and his graveyard is also full of fox tracks and rabbit holes.
We also accept the first two discounts.
The desolate and nihilistic atmosphere was like a suffocating net, covering everything.
Everything in this world seems to have no meaning.
How joyful is life, and how painful is death?
The so-called fame, fortune, glory and wealth are just fleeting clouds.
On the stage, many "familiar" figures appeared for no apparent reason.
"Look! That's Xuetu Liantianqiao, and next to him is Qiu Ling, the soul-chasing pen."
"Junior brother! It's my junior brother! Didn't he sink to the bottom of the water? How did he get on the stage? Is he still alive?"
"Brother Bai! I am your eldest brother Qin! If you still have breath, please call me your eldest brother."
Inside the lotus lantern, many people shouted towards the stage.
But the people on the stage all looked strangely numb.
They walked stiffly and made some postures and movements, which enriched the stage decoration.
"God teaches you that you should be rich, don't be too extravagant. Good days and good nights don't last long. If you are stubborn about money, you will live up to the beauty of Jintang." The lyrics have changed again, and this time many people have figured out the pattern.
The smart ones took out their belongings and threw them into the water.
As those copper-stinking things were thrown into the water, the candles in front of those who had given up their money actually grew longer out of thin air. The growth was different depending on the amount of money given away.
"Quick! Anyone who has any property will throw it all away!" A monk shouted, and at the same time he took out a string of pure gold beads and a jade Buddha carved from mutton-fat white jade, and threw them all into the water with a plop.
There was a popping sound, as if just two stones had been thrown in.
Subsequently, more property was thrown into the water.
At first it was just money, and then some personal belongings were also discarded.
After discovering that even if you throw in some personal items, the candles will grow longer, this trend becomes more and more unstoppable.
Without their personal belongings, some people began to take off their clothes.
Even the clothes were thrown away, and even the weapons that weighed more than one's life were thrown into the water.
Yang Buhui looked at those people who were cleaning the slippers as quickly as possible and couldn't help but ask, "Are they really stupid?"
"What's the use of getting longer candles? The purpose of the evil is to absorb fear and then kill everyone. Even if it is the evil, its fundamentals are like this and it will not change."
"They even lost their weapons. If they need to fight next, how will they respond?"
Yue Buqun was speechless, just staring at the stage.
"This song has a total of 70% discounts, and now it has reached the 4th discount."
"Do you think, after singing the seventh song, everything will return to its original state and we will return to Shaoshi Mountain, or will we all die in this inexplicable fantasy?" Yue Buqun asked.
Yang Buhui said: "Of course they will all die here."
"As far as I know, all the people who come out of the fantasy are not waiting for evil mercy."
"Weird! It's so evil!"
Yue Buqun said: "Okay! I understand!"
Then he turned to Modi and shouted: "Don't be the leader! We can't let this opera continue!"
"Do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
Modi was still hesitant, but his only son, Mo Da, said loudly: "Why don't you dare?"
Yue Buqun laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of confidence.
In this extremely frightening and overwhelming environment, it was like a shot in the arm.
"Then I dare to ask Senior Brother Mo! Is there any tune that can cut off this decadent and soul-breaking sound?"
Mo Da said: "It's as vast as the sea of stars, so many!"
"Then just pick one!" Yue Buqun said.
Mo Daodao: "Okay! Then let's start the general order!"
Then he picked up a piano and took the lead in playing the tune.
"Senior brothers and sisters, what are you waiting for?"
"Could it be that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, and wants to abandon his harp to destroy Xiao, and cut off his tail to survive?" Mo shouted.
Many Hengshan disciples looked ashamed. Some disciples who originally wanted to give up their instruments and weapons in exchange for survival time took the lead in keeping up with the huge rhythm.
At the same time, their candles began to burn faster.
On the water surface, a dazzling bright light burst out.
Dong dong dong...!
The sound of war drums rang, mixing with the sounds of music coming from the stage.
Then all kinds of musical instruments were added.
Until the suona sounded loud and clear, as if it was about to tear through the darkness.
"A dragon, a horse, a flower, a snow-haired man, a noble man with a golden saddle and five mausoleums. A jade sword cut by the autumn frost, and a robe of bright pearls by the setting sun." Yue Buqun didn't know how to sing, but he roared this poem into his heart, which has its own loud and majestic meaning.
At the same time, Yue Buqun used up all his inner strength, raised his sword across the galaxy, and rose into the sky.
He didn't believe that this pitch-black curtain was really the sky.
He didn't believe that this mere evil could steal the sky and steal the sun.
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