9 Under the Second Millennium Imprisonment of Toka
I walked towards Guqin, and she closed the door behind me with a very slight "click" sound.
The guqin is at the bottom of the fluorescent lamp, and the white light reflected from the piano board is projected calmly on the ceiling. The ancient seal seal of "Five Lakes" is indeed gone - "I used some materials from the 'Disguise Art' to seal the handwriting.
It fell off. Furthermore, the tycoon used mobile fluoroscopy equipment to carefully explore its interior in square centimeter units, but found nothing; in anyone's opinion, except for the abnormally transparent sound, it did not show much more
The strangeness of it.”
Gu Qingcheng stood on the opposite side of the table, folding her arms and looking down at the guqin.
Suddenly, I felt that the fluorescent lamp dimmed, as if something passed under the lamp, blocking its light for about one tenth of a second. Paranormal experts often say that the wavelength of cold light emitted by fluorescent lamps is the longest.
It is easy to see the ghosts of heretics and has a strange "appearance" effect.
I looked up and stared at the light tube.
"Did you see it too?" Gu Qingcheng looked slightly nervous and pushed up his glasses habitually.
This room is located at the tip of the two wings of the "Nine-Headed Bird Life-saving Bureau". It is the place that bears the brunt of the dangerous pattern. The reason why it is empty is because when Wang Jiangnan and others moved into Xunfu Garden, I specifically asked Xiao Kereng
Vacant. The most dangerous place, where those who live there will die. In fact, a large part of Yelan's death was related to him living in the top room on the left wing. Although I didn't blame Xiao Kereng for this matter, she should too.
Feel something.
"You shouldn't have put the guqin here -" I sighed, and there was a rustling wind from all directions.
"I was wrong. In ancient times, when people played the harp in the mountains, mountain spirits and tree monsters lurked close to eavesdrop and attached themselves to the strings of the harp. You suddenly fainted and I didn't have time to assess the situation, so I hurriedly arranged this constant temperature room. Mr. Feng, since you are looking for
Fuyuan Villa is a property under your name, why did you arrange such a strange 'nine-headed bird's life-saving situation'? Isn't this a deliberate attempt to put yourself in trouble?"
Gu Qingcheng took out the handkerchief again and gently wiped it on the strings.
I can't explain it, because I can't even understand the big brother's intention when he built it. Or should I really tear it down in one go to get the answer?
"I want to use the method of "dropping blood to trap spirits" to exorcise evil spirits. What do you think?" The little finger of her left hand pressed on the strings, and with just one stroke, the skin would break and bleed.
As the sister of Gu Zhijin, a famous antique dealer in Hong Kong, she should be well aware of some of the exorcisms in this circle. Every priceless antique has changed hands for at least a few times over the thousands of years.
Ten times, or even hundreds of times. When it changes hands, there are very few opportunities for peaceful transfer, and most of them will be accompanied by robbery and killing. After the death of those original kind-hearted collectors, the resentful ghosts linger and will follow them.
Beloved objects are fused together. Over time, more and more resentful souls gather on the antiques. When they are transferred into the hands of antique dealers, they must go through some kind of "exorcism" ritual in order to protect themselves.
I shook my head: "Ms. Gu, after you get this guqin, you won't keep it and use it yourself. Once it bleeds, the original resentful soul will most likely stay by your side, so the gain outweighs the loss."
With her methods and scheming, she worked hard to get this guqin, and her plan must be bigger than music and money transactions. It can be seen that she doesn't care about money, but only cares about whether she can successfully facilitate this.
transactions.
She frowned and thought for a moment, then raised her hand and nodded with sincerity: "Yes, Mr. Feng is right, but I was wrong again."
"Who? Who? Tengjia -" I suddenly had a feeling and blurted out, but then I realized my gaffe and quickly turned to Gu Qingcheng: "Miss Gu, please stay away for a while, or I can help You drive away the resentful souls on the piano." Some feelings cannot be described in words. I only know that there is an extremely familiar shadow falling lightly on the side of the table. I can't see her, but I smell her. The fragrance on his body - the fragrance of the "bird of a thousand flowers" that I have never forgotten since the moment I met him in the Egyptian desert.
Gu Qingcheng hesitated for a moment and took a breath of cold air: "Maybe I can be of some help if I stay here..."
I took a step back, opened the door with a bang, stared at her face, and silently ordered her to be kicked out. At this moment, I didn't even dare to be distracted, otherwise I might lose my sense of Tengka's presence in an instant.
