Chapter 87 This coercion, I don't know if I should pretend!
Listening to Yanjiao talking about the common sense of cultivation, Yun Buliu was thoughtful.
At this moment, the little fur ball that was silently being fucked by Yun Buliu trembled, and its big squinted eyes suddenly opened. The little milk tiger nestled next to it also trembled, and then jumped up.
Get out of the black tiger skin and look in a certain direction.
The little furball jumped onto Yun Buliu's shoulder, pulled his hair with one paw, pointed in that direction with the other paw, and started babbling.
This guy finally knows how to make a sound when danger approaches. It's not easy!
Yun Buliu sighed while looking in that direction warily.
The little milk tiger was also facing that direction, letting out a low growl from his throat, but it sounded a little too immature and not very intimidating.
At this time, Yanjiao's face looked a little unnatural, and his brows furrowed tightly.
Yun Buliu and Shemu looked at each other, knowing that this might be another Hundred Ghosts Crying at Night trick.
But compared to last time, Shemu was obviously much calmer this time. As for Shegu, this guy still slept like a dead pig, and they didn't bother him.
call……
Susu...
The gloomy wind came through the forest, carrying bursts of howling, and the weeping voice was like the sound of wind and crying. The light of the campfire was suppressed to the extreme in this gloomy wind.
Although I had already seen it once, when I encountered it again, I still felt a little numb on my scalp, a little cold on my back, and a little panicked in my heart.
Yun Buliu breathed out silently, held the little fur ball in his arms with one hand, and pressed the little milk tiger with the other hand, rubbing its back, as if he was comforting it.
He looked at Yanjiao, who had a strange look on his face, and asked, "Those things have been following you?"
Yanjiao opened his mouth, and finally nodded. He didn't know whether these primitive people were so simple, or whether this young man was simple in nature.
He said: "These things must come once every night, but they have already come tonight. I escaped from those evil spirits before. Logically speaking, they should not appear again tonight..."
"I'm sorry!" He said to Yun Buliu and Shemu: "I didn't expect..."
Yun Buliu glanced at Snake Mu, shook his head, and said: "Anyway, I've already encountered this kind of ominous situation once. It's not a big deal if I do it again."
Hearing this, Shemu nodded in agreement. At this time, he would not give in.
In fact, Yun Buliu could tell that Shemu was pretending to be calm.
But after all, Yanjiao is the son of the leader of the Tianyan tribe. Although they don't know whether it is true or not, they can only listen to it seriously. They all have their own purposes in going to the Tianyan tribe this time. They can make friends with the son of the leader of the tribe before that.
For the purpose of their trip, the advantages must outweigh the disadvantages.
Shemu may not be aware of this, but Yun Buliu, who has been in society, will not be stupid like these primitive people and do not know how to take advantage of this relationship.
Although he was a little annoyed that Yanjiao didn't mention this to them beforehand, Yanjiao's explanation made sense. And there was no point in blaming him anymore, because that thing was already here.
Yun Buliu moved in front of the bonfire and asked Yanjiao, "Is there anything on you that was brought out of that hole?"
He asked while observing his expression. When he saw the stunned look on Yanjiao's face, he understood, "Can you show me what it is?"
Yanjiao condensed for a moment, and finally said: "In my arms!"
Yun Buliu paused for a moment, stood up, came to his side, and put her hand into his arms.
When something came out of his arms, white mist rushed in this direction like running water, the whistling wind was obviously louder, and the rustling sounds were louder on the treetops and among the bushes.
The weeping sounds became even more sad, and the bonfire was suppressed until only charcoal fire remained.
It was a beautifully crafted bone flute, with mysterious golden patterns on its slender body, very much like the mysterious golden patterns on animal bones.
Yun Buliu didn't know what kind of bone this bone flute was made of. He felt that the size of the two sides was not much different. It was not like the bone flutes he had seen before, with one end larger and the other smaller.
He was also a young literary and artistic young man who taught himself flute and guitar.
At that time, he even felt that he could make a living from this craft in the future.
Until later, he finally gave up. Even if it was a concert under the overpass, not everyone was qualified to give it.
Obviously, the problem lies in this exquisitely crafted bone flute.
As soon as the bone flute left Yanjiao's body, the white mist began to boil, and phantoms emerged from it and flew towards this direction.
Yanjiao was just about to say that he wanted to wrap the bone flute with the power of Qi and blood, but Yun Buliu put the little fur ball next to him, then stuffed the bone flute into its arms, "Mao Qiu, give this thing a shot.
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Boo hoo...
The little fur ball holding the bone flute flashed with light all over its body, and the figures with strange smiles screamed and turned into fly ash when they encountered these arcs.
If you look carefully, you can indeed see gray fly ash falling on the ground, which eventually merges into the white mist with the cold wind and disappears.
Finally, after the bone flute was electrified by the small fur ball, the white mist quickly disappeared, and apart from the shrill screams, there was no other sound in the white mist.
Huhuhu...
The bonfire started to sway, exuding bursts of warmth, driving away the coldness left just now, which was different from the coldness of late winter and early spring.
Shemu breathed out, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Yanjiao with some resentment, but he dared not complain. Shegu also took a long breath, sat up, and looked at Yanjiao.
Yun Buliu looked at Shegu with some humor, "I thought you would sleep forever!"
Shegu smiled bitterly, "I think so too! But that cry seems to be ringing in my mind. How can I sleep?"
Yun Buliu smiled, took out the bone flute from Xiao Maoqiu's arms, and then looked through it. He no longer felt any coldness on the bone flute.
He casually placed the bone flute across his lips and played a few notes at will.
This bone flute is not a recorder, but a transverse flute. The whole body looks crystal clear and the texture is like jade, but Yun Buliu can still tell at a glance that it is bone.
The sound of the bone flute is somewhat high-pitched, like gold and stone breaking through the air, not as distant and deep as the sound of the flute.
On a whim, he improvised the flute part of the song "Joy and Sorrow". But obviously, the flute sound he played was not as impactful as the low flute sound in the original song.
It can hit a person's nerves in one go.
However, the penetrating power of the sound was enough, and both Shegu and Shemu had blocked their ears at this time.
Only Yanjiao looked at him with bright eyes, "Sir, do you still understand this?"
Yun Buliu was a little surprised, "What? Your tribe doesn't have this thing?"
Yanjiao shook his head and said: "We have drums, bells, and cauldrons... I also saw something strange about this thing, so I was going to take it back and let the witch have a look. It turns out that sir also understands this!"
"..." Yun Buliu: I don't know if I should pretend to be this cool!
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