The sound of the suona is incessant, interlacing and accompanying each other!
But what was unbelievable was that the sound of the suona was not all harmonies, there were other tunes in between.
"Three thousand, what the hell is this suona, it's obviously happy music, but why is it creepy?" Knife Twelve's brow furrowed.
It wasn't just Blade Twelve who felt this way, everyone actually felt the same way at this point.
Although it was joyful, it was creepy and chilling to the spine.
"Because although the tune is a song of joy, there is also a song of lamentation interspersed within it." Ning Yue replied with a frown.
"It's not a tune from our Central Plains." Qin Frost also said.
Hearing the conversation of several people, Zhong Beihai and the others silently brought their swords up, fully armed and ready to deal with all kinds of dangers.
"We're there to borrow lodgings, be a little polite and put down your swords." Han Qianqian frowned intensely.
At the same time, his divine sense was wide open, spreading all around.
What was strange was that there wasn't any powerful internal breath around.
Seeing everyone put down their swords, Han Qianqian then withdrew his divine sense, while slightly returning to himself, "There's still some time left, go over and take a look."
"Three-thousand, it's dry here anyway, so why don't we, for safety's sake, not go there?" Wang Simin said.
"There's nothing but wasteland here, and it's not far from that village, so if there's danger, what's the difference between being there and here?" Han Qianqian said, "We've come, let's go."
"Yes, Miss Wang, there are so many of us, what are we afraid of him." Someone said.
At that moment, Chen Shimin came up and smiled, "If you're afraid, I can protect you."
"Who the fuck are you!" Wang Simin glared at Chen Shimin in displeasure and took a few steps to catch up with the large group that was already moving forward.
Only Chen Shimin, who was left in a mess in the wind,......
"This ...... girl is so hot?" Chen Shimin was dumbfounded.
Obviously just now he was like a soft little girl in front of Han Qianqian, how come in the blink of an eye he was ......
Just fucking outrageous!
A few minutes later ......
Passing through a mountain peak that wasn't very high, the view in front of him soon became unusually open, and looking down from above, it was a green state relative to a dry expanse of land.
On top of the green state, a village, not too big, not too small, sat on it, surrounded by no walls but still with a number of hedges set up with wooden sticks to erect a simple fence.
"Shit, what the fuck is that?" Knife Twelve's pupils widened as he looked incredulously at the village in the distance.
At the gate of the village, a group of people were walking in place around the entrance of the village, each dressed in red, each striding and dancing with joy under the sound of oboes.
In the centre of the crowd, a bright red palanquin is being carried by the crowd, and as the bearer walks and dances with the others, the palanquin rises and falls with joy.
But what was unbelievable, even numbing, was the ......
The sound of the suona is a mournful song, incomparably sad and bleak.
"Three thousand, look at that!"
As Mo Yang shouted, Han Qianqian raised his eyes and looked, at the back of the village, there was also a group of people walking with their heads down, only these people, dressed in plain clothes, with long black hats on their heads and sackcloths around their waists, as the suona sounded, it was plutonic paper flying across the ground.
In the midst of the crowd, a coffin was carried by the crowd, its body black, with a large word for "Dien" at its mouth.
However, what is also unbelievable is that the sound of the suona in the front row is not the mournful music that should be born, but the most loud and joyful of the two suona songs that Han Qianqian and others heard before.
"This ......"
"Hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone, including Han Qianqian, couldn't help but be sucking in cool air backwards and sending chills down their spines.
The seemingly ordinary funeral and welcoming, but because of the strange pairing of fun, it had turned no longer ordinary, and even caused people to feel panic.
Even in the middle of the day, one could not help but feel the gusts of gloomy wind!
"Three thousand, this is too evil, isn't it?"
"Yes...how could this be..."
Han Qianqian's gaze slightly gathered, and the next moment ......