The sound of the piano that Zhu Ye heard was certainly not a hallucination.
Although the sound of the piano came from the distant snowy ridge, it was a bit ethereal, but it had an objective reality that could not be denied.
The coldness is clear and subtle, like hair, like silk, like a blade, so sharp.
The cold wind on the snowy ridge was cut off, and the night that was slightly illuminated by the lights of Gaoyang Town in the distance was also cut off, and the most stubborn snow lotus in the ice and snow was also cut off.
Several cracks appeared on Zhu Ye's boots, and then penetrated until the skin, flesh and bones were broken.
Both of his feet were broken at the ankles, and with the remaining inertia, he flew towards the gap in the snow ridge. He didn't know where he landed, leaving only two trails of blood in the night.
Zhu Ye had no choice but to cross the snow ridge and go to the world of the human race. He fell into the snow, panting, and his body kept heaving.
The fall was very heavy, and the broken foot was an extremely serious injury, but he lay on the ground and stopped moving, not because of these reasons, but because of despair.
The sound of the piano floated over a distance of more than ten miles, so faint, but it could easily break his legs.
The identity of the middle-aged scholar was already revealed.
He buried his face in the snow and let out a painful howl, like a wounded beast, but he didn't have the courage to fight back, only endless regret.
The sound of fighting and screams could be faintly heard from the distant snowy ridge. It should be Nanke harvesting the lives of those people at will on the mountain road.
The sound of fighting suddenly disappeared, and the screams gradually became low until it was quiet.
Zhu Ye also calmed down, turned around with some difficulty, looked at the starry sky that was so close to the snow peak, and sighed.
If it wasn't for Zhu Shadan's greed, with his status, how could he come to such a remote snowy ridge, and how could he meet such a terrifying enemy
A greedy word, how many people have died, and how many more people will die
The ice and snow are crushed, just like the dead leaves in Qingqiu being crushed, making a very crisp and pleasant sound.
Zhu Sha's body and spirit relaxed with the voice, but her eyes gradually brightened.
Nanke walked in front of him, his wings fluttered gently behind him, carrying a slight night breeze.
The Southern Cross sword had been separated and was held by her two hands. The sword was still bleeding, which should have come from Ning Shiwei and those people.
Zhu Ye looked at her quietly, holding some of the most precious instruments of the Peerless Sect in his sleeves.
Nan Ke drew his sword.
Zhu Ye made a move.
On the snow peak illuminated by the starlight, there was a dull and violent impact sound.
There were more than a dozen bumps on the thick snow slope, and it looked as if some monster was about to come out of it.
The snow was lifted up and danced wildly, covering the starlight and making the environment look extraordinarily gloomy. Only the occasional sword light would illuminate a corner.
Indistinctly, there is the faint sound of a piano.
The sky and the earth were suddenly quiet, and the wind and snow gradually subsided, only the snow on the slopes continued to slide down, making a rustling sound.
At the highest point of the snow ridge, Nanke's sword pierced Zhu Ye's abdomen.
Zhu Ye didn't look down, nor at her, but at a place far away.
The sword in his body was really cold, but the ethereal and even unreal piano sound was even colder.
The coldness reminded him of the story his uncle told back then.
In that story, there is a magic city in the north of the snow field, and that magic city is always shrouded in night.
It was like the night that was gradually occupying his eyes at this moment.
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Nanke carried Zhu Ye's body back to the mountain road.
Blood and frozen blood frost were everywhere on the mountain road, and hundreds of corpses were scattered scattered on both sides.
The middle-aged scholar did not play the piano, but was eating something. There was half a corpse under his feet. Judging from the official boots and the remaining armor, it should belong to Ning Shiwei.
Nanke handed Zhu Ye's body to the middle-aged scholar.
The middle-aged scholar held Zhu Ye with both hands, lowered his head and began to eat.
Like the sound of a cat eating leftovers, like gravel falling into mud.
Blood dripped from his fingers.
It didn't take long for Zhu Ye's body to disappear, leaving nothing behind.
The night wind blew the middle-aged scholar's skirt, and he could see his belly bulge slightly.
He closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, seeming to be reminiscing and thinking about something.
"As expected, he is Zhu Luo's nephew. Although his state is not good, he still has some hints of moonlight left. It can be called a little love, much stronger than this general."
The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes, looked at the remnant body of Ning Shiwei under his feet, showing a look of disdain.
He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, his movements were very elegant, and then walked towards the night in front of the mountain road.
Looking at this bloody and terrifying scene, Nanke's expression did not change at all, and he followed him forward.
Accompanied by the clear sound of the piano, they came to the snow valley more than ten miles away.
Those strong demons who besieged Chen Changsheng were covered with sword wounds and their right hands were useless, but they hadn't died yet.
When they saw the middle-aged scholar and Nanke, it was as if they had seen a real ghost, and their faces became extremely pale.
Nanke glanced at them and said, "Go to hell."
Several streaks of green blood exploded, and those tower-like figures fell heavily into the snow.
After hearing Nanke's words, those strong demons killed themselves without hesitation!
The garden in Snow Valley has been turned into ruins, the misty Spring Lake has dried up into a big pit, and the wooden bridge has been broken into dozens of pieces, like a snake that has lived for hundreds of years, and the snow pavilion has long since disappeared. The condensed ice beads shattered into flocs all over the sky, which was a bit annoying.
Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi stood on the opposite side of the lake. Anhua rescued the general from the ruins, and the two stood nervously in front of the stretcher.
Haidi stood in the lake, holding the weapon in the shape of a broken monument, as if it was the center of this world.
However, in his eyes, no matter this world or the real vast world, the eternal center is the middle-aged scholar who just arrived.
Nanke ignored him, and said to Chen Changsheng: "I helped you solve a lot of troubles, and you owe me a favor."
Zhizhi didn't know her, but judging by the tone of her conversation with Chen Changsheng, she should know each other. After looking at her twice, he suddenly woke up, with infinite warning in his eyes.
"Are you the peacock?"
Nan Ke looked a little dazed, and asked, "You know me?"
"Chen Changsheng mentioned you."
Zhizhi put three fingers between his eyes, and said, "You said that the space between your eyes is too wide, obviously something is wrong."
Nanke thought for a while, not sure whether he should be angry or not, his eyes fell back on Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng didn't look at her, his gaze was always on the middle-aged scholar.
This middle-aged scholar has attracted Haidi's full attention before he even appeared on the stage, and even made Haidi feel infinite fear.
To make Hai Di fear like this, there will never be more than five people in the whole world.
Coincidentally, he had met this middle-aged scholar before, so he knew who he was.
That encounter was in Hanshan.
Tonight is still in Hanshan.
Although the two places are separated by thousands of miles.
It's a coincidence, it's not good.
He sighed.