The autumn clouds are miserable, the west wind is blowing, and the rain is falling. I look sadly at the words "Zheng Hong", and cast into the sand moraine at dusk. I wonder where the hometown is, the water and clouds are vast, confusing the north and the south. But at a glance, the cold green is there or not, the distant mountains
color.
On the road to the end of the world, a visitor is on the river. His heart is about to break, his head should be white. He scratches his head in the air and sighs, leaving in his old age. He must believe in the road to eliminate worries and drink wine, but he can enjoy the wine to his heart's content. Then he pulls the Yangtze River into Zun Lei and pours his thoughts on his chest.
——"Man Jiang Hong·Ding Wei in the ninth month of the Ding Dynasty went south to the mouth of Bozhou Yi Zhenjiang River" Zhao Ding (Song Dynasty)
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Just when Fang Shuliu was frustrated and unable to do anything, five or six figures slowly walked out from the darkness on all sides of the street corner. They aimed crossbows with flat ends, aimed with their eyes, and pressed the trigger with their fingers to encircle the eight Qin warriors. The sharp crossbow arrows were fastened tightly.
Locking the eight Qin warriors tightly, Fang Shuliu looked carefully and saw that they were the frontier soldiers and generals who were drinking and eating meat in the lobby of the wine shop in the evening.
There was a drum sound in the black mist, and the eight Qin warriors shouted loudly and rushed towards Fang Shuliu and others in formation.
The middle-aged officer gave an order, and six crossbow boxes fired at the same time. Thirty-six crossbow arrows were shot out in continuous bursts.
The Qin warriors were not afraid of arrows. Although they were shot into hedgehogs, they still continued to charge.
The middle-aged officer shouted loudly, and the soldiers quickly changed their magazines and fired a second round of arrows.
As they watched the Qin Terracotta Warriors rush towards Fang Shuliu and others, this round of arrows finally stopped the Qin Terracotta Warriors in their tracks. The eight Qin Terracotta Warriors saw black smoke rising from the arrow-hit places on their bodies, like punctured sheepskin rafts.
They dropped their weapons and kept using their hands to block the smoke holes where the arrows hit, but to no avail. They kept scratching their whole bodies with their hands, as if they were covered with fleas and itchy.
The black smoke grew bigger and thicker. It slowly enveloped and submerged them. In less than a stick of incense, the black smoke slowly dissipated, the Qin warriors disappeared, and the ground was covered with ashes and clay.
Although the Qin Terracotta Warriors were wiped out, the six soldiers did not dare to slack off at all. They raised their crossbows and continued to lock tightly on the black mist shrouding the carriage.
Just hearing a buzzing sound coming from the black mist, Fang Shuliu and others looked at each other, intuitively knowing that there would be a greater danger next. Sure enough, a group of black and gold clouds floated out of the black mist, like a black and gold line
The brocade made a buzzing sound. When the black gold clouds floated above everyone's heads, they suddenly swooped down, then dispersed, and everyone surrounded them.
Taking a closer look, this black gold cloud turned out to be a swarm of wasps! No, not wasps, more terrifying than wasps! They were as big as wasps and had wasp-like wings, but in the middle of the wings, where the body of a wasp was originally, was actually a wasp.
It's the size of a dog's head. The canine teeth are sharp, ferocious, and have barbs. Once bitten by it, if you try to tear it off, the leather will be bloody, and a piece of flesh will be ripped off.
Such a monster is unheard of. Even though Fang Shuliu is well-informed, he still doesn’t know what this wasp-like thing is? Let’s call it a dog-headed wasp.
Facing the dog-headed wasps, the crossbow arrows of the six generals lost their effectiveness. Their crossbow arrows were coated with special poison, which could kill evil spirits and ghosts such as zombies, but they were powerless against horses smaller than arrowheads.
Two soldiers were accidentally bitten by a hornet. They felt itchy and painful. They rolled to the ground and kept tearing at the wasps biting them, making miserable screams.
