Wanjun Academy has a large inventory of various unpopular musical instruments, including several war drums and bone flutes.
The other flutes were quite ordinary, but the one in her hand was a little special.
There was a hint of the crane's soul on it, so she took the flute and played it, sending it to the afterlife.
It's useless to send a weak soul like this one that has no special wishes, is extremely weak, and has almost turned into Yin energy to the APP. No matter how much effort she puts in, she can't buy it back for life. In this case, she can just rely on her own ability to directly save it.
Xiao Cunyu's face was as white as jade, and he spoke those profound and arrogant words with a mysterious demeanor.
"Two people played together." The teacher said succinctly.
"Master, what I want to talk about is "Song Under the Moon on an Autumn Night." Wei Feng was very confident.
His piano playing skills were indeed not very high, and he only knew a few tunes to show off or to seduce young girls. This was the most serious piece of music he knew.
"The song I play is called...Autumn Night...Under the Moon...Soul Out of Body?" Xiao Cunyu thought for a moment, then grinned. "The name isn't important, the mood! Just the mood is important!"
Everyone was ashamed.
Moonlit Soul Leaving the Body? This name sounds unlucky and scary, but it actually goes really well with the bone flute in his hand.
The Master had been mentally prepared for the performance of the dandies, and he was secretly relieved when he didn't hear them playing the essential music in the brothel. As for whether it was a soul-leaving song or a funeral song, it didn't matter anymore.
"Let's get started."
As soon as the teacher opened his mouth, Wei Feng spread out his clothes and sat down, playing the piano with both hands, like a handsome young man.
The piano played manually and the music was melodious. The teacher could see that although Wei Feng's technique was not perfect, compared with others, his performance was definitely excellent. He nodded with slight satisfaction.
However, at this moment, Xiao Cunyu curled his lips and smiled, his expression inexplicably gloomy and eerie.
The next moment, the bone flute was put to his lips, and a light sound was heard, which made people's hearts tremble.
The Master looked over in shock. He had originally thought that it was good enough that this kid could even make a sound...
But unexpectedly, the melody was gentle and the breathing was natural, without any sense of awkwardness.
However, before I could be happy, the tune suddenly changed!
The sound of the flute is bright and lively compared to the steady and majestic sound of the zither. However, the sound produced by Xiao Cunyu makes people get goose bumps.
It is like the cry of resentful souls, like a flock of birds dying, the amazing melody is filled with wailing and a determination that resounds through the sky, the immortal's bones are shed with the sound of the wind, and the moon is spraying and the flowing light cuts off the tenderness.
Immortals and puppets coexist, snow blows in front of the ice, and graves are swept in the forest.
The sound of the wind made my heart tremble, my scalp tingle, and my whole body feel cold, which was scary.
The melody floated into his ears, like a cool breeze spreading behind his ears. Unconsciously, the sky around him seemed to have become a little darker. A cold wind suddenly blew up, forming a whirlwind, surrounding Xiao Cunyu as if to take him to heaven.
The slight dust floating in the air is charming.
With a "thump", all the strings on Wei Feng's zither broke.
His face turned pale, and he felt uneasy as he listened to Xiao Cunyu's flute. It was as if he was possessed by a puppet, and he felt extremely uncomfortable!
No one dared to interrupt him.
The aura of his music was not that of a human, terrifying and alienated. Everyone tried their best to endure the nausea and discomfort, covering their ears and trying their best to get through it.
After hearing a faint sound like a crane's cry, Xiao Cunyu stopped.
There was sweat on her forehead, her lips were slightly pale, her clothes were stained with dust, and the bone flute in her hand was even cracked.
The scene was a bit creepy.
It's extremely quiet.
"Are you dumbfounded?! My soul farewell song is pretty good, isn't it!?" Finally, he was brought back to reality by Xiao Cunyu's boastful words.
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