The courtyard was still very quiet, and beautiful clouds appeared from nowhere, even blocking the starlight in the sky. On the watchtower, there was actually a careless person smoking, and the fire flickered on and off, becoming the most conspicuous target in the night. The members of the Gunslingers Association are becoming more and more like a ragtag group. I really wonder how this group of people can be the opponent of the well-trained Yamaguchi-gumi?
With the light of this cigarette butt, a skilled enemy sniper can kill this guy with one blow from a distance of 800 meters to one kilometer. In today's world, the weak cannot survive, even if it is just for a second of relaxation. , what you throw away may be your only life.
Gu Qingcheng lowered her head and walked out, but she was probably reluctant in her heart.
I closed the door again and stared at the fluorescent lamp again. The fragrance of "Thousand-Flower Bird" became stronger and stronger, and the strings of the piano were suddenly lightly flicked, emitting a deep and trembling bass. I couldn't hear the human voice, but my mind suddenly I read a certain thought, which should be Tengjia's thought - "I discovered once again that the soul is still immortal and still cannot go to the place where Master and the others exist. Why? I would rather die and forget with the end of the soul's state of existence. A thousand years have passed. No one wants to be imprisoned in a cicada. That small, suffocating, tearless state is enough to make the soul go crazy. Wind, can you hear it? I was imprisoned again Yes, but it is in this ancient harp that has endured for thousands of years."
I nodded involuntarily to show that I had heard it.
"If this is my destiny, then where will the end of this destiny be? I have lived through a thousand years and seen all the ups and downs of life and the world. Is it possible that the next thousand years will be another one?"
Those were indeed Tengka's thoughts. Although no one spoke, I could feel her presence.
"How can I help you?" I murmured, reaching out my hand to touch her, but all I could feel on my fingertips was air.
"No, no one seems to be able to help me, because even I don't know the future... Wait, do you know what the highest note of life is? I vaguely realized that I was imprisoned this time - to I hit 'the highest note of my life'? What does that mean?"
Her thoughts also expressed great confusion.
There was a slight "buzzing" vibration from the air outlet of the air conditioner. It was precisely because the house was empty and empty that I could focus my mind without being distracted at all. She does exist, but she does not have a body visible to our naked eyes. Just like the wind on the earth, it blows everything but has no trace or form.
My mind was shocked once. I still remember what the Egyptian elder Sahan said - "The movement of the phantom demon forms wind." Could the current existence of Tengjia be the same material form as the phantom demon?
She asked the same sentence over and over again: "What is the 'highest note of life'? What is the 'highest note of life'..." It was like asking me, but more like asking herself.
The piano is still a piano, and the strings are still strings. Where will her soul be hidden? The tycoon has explored every part of the piano in detail - I suddenly realized that the physical detection methods we are used to can only apply to the known types of matter on the earth.
, when encountering some unknown things, these rays and infrared means are absolutely "indifferent" methods.
"Are you in the guqin? Has the guqin changed because it has penetrated into your soul?"
Her soul sighed: "Yes, the guqin is made from trees, dragon whiskers, and animal bones. Even if you name it with gorgeous words, and try your best to provoke it with complicated fingerings, it is still just a dead thing. Happiness arises from the heart,
It loops around the chest, as for the limbs, reaches the fingertips, and then appeals to the instrument - an instrument with a soul, if you strum it casually, it will be "yangchun, white snow"; an instrument without a soul, even if it is reborn as a teacher, it will be boring.
Noise. It’s time for us to say goodbye. Where will you be in a thousand years?”
As soon as this question was raised, the 'soul' and I burst into laughter at the same time. In less than a hundred years, I should already be flying into the blue sky with the smoke from the refining furnace, so why talk about a thousand years?
"The highest note of life..." Those were the last words left by Tengjia, and then the strings of the piano swayed like a tidal wave, making the noise deafening, and then stopped abruptly.
She disappeared, and the fluorescent lamp above my head returned to its original bright and stable state. I suddenly felt exhausted, and when I looked at the guqin again, I felt a vague feeling of reluctance. It can be regarded as the incarnation of Tengjia, maybe she said
The "thousand-year imprisonment" is just an illusory concept. Under certain opportunities and coincidences, she will reappear in the world...
With a loud "wow" sound, Gu Qingcheng opened the door angrily and jumped in.
I raised my hands and smiled faintly: "I didn't move it, the strings were ringing by themselves." At this point, I still didn't understand Gu Qingcheng's thoughts. Where was she going to take the guqin? Between her and Gu
Behind Zhijin, who has such a strong interest in Guqin? I don’t know Gu Qingcheng, but I know Gu Zhijin. A high-level antique broker like him who makes money under the guise of “music” does not have a huge amount of money.
How can we impress him if there is a gap in interests?"