The tattooed barbarian was closer to the bee swarm, and the dog-headed wasps immediately pounced on the tattooed barbarian. The tattooed barbarian was in a hurry and took advantage of his plan. He took off his outer cloak and lit it with a fire fold. Then he waved it quickly, as if waving.
A huge torch. As expected, the dog-headed wasp did not dare to approach. It was buzzing and circling a few meters away from the tattooed man's head, pretending to attack.
The rest of the people followed suit and quickly protected their vitals.
Fang Shuliu also calmed down at this moment. He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few pills, crushed them with his teeth, chewed them a few times, and spit them into the wine bag at his waist. Then he shook the wine bag desperately to let the medicine and wine fully
Mix. Fang Shuliu poured a large gulp of medicinal wine, and after a fight in his Dantian, he sprayed it out with all his strength at the dog-headed wasp. The medicinal wine had strong internal energy, and the dog-headed wasps that were shot fell to the ground one after another. Forced by Fang Shuliu to continuously spit out the medicinal wine,
The other dog-headed wasps couldn't stand the pungent and powerful smell of the medicinal wine, and fled back into the black mist.
Seeing the dog-headed wasp escape, Fang Shuliu used medicinal wine to smear the wounds of the soldiers bitten by the dog-headed wasp. The two soldiers gradually stopped itching and recovered their consciousness. The middle-aged officers were on high alert and did not dare to put down their crossbows.
Fang Shuliu nodded and expressed his gratitude.
The black mist was silent, hanging over the carriage. The wind and clouds merged in the mist, the air flow rotated, and the image of purple and gold thunder and lightning loomed.
There was a sudden sound of plucking strings in the black mist, like a silver bottle being broken and water slurry bursting out, insects emerging to sting the gods and ghosts being startled.
A whine from the pipa echoed untimely in the silent streets at midnight: yo yo twitter, noisy chirp. The sound of gurgle is uncertain, and the sound is cold and ding ding.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the pipa music played by a graceful and graceful singer in the lobby of a wine shop in the evening.
Fang Shuliu shook his head and sighed, finally knowing what the problem was.
The singer once burned a plate of incense before playing the pipa, and the smell was as fragrant as musk and orchids. If expected, this should be the legendary dream-stealing incense. Spellcasters can use this incense to perform soul-seizing illusions.
It disturbs people's nature. The giant pythons, towering trees, and dog-headed wasps we saw tonight are all illusions produced by illusions implanted in the mind.
However, this incense has too many evil obstacles. Since the death of Emperor Zetian, no one knows how to make and use this incense. Unexpectedly, this incense has not been lost, and why does it reappear in the world?
I have been playing with eagles all my life, but I never thought that I would be pecked in the eye by an eagle. I actually fell into the trap of illusion, and the singer took advantage of it and easily took over the place. As a result, the spiritual platform was not guarded and the city in the sky collapsed.
When I was thinking wildly, the strings of the pipa played sharply, the strings of the icy spring were cold and frozen, and the Youyan Spring flowed under the ice.
The faces of everyone present were ashen, their bodies were as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they were shivering. The ends of their beards and hair had actually condensed into strands of ice.
"No! Sound Gu!"
Fang Shuliu was shocked.
Ordinary people only know poisonous insect poisons such as snakes, scorpions, centipedes, etc. On top of these, there are seven more powerful invisible poisons, and this sound poison is one of them.
When the singer played the pipa before, she implanted the seeds of the sound Gu into everyone's minds. Once the bewitcher plays the song again, the seeds will linger in their minds and take root. It is said that 'the lingering sound lingers for three days without stopping'
.Once the music melody resonates with the heart of the bewitched person, at least it will make people dance, laugh and be confused; at worst, it will make people lose their mind, go crazy, and die of mania.
If the records in the book are correct, when the pipa music ends and the four strings sound like cracking silk, that is when the hearts of everyone present will burst and their blood vessels will burst and they will die.
Fang Shuliu hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue to keep the last door of the altar clear. But he was unable to stop the pipa playing, let alone to prevent everyone from being sober to madness.