Han Shanyue stood on the high platform unmoved, and at the moment when the cheers were about to soar, his palms suddenly closed.

The cheers of the crowd seemed to be encircled by an inexplicable force, condensed into a line, like a giant dragon with a combination of voices flying into the sky

In a cave in Tianshu Mountain.

A man in red was sitting in the flickering hall playing an ice-blue guqin.

Around him, there were eight young women sitting in Muran, all of whom were wearing red dresses, and although their faces were different, they all had a pair of small and delicate hands. At first glance, it looks like the kind of hand that plays the piano. Delicate and white.

In fact, no matter what their identities are, they all have one thing in common, they are both guqin masters, and they are the heroines of the disappearances in the city.

At this moment, they are sitting in eight positions, and the posture of meditation is also the posture of playing the piano. They obviously don't have a piano on their laps, but they are all doing the action of playing the piano one by one.

As they moved, there seemed to be a soft breath emanating from their fingertips, winding and flowing towards the ice-blue guqin on the lap of the man in red.

The guqin is a lyre, the strings are made of unknown materials, and they are also sky blue, with faint brilliance flashing on the strings.

One of the seven strings was noticeably dull in color, as if it had been drained of its charm, and was seriously injured.

And the soft breath that came out of the fingers of the eight women flowed to the dim string.

With the infusion of the breath of the eight women, the string seemed to be re-energized, and the color finally began to gradually brighten and recover

But the eight women seemed to be slowly drained of their aura, and their faces became whiter and whiter, and they became more and more dull.

They were demented on their faces, obviously controlled by the sound of the man in red. The fingers were playing mechanically, but there was a look of horror in the eyes. Just can't control yourself

As the aura of their bodies was drained inch by inch by the guqin, their long black hair began to dry and gray, slowly turning white. The skin that was originally soft and smooth became inelastic at a rate visible to the naked eye, and wrinkles began to appear more and more

And the color of the injured string will finally return to its original streamer flicker, and at this recovery speed, it will not take half an hour for the string to fully return to its original style.

The man in red was already sweating slightly on his forehead, and his eyes were staring at the string with a warm look.

It's finally going to be restored

There was pride and satisfaction in his eyes

He held on for another half an hour, and half an hour would be fine

Outside, there was a pale white light and shadow, and suddenly there was a strange sound of a landslide and tsunami rushing straight into the cave, and