Qin Yang was uneasy and uneasy while traveling. He always had to observe all the signs around him and give early warning of possible dangers.
If the Siren Fairy is still alive, he will definitely die if he meets her face to face.
But I also have doubts in my heart, if the Siren Fairy is still alive, why didn't she leave here? Is it because she can't leave? Why can't she leave?
More and more questions...
Qin Yang secretly shook his head. The best way is to find Chen Youda and leave here...
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On the other side, in the back garden of the palace, everything here was originally beautiful, as if it was carefully crafted. The position of each coral reef was carefully arranged, and the fish kept in it were also carefully arranged.
Special selection.
But now, the back garden is in ruins, all the corals are dead, and even the color has been lost. There are only three colors here: black, white and gray.
All things wither and return to death.
The stone platform in the center seems to have been infected by blood again and again, with a black and sticky feeling. I don’t know how many sea people have been executed here, but at this moment, there is not even a trace of resentment left here...
The creatures who died under the Siren's Soul Burial Song don't even have the right to be ghosts or have the right to leave any trace of consciousness.
In front of the stone platform, Yang Fan, Jiang Chuan, Lei Hou, Hua Xiangrong, and Hong Zhiyong are all here, including the remaining monks, the monks who are still alive...
All the people's faces were a bit ugly, not a trace of blood could be seen, they were so pale that one could see the blue blood vessels hidden under the skin...
On the other side of the stone platform, a woman wearing a blue dress, with a lazy expression, cold eyes, and bare feet was holding a luminous cup, gently sipping the wine inside, and slowly moving her long fingers across it.
Stone platform.
If Qin Yang were here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This is the Siren Fairy.
"I don't know how many lives of the sea people have been ruined here, and how many of the most precious voices of the royal family have been taken away. Unfortunately, now even the remaining wailing can't be heard..."
The Siren Fairy, with a hint of drunkenness, murmured and sighed softly, gently stroking the stone platform with her fingers. She didn't know what she thought of, and she was in a daze.
"What do you want to do by driving us here?" After a long time, a monk couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
"Zheng..."
The leisurely sound of Yaozheng suddenly sounded.
In an instant, the monk who spoke had his pupils slowly dilated, his expression froze, and his body slowly fell on his back.
Yang Fan's face was stiff, and cold sweat oozed from his temples. Jiang Chuan's face was gloomy, and he lowered his head in silence. Hua Xiangrong frowned slightly and lowered her eyes slightly. Even the Thunder Monkey, who couldn't calm down at all, was full of horror at this moment, as if he had been petrified.
Usually, they are frozen there, not even daring to move their eyes.
"Bata..."
Cold sweat dripped to the ground, and the crisp sound was like thunder in the deathly silence.
Everyone was so frightened that their hearts beat wildly and they did not dare to move...
Jiang Chuan had a sullen face and said nothing, but his heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down.
This witch in front of me is really terrifying.
The realm is not too high, at least not high enough for one person to crush everyone present, but this method is really too terrifying.
As long as that ancient Yao Zheng is played, someone will definitely die.
All the people were forcibly gathered here like pigs being herded. Anyone who dared to resist or hesitate was killed.
His soul shattered and he died.
It has been a long time since everyone gathered here, but she still hasn't said anything. Unexpectedly, she just asked and then killed her without mercy.
Jiang Chuan's heart began to sink slowly. He thought that if he had heard the sound just now, he would have no confidence in taking it. In all likelihood, he would end up like the guy who spoke rashly.
"I will tell you a place. When you go there, bring everything inside and give it to me." The Siren Fairy looked into the distance and gave random orders.
Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they can be used, at least there is hope of survival...
"After we have taken care of this matter for you, can we leave..." A monk raised his hand and asked casually.
"Zheng..."
One of the strings of the Yao Zheng trembled slightly again.
Before the monk could finish speaking, his soul collapsed and he died instantly.
"If you don't get what I want, you will all die." Siren Fairy's tone was as calm as a casual greeting like saying that the weather is nice today.
After leaving these words, the Siren Fairy pointed with her hand, and there were lines of light gathering in mid-air, outlining a simple map, guiding the route from the backyard to the final destination.
Then the place where the end point was located quickly grew in size and turned into a shadow. In the shadow, there was a main entrance of the hall that was obviously much shorter. There were no remnants of statues and murals, nor the former splendor. The entrance to the hall was an extremely ordinary door.
The gray and white stone door has no pattern at all.
After the phantom flashed, it disappeared. The Siren Fairy waved her hand casually, indicating that you can get out.
The group of people retreated slowly. Siren Fairy's eyes were blurred. She was holding a wine glass and murmuring to herself: "Why do I feel that I should find a man who smells good? It seems very important..."
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After the group left the back garden, Yang Fan, Jiang Chuan, and Hua Xiangrong all moved forward in the direction indicated by the map without saying a word.
A monk behind him stopped and walked in another direction.
Jiang Chuan glanced at it lightly and muttered in a low voice with no expression on his face: "It's so naive."
"Yeah, but that's too naive." Yang Fan had a sullen face, and when he glanced away, it was like looking at a few dead people: "They don't understand at all that those powerful people have exceeded the limit of our hostility, and she even
She doesn't bother to talk to us, and naturally she doesn't bother to make any promises to us. In her eyes, we are just ants on the roadside, and our life and death depend on her thoughts."
"Let's help her find what she wants first." Jiang Chuan said very calmly, without any anger at being forced.
"The fact that she asked us to go proves that she can't go. There is something very important to her there, maybe even something related to practice and life, as long as..." Yang Fan lowered his head in thought and muttered in a low voice.
"We have no choice." Jiang Chuan interrupted Yang Fan calmly.
Yang Fan's face froze, his eyes became more gloomy, and then he nodded slowly: "That's right, no matter what it is, we have no choice. Even if there is a possibility that there is something that can kill her, we will not
There was no chance of winning. We couldn't prevent her from playing the piano at all, but we actually got it for her. She wouldn't care about the life and death of a group of ants."
When the two of them were talking, Hua Xiangrong remained silent and moved forward silently, leaving the two of them behind...