He certainly understood that going to such lengths to keep an eye on this place might not yield any results, but whenever Xiao Wujie was involved, his usually proud composure would unconsciously slip out of control.
Just as he and Chu Feihong were waiting gloomily and idly, a melodious flute sound suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
The sound of the flute, with its ancient charm, was deep and melodious, like a gentle breeze blowing through a bamboo forest or waves crashing on the shore, making one want to immerse oneself in it.
Just as his consciousness was about to fade, a loud bang suddenly exploded in Chu Yichen's ears.
He was jolted awake by the sight of a tall figure shrouded in eerie mist smashing through the windshield with a single punch.
Then he casually grabbed two shards of glass and shot them at him and Chu Feihong.
Chu Yichen almost instinctively pushed Chu Feihong, who was almost completely absorbed in the eerie flute music beside him.
A shard grazed his ear, and another cut a shallow gash about 5 centimeters long on Chu Feihong's neck.
Chu Yichen quickly opened the car door, grabbed Chu Feihong who had just come to his senses and was filled with terror, and jumped out of the car.
Just then, the originally deep and melodious sound of the flute suddenly turned high-pitched and passionate, like clouds and mist churning in the mountains, with a magnificent momentum.
The sound of the flute no longer captivated the listener; instead, it was extremely jarring, causing a splitting headache, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping the head tightly, and every nerve was trembling under the sharp edge of a knife.
Some of the less healthy individuals even started bleeding from their eyes, noses, and ears; some had already collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads and struggling in agony.
Cover your ears, don't listen!
Chu Yichen roared, and at the same time quickly took out two noise-canceling earphones and put them into his ears.
Upon hearing this, everyone covered their ears, but the eerie sound of the flute seemed to come from all directions, and even though they had covered their ears, it was of no use!
It makes one feel that this is not a xiao (vertical bamboo flute), but a suona (double-reed horn), a tune that sends one's soul to the Western Paradise!
Chu Yichen looked around with a gloomy gaze. Although the sound of the flute was strange and difficult to discern, he quickly found its source.
On a tree in front of them, another figure shrouded in mist stood tall in the moonlight, holding a jade flute.
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