That mouth is so ugly.

This is the consensus of everyone.

Whether it was Gu Xingmiao, the Chinese people, or the current allies, they all felt disgusted and nauseous by the huge mouth that appeared, but Gu Xingmiao found that the mouth was approaching him.

Rather than attacking other students, that mouth was clearly targeting him, and seemed to reveal countless greed.

Gu Xingmiao had already stroked the bow and arrow in his hand, his eyes cold.

Unexpectedly, these polluters are also smart people. Rather than solving the problem, they obviously want to solve the problem of the person who raised the problem.

The surroundings were completely dark, and no one could even see one meter away. The vision was greatly obstructed.

Especially when the pitch-black mouth opened its bloody mouth again, it was like the wall of the dimensional space was broken. Countless twisted black lines fell from the black mouth. The chaotic and disorderly sound was like thick mud. Every time it vibrated, it would ferment a more weird sound. The sound waves continued to confuse people's hearts.

"Since she makes such an unpleasant sound, we naturally have to use our civilized music to defeat these pollutions." Gu Xingmiao said coldly.

Those who don't have musical instruments can directly use old objects they have to attack the polluted body, but those who have musical instruments may be able to cause double damage to the mouth.

This was Gu Xingmiao's bold guess.

It wasn't until one of the classmates' piano seemed to be pulled and made a slight buzzing sound, and the lines climbing on the ground twisted and evaporated white smoke, that Gu Xingmiao knew that his guess was correct.

“These pollutants are actually afraid of the noises made by old things?!”

"I thought treating pollutants was just piling up all the old stuff I had. This is the first time I've learned that you can treat these pollutants in a targeted way—"

“The sound of an instrument… can I do that?”

In fact, musical instruments do not come with their own repertoire. Even if most Alliance members own old musical instruments, they cannot remember the music they heard in the dungeon.

Or perhaps it was the melancholy tune of a love that lasted forever; or perhaps at some point in the past, the instruments blared war songs, ready to declare war; or perhaps it was simply at a banquet in a certain dynasty, with the sound of harps and flutes...

Those great memorials recorded in history and the secrets left in the dark compartments of the past are being tried to be understood by future generations.

However, although most of the past culture has been destroyed, it is still possible to perceive it as if it has been buried in human genes. When they encounter danger, they are shocked to find that they are on par with their ancestors who lived tens of millions of years ago.

The first encounter was in the past.

The second encounter was on ancient Earth.

And when humans lift up the old things of the times and rush towards pollution with epic chapters, they have already communicated with their ancestors in the past.

Gu Xingmiao didn't need to tell him what chapters needed to be performed, nor did he need to instruct future humans on how to use old musical instruments.

That was the ups and downs of the "short historical life" I experienced in the ancient Earth copy. The brain that flashed all kinds of turbulent images when picking up old things almost perfectly suppressed the rising pollution.

They learned to play music naturally.

The world is noisy.

In an instant, the world was filled with an inaudible and pleasant music.

Or playing the flute, or the piano, or just ringing the bell...

"Oh my god, I'm only watching this as a horror movie, why are you making me pee my eyes..."

"No matter when or where, I always want to cry when I see humans fighting against foreign enemies together. They are all young people in their prime, but they have to face this every day..."

"Even though the screen is completely black and I can't see the instruments, as a musician, I really want to cry. If humanity really reaches the day of destruction, and the ruined world is filled with music from the past, I really don't know how much I would want to cry..."

"It is a musical instrument, a weapon, and an inheritance of aesthetics engraved in human genes." Mr. Zhang sighed, and his voice was a little choked.

Although he didn't particularly understand music, he knew that when the sound of an instrument appeared, it meant that the source of the instrument had been discovered, and humans had discovered so much in the future -

There are so many things that have not been given much attention in the past.

Gu Xingmiao also pulled up his bow and arrow and shot it towards the huge mouth.

The golden bow shot straight into the black hole, but was swallowed by the black hole. Gu Xingmiao's eyes dimmed slightly, and he shot out several arrows in succession.

Even if music can suppress the pollution, other humans are not vegetarians. Humans with aggressive old things are attacking the polluting body.

It was at this time that she discovered—

The lines jumping on the ground were actually symbols on the musical score.

????‖?……

Gu Xingmiao's eyes trembled slightly. If she remembered correctly, humans had used letters to record musical scores in the 11th century, and the complete five-line musical notation only appeared at the end of the 16th century.

What does this mean?

Does this mean that musical notation is also a product of human history? Why would it become pollution?

The Alliance is not saying that pollution cannot pollute old things.

Gu Xingmiao stood there for what seemed like a long time without moving, but a bolt from the blue struck his mind.

If pollution really cannot contaminate old things, then why could it contaminate humans in the past?

Shouldn’t the continuation of human life, which is passed down through bloodlines, also be an old thing?

Her fingers holding the bow and arrow trembled slightly.

It seems that he has come up with an absurd conclusion——

Perhaps, the reason why I have been able to maintain such a high pollution value without losing my mind is because I came from 4,000 years ago and am also considered an "antique".

Even if there is only the old soul, the body has not appeared in this world.

These symbols quickly turned into powder and disappeared while everyone was playing music. Only a few of them jumped to Gu Xingmiao's feet. Before they could touch Gu Xingmiao's toes, they made a buzzing sound.

However, the noises they made were much gentler than those made by that big mouth. Even the noise was tolerable. Gu Xingmiao could even vaguely distinguish the sounds.

Just as she was getting more and more bent, those things were stepped on by Wong Tai Sin who jumped out and disappeared.

"What dirty things are these! Get out of here! These are my humans." Wong Tai Sin cursed, feeling extremely unlucky.

"What kind of a world is this? It's filled with death. No wonder humans want to play—"

Wong Tai Sin uglyly rejected these things, and his inhuman appearance looked even more evil.

"Gu Xingmiao, shoot them to death. If that doesn't work, use that peach blossom to kill them!"