Chapter 58 Strings (two in one)

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 58 Strings (two in one)

On this night in China, people from all over the world, whether they are white people living in the New York area on the other side of the China Ocean, or the Yomok people in the Winter Peninsula, or living in the southern land of the southern hemisphere, or even

People further south in the Antarctic land have spontaneously erupted into unexplained mass madness.

The source of this huge world-class change came from the hands of a world-class violinist who played the notes of the underworld.

No one could have imagined that the music created by this musical genius would actually cross the dimensional gap, break through the shackles of real creatures, and create this devilish song like a terrifying epidemic.

His music is not grounded, but it connects to the underworld, as if the door to hell has been opened, and countless vicious devils are vying to come out, possessing every fragile human being in reality, and controlling their bodies to make stiff and twisted shapes.

They were dancing around, tearing their vocal cords and mouths crazily, and letting out ferocious and excited weird roars.

When a concert broadcast live around the world turned into an epidemic that spread across time and space, the whole world seemed to be in turmoil.

"Dad, what happened to these uncles and aunts? Why did they suddenly start dancing and stop listening to the music?" In the "enthusiastic carnival" and "busy crowd" concert scene, except for Haimofen, who was concentrating on playing the music,

, only a pair of plainly dressed father and daughter remained unaffected. The little daughter who had just turned four years old sat on her father's lap and asked innocently.

Li Jiahong recovered from the shock of the scene and smiled at his daughter: "That's because they were so fascinated."

"But I listened very carefully." After hearing this, Li Yuning immediately looked a little unconvinced and aggrieved, and said, "Then should I dance with them?"

"That's not necessary." Li Jiahong immediately shook his head and touched Li Yuning's head, "It's too crowded here. We must learn to be humble and give space to these uncles and aunties to dance."

"Oh, yes, you have to be humble." Li Yuning nodded in understanding, snuggled into Li Jiahong's arms obediently, and continued to listen carefully to the first great piece in this music feast.

Buzz——

Suddenly, a strange bass sound coming from an unknown instrument was inserted into this perfect performance, causing people all over the world who were crazy about the magic sound to freeze in place, as if their motor nerves had been cut off, as if they had lost their ability to move.

The machine connected with kinetic energy stood sluggishly in place.

This sudden sound was like an impolite visitor, forcing its way into the world, breaking the prelude of this supposedly flawless concert, making the host of the concert, Haimofen, very angry, and making people who were addicted to this concert very angry.

People who had not lost their minds were filled with anger during the concert music.

Almost at the same time when the weird sound broke into the melody, increasingly intense space distortions appeared all over the world. Countless distorted cracks bloomed in the air. Those distorted spaces dismembered the colors of the world into irregular colors and colors.

The shape, the notes from another dimension came from behind those indescribable distorted spaces. It seemed to come from the hands of an arrogant musical genius. After hearing Haimorfen's poor imitation of his music, that genius issued a

He was ruthlessly ridiculed, so he also raised his exquisite musical instrument and launched a counterattack against Haimorfen.

High Morfen laughed in anger, and continued to play his music with a silent smile, pushing the concert's first great work "The Magic Sound" to a shocking climax, like a warrior's war cry, to the hidden people.

The chief musician of the Dream Palace behind the twisted space launched a challenge.

"Dad, that line-like thing is so annoying. It's just like the painting drawn by Xiao Ming in our class. Xiao Ming said he didn't know what he wanted to draw, so he scribbled it randomly. It was also painted by a random Xiao Ming.

The things you scribbled carelessly are really ugly and annoying." Li Yuning covered her ears, jumped off Li Jiahong's lap, ducked her feet angrily, and looked at the distorted space scene in the sky with burning eyes.

Li Jiahong also nodded in agreement, then stood up and said: "It's really annoying, so let's go today. We won't listen to it this time. We will listen to the next concert. After Teacher Hai beats this ugly guy away,

We can continue to listen to Teacher Hai’s works without any interruption.”

"Ah, can you still listen to the next show?" Li Yuning's big eyes were shining, and she was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

Li Jiahong smiled and nodded, and said mysteriously: "I'll tell you a secret secretly. Actually, Dad, I really know Teacher Hai in real life. We are still friends..."

Hearing this, Li Yuning immediately looked at her father with admiration and held Li Jiahong's rough hand: "Dad is so awesome!"

