Shen Xihe's pupils shrank slightly: "Soul-stealing technique? I've heard of it..."
She had heard that when they were in the northwest, uncles and aunts often got together for a few drinks. When they were drunk, they couldn't help but talk about the past, especially the changes and thrills on the battlefield.
Dad seldom participated, mostly listening, comforting, or making jokes. Only once did he tell us with a serious face about a battle, in which he almost did not come back.
That was to stabilize the rear and fight against a mysterious tribe in the Western Regions. The enemy was very good at bewitching people. When they passed through the valley, they could hear moving songs coming from the top of the mountain. The women's singing was extremely charming, and people with weak wills would fall into illusions in an instant, and might even turn their swords against their own people.
When marching late at night, one could always hear strange and cold crying sounds, like complaining and weeping, as if there were ghosts everywhere. Some soldiers could not stand the disturbance of such cold and evil sounds, so they simply ended their lives with a knife.
There were countless strange and indescribable things like these. That was the battle in which Shen Yueshan suffered the heaviest losses. He survived all of them, and then something even more terrible happened. They encountered an ambush and were dispersed. There was a thick fog, and when the fog cleared and they reunited, Shen Yueshan did not find anything unusual.
Then strange things kept happening, and people around him fell one after another. Shen Yueshan suspected that one of his guards had been replaced, but he used a method to test it, and the result was that every one of them was genuine.
In this way, Shen Yueshan cannot easily suspect anyone. Once his suspicion is wrong, it will lead to an irreparable tragedy.
"What happened next..." It was rare for Xiao Huayong to hear Shen Xihe take the initiative to talk about Shen Yueshan. It also happened to involve the mysterious soul-stealing technique, which made Xiao Huayong even more curious.
"Later..." Shen Xihe lowered his eyes, "My father's personal guard captain was cast under a spell and became a traitor..."
This person is very much like Yu Wulang today. He knows what he is doing and the consequences of doing so. He is not afraid of being exposed, and does not feel that his behavior is wrong at all.
"Yoyo, do you want to know, how do I know that there is such a miraculous skill in this world?" Xiao Huayong asked in a low voice.
Shen Xihe restrained her emotions and looked up at Xiao Huayong. Her eyes showed that it was natural for Xiao Huayong to know all this. In her eyes, Xiao Huayong was a man who was well-versed in history and the present, knew everything, and had great magical powers. "Is there a special reason?"
Xiao Huayong nodded slightly, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was very calm: "I have been cast a spell."
Shen Xihe stood up suddenly and looked at Xiao Huayong nervously.
The women are chaste and elegant in manners, and the noble ladies are role models in their behavior and conduct.
It was the first time that Xiao Huayong saw the hairpins in Shen Xihe's hair swaying so violently. He couldn't help but smile, "When I was ten years old, I always felt that something was constantly ringing in my ears, in a rhythmic and orderly manner. Whenever these sounds rang, it was as if someone was bewitching me in my ears. I couldn't hear what it said, but I felt like an invisible rope was binding me tightly..."
At that time, he was still not fully grown. Although Tian Yuan and others were following him, they were far from being as capable as they are today. He informed Tian Yuan and asked him to investigate, but Tian Yuan could not find out who was playing tricks.