The red shadow in front disappeared in a flash and hid in a scholar examination room.
Fangzheng strode out and arrived almost instantly.
But the exam room was empty.
At this moment, in the long, quiet dungeon, a woman's clear singing voice began to sound, and that singing voice carried countless lamentations, resentment and sadness.
The bones of the dead don't know anyone, and they can't cover them vertically and horizontally.
…
Standing alone against the lonely scene, swaying the liver and lungs.
…
When is your life, worry about your age.
The voice sang a cappella over and over again, the voice was beautiful, and he lamented his fate endlessly. After listening to it several times, Fangzheng finally understood that this was not part of Cai Wenji's "Poetry of Sadness and Anger"
The full text of "Poetry of Sadness and Anger" can be roughly divided into three parts.
They are Dong Zhuo's Rebellion in the first part;
In the second part, the famous families were reduced to trampled captives, wandering in the wilderness like weeds in the wind;
The bones of the third part are unknown, and all relatives have been lost.
The reason why Fangzheng was so impressed with this "Poetry of Sadness and Anger" was because when he was participating in club activities in college, he was dragged to be a young man during a program rehearsal, so he knew this "Poetry of Sadness and Anger" by chance.
Thinking of the distressed artistic conception in "Poetry of Sadness and Anger", and then thinking of all the mountain gods I saw before, it seems that the owner of this song compares the mountain god to the cruel and unscrupulous Dong Zhuo Rebellion
Just as Fangzheng was thinking, a red figure flashed past him very quickly again.
"who?"
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
Fang Zheng didn't even think about it, he chased after him almost instantly, boom!
Several fragile wooden walls in the test room were shattered by the arm of the demon ape, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.
But this time it was still empty.
Fang Zheng's brows could not help but wrinkled.
This time the ghost is fast and cunning...
"Wandering becomes humble, and I am often afraid of being donated again... How long is life, worrying all the time..." The woman's voice sounded again.
This time the voice came from behind Fangzheng.
Fangzheng's back muscles tensed, and the giraffe turned around abruptly.
Holding a folded red oil-paper umbrella in her hand, wearing a red tulle dress, a beautiful ancient woman with her body curves looming, stood pretty behind Fang Zheng.
"Gao Shuhua!!"
Fangzheng was stunned.
But he immediately vetoed it, because the other party's facial features were vaguely similar to Gao Shuhua's, but if you look carefully, you can still clearly see the difference between the two.
And there is a difference in age between the two.
The age of Gao Shuhua is a senior high school student aged 17 or 18.
The woman in front of her is about twenty years old, and her facial features tend to be more mature.
"You are the old city god, the ancestor of Huapi Gao's family imprisoned here?" Fang Zheng asked cautiously to the woman holding the red oiled paper umbrella.
But the woman did not answer Fang Zheng's question.
With a voice as crisp as a yellow warbler, she subconsciously sang "Poetry of Sadness and Anger" over and over again.
Singing, singing, suddenly, the woman who looked somewhat similar to Gao Shuhua raised her beautiful face and looked up at Fangzheng with a sweet smile.
Peng!
The red oiled paper umbrella in the woman's hand suddenly opened, thump, thud, thump... A small oiled paper umbrella opened, and a dozen heads fell out of it.
"Choose one."
Fangzheng glanced at the dozen or so heads on the ground. These heads were not human heads, but rather messy heads of mice, cats, monkeys, snakes, etc.
Fangzheng frowned and asked, "What do you want me to choose?"
"Choose one."
"Choose one."
The woman who looked a bit like Gao Shuhua looked at Fangzheng with a sweet smile, repeating the same sentence over and over again.
"What do you want me to pick?"
"If you don't tell me, how will I know what you want me to choose?"
Fang Zheng asked several times, but the woman on the opposite side kept repeating the same sentence, Fang Zheng suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.
"That's right...you've been dead for hundreds of years. What I see now is just a ray of obsession. I know it's useless to ask, but I still have a silly conversation with you, an unconscious NPC. I'm not forcing you!" Shall I lower my wits?"
However, even though you can't talk, you can't keep procrastinating like this.
Now the woman opposite is obviously entangled with him.
Fangzheng didn't dare to turn around and leave easily, leaving the door behind to the enemy.
"Why don't you pick one for me?"
"Can't you?"
Looking at the woman who was still repeating the same sentence over and over again, Fangzheng scolded the crazy woman in a low voice, and then said impatiently: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, smirk with a hammer, since you don't answer, then I don't want these snakes Head, as long as you, well, I have already chosen, what process should I follow next?"
"I'd like to see what tricks you're up to."
"If you promise yourself with your body, I'll count you as a werewolf."
I don't know which sentence Fang Zheng said that inspired the NPC's next step. The red shadow flashed, and the woman disappeared in place.
Just as Fang was searching for the figure of the woman, above his head, there was a red shadow, a claw ruthlessly scratched Fang Zheng's chest.
puff! puff! puff!
In less than a minute, Fang Zheng received no less than a dozen claws. This woman's speed was too fast, and Fang Zheng couldn't catch up at all.
This woman's speed is even better than that of the hunchbacked old man.
Stronger than the hunchbacked old man.
Fangzheng couldn't dodge it several times, and if he continued like this, he would definitely be caught alive by this crazy woman.
So, if you provoke anyone, don't provoke a woman who is born with nine yin and white bone claws.
Damn!
It is too cruel! It's so vicious!
Fangzheng felt that he couldn't bear the woman's nine-yin white bone claws, and his spirit was consumed too quickly, so he saw Fangzheng running in one direction behind him with all his strength.
Twenty minutes away, after running with all his strength, he arrived in just one minute. The prison where Fang Zheng had killed the hunchbacked old man appeared in front of him. Fang Zheng ran into the prison without thinking about it.
It was exactly as Fangzheng had guessed!
The woman seemed to be unconscious, only instinct remained, and she also chased into the prison.
puff!
A red oiled paper umbrella, like a sharp spear, sneaked up from behind and pierced Fang Zheng's chest. It seemed that even the woman couldn't figure out why Fang Zheng, who had been dodging her attack before, suddenly didn't dodge at this time, so that the woman was stunned.
"Finally caught you!"
There was a sinister smile on the face of the hideous-looking demon ape. Fangzheng firmly grasped the oil-paper umbrella passing through his chest with one hand, and with the other hand, he turned around and elbowed heavily, bang!
A deafening bang!
The woman behind was cut into a U shape by Fang Zheng's elbow on the stone wall of the prison.
Originally, the woman could dodge, but the small space in the prison limited her dodging space. After finally taking advantage of the small space, Fang Zheng, who caught the woman, would not let this ghost go so easily.
Fangzheng completely ignored the nine-yin bone claws of Gao Shuhua's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. Hong Chen was smashed into pieces by Fang Zheng.
At the same time, he obtained a wisp of gray-white soul energy.
(end of this chapter)