"Hahaha, my precious daughter is not bad either." Li Jiahong picked up his daughter from the ground and left the seat.

He walked through the crowd of people who were rolling their eyes and stiff, and came to the computer responsible for opening the live broadcast room. After closing the live broadcast software, he took his daughter and left the stadium.

Don't take your daughter to get involved in the rest of the matter, I believe Teacher Hai can handle it.

Since Teacher Hai was able to expel that guy once before, he can expel that guy a second time now.

When the live broadcast room was cut off, all the people affected by the magic sound in the live broadcast room almost fainted at the same time and fell to the ground exhausted. They were dreaming, and the melody of the magic sound they heard was still playing back in their dreams, unconsciously imitating it.

tone, followed by a gentle hum...

Xin Junmao was immersed in the confrontation between the two musics, unable to extricate himself. He listened to the "Magic Sound" played by Haimofen in his left ear, and his right ear listened to the unknown music of the "musician" from another dimension.

Two different melodies kept colliding deep in his head, making Xin Junmao feel that his brain was constantly expanding. He felt that it was the sound of nature at one moment, and the wail of an evil ghost at another. The two sounds were crazily squeezing his rational diaphragm, both of which

Want to penetrate into his soul.

However, under the violent attack of these two powerful musical magic forces, Xin Junmao surprisingly did not die. The wall of rationality was still high and impregnable, and the two forces of music failed to break through his supposedly fragile defense line.

Xin Junmao heard "noise" in his ears, but his eyes were filled with the beauty in cheongsam before him.

At this time, he once again felt the charm of the cheongsam beauty. Her beauty was enough to shake the world and make people forget everything and ignore everything.

Therefore, Xin Junmao forgot about the dangers of the environment and completely ignored the twisted and weird environment. He only saw women.

"I thought I could listen to an elegant and comfortable concert, but it seems I have no chance." The cheongsam beauty's white hands are sometimes too slender and longer than her face, and sometimes they are slender and gaunt, like ghost hands.

Such a strange hand fascinated Xin Junmao, and he allowed the other party's sharp fingertips to gently stroke his face, leaving a faint trace of blood.

The cheongsam beauty's fingertips gently opened the other person's forehead, from forehead to cheek, and finally landed on the neck. With a light gesture, she opened a shallow wound on Xin Junmao's neck. It was red but not fatal. She looked at

Xin Junmao, who was staring at her blankly, said with a smile: "Are you coming to visit my home?"

"Okay." Xin Junmao agreed without hesitation, and then he stood up and followed the elegant figure. He was attracted by the swinging figure of the other person, and his heart was itching unbearably, even when he saw the beautiful figure's skin.

Unexpectedly, the uncontrollable strips of meat were exposed inside, but he still admired them expressionlessly, even being moved by them.

The cheongsam beauty led Xin Junmao out of the second floor of the gymnasium, to a manhole cover somewhere in the Citizen Sports Center, opened the manhole cover, and led another man obsessed with her beauty to her strange kingdom underground in Cuizhu City.

The showdown between human musical geniuses and "alien musicians" is still going on. In the first game of the confrontation between the magic sound and the strange music, as Xin Junmao's first work "Magic Sound" comes to an end, it still fails to defeat the "alien music".

After "Wei Musician", Wei Le's melody finally gained the upper hand and completely won the first game.

Hai Morfen's face was flushed, veins appeared on the surface, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood seeped out from the gap between his clenched teeth. The defeat did not make him feel any fear. After laughing silently for a while, he suddenly flicked the piano

He threw the bow on the ground, then peeled off the white gloves on both hands, revealing a pair of hands covered with bloody wounds. He successively changed hands to take the piano, stuffed the hands into his pockets one by one, and fiddled with them for a while, so that both hands could be worn.

Wearing iron claw gloves equipped with sharp blades.

Highmorfin used his claws as hands and a knife as a bow, and then began the next long movement he was going to play.

"This song is called "Curse", listen carefully, my music is better than yours." Haimorfen grinned wildly, the arc of the smile was so exaggerated that his face became stiff.

The blade scratched across the strings of the violin, but the amazing thing is that no matter how rough and exciting the method of sawing the strings was, the strings were still not broken.

The reason is that the strings of this violin are made of a very special material. They were purchased by Haimofen from Lin Ling's cabin in the woods at a high price. These strings are not common nylon or steel wire, or even classical.

Pie’s favorite gut strings were replaced with a few strands of human hair.

When buying human hair strings, Haimofen asked Lin Ling about the origin of these hair strands.

Lin Ling explained with a smile: "According to legend, a long time ago, there was a beautiful and sentimental woman. She had a childhood sweetheart who was married to her. She and her lover had liked each other since childhood, and they were sincere. One day, the woman's country and neighboring countries

The two countries were at war, and the war continued. The woman's beloved was a patriot, and decided to join the battlefield. He made an agreement with the woman that after the war ended, he would come back and marry her immediately.

Unexpectedly, Lang never returned after leaving. It is said that he died under a butcher's knife on the battlefield. Due to the fierce fighting on the front line, the man could not even return with his body, and his body was left exposed in the wilderness.

The woman was so heartbroken that she decided to shave her head and become a nun. She worshiped in front of the Buddha and walked three thousand times a day, knocking on three thousand wooden fish and striking three thousand bells.

However, day after day, year after year, no matter how many springs and autumns came and went, Bhikshuni found that she still could not understand the supreme Buddha Dharma and could not see any Buddhist principles from the Buddhist scriptures. She felt lost and went to the nunnery.

The respected abbot asked for advice.

The abbot didn't say anything, but just led the bhikshuni to the bamboo forest in the backyard. In the bamboo forest, he saw a black tree rising from the ground, curled like a twist, standing straight. The bhikshuni took a closer look and saw that it was a foreign object made of black hair.

, couldn’t help but be extremely surprised.

The abbot asked: 'Do you know now?'

The bhikshuni shook his head in confusion.

The abbot sighed softly and slowly told the truth. It turned out that the black-haired tree was actually a thread of worries left here after she had shaved her head. Unexpectedly, it took root and grew more and more, and gradually became a tree.

A black tree in the backyard, hidden among the bamboo forest.

The abbot said: "If you knock once every day, it will grow by one minute. If you knock on a wooden fish every day, it will grow by one centimeter. Then if you ring the bell every day, it will grow by one centimeter. Every night it will wither like a flower and become a sprout."

, the cycle begins again and again.'

The bhikshuni was silent, as if she had an epiphany, with tears welling up in her eyes and a mixture of emotions in her heart.

It turns out that she has never let go of her obsession, and she still has the past in her heart and misses her lover.

This thread of worry is the reflection of her state of mind.

Knocking on the bow, knocking on the wooden fish, and ringing the bell, these things seemed to be a sign of her sincerity to the Buddha, but in fact, every time she did it, she would suffer inner torment and pain. She could not completely let go of her past, but deliberately ignored it and did these things.

It does not allow her to truly let go of the past, and her worries are actually growing all the time.

The reason why the black-haired tree turns back to hair every night is because she dreams of her dead lover every night, meets her lover in her dreams, and lingers with her lover in her dreams to relieve her depression.

Once your wishes come true, your knots in your heart will loosen and your worries will fall away.

The bhikshuni realized all this and decided to leave the temple temporarily to resolve the cause and effect..."

When talking about this, Lin Ling paused due to thirst, took a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

During this period, Highmorfin expressed his own speculation about the direction of the story: "Did the woman fail?"

"Failure? Success?" Lin Ling said with a smile after quenching her thirst, "It depends on how you define it."

Lin Ling continued: "The woman finally died on the way to asceticism. She happened to encounter a group of bandits robbing the caravan passers-by. She stepped forward to dissuade them but was killed with a knife. Finally, she returned to the underworld and saw the man who was trying to do it underground.

The lover who waited for her arrival and refused to reincarnate for a long time. But after her death, the hair she left in the Buddhist temple grew to three thousand strands or three thousand hairs, and it stopped growing from then on."

High Morffindor lamented that he really didn't know how to define success and failure.

But after all, he understood the function of the human-hair strings. The human-hair strings were segments of one of the three thousand trouble threads. However, despite this, they were of endless use. As long as there were still troubles in the world, the human-hair strings

It will never stop!

The story of human hair strings is a short story I made up a long time ago. I can’t remember the time, but I haven’t written it yet. I didn’t write it until today. I hope you all like it. I personally think it was written by me.

At present, it is a story that has a more Liaozhai style flavor.
Chapter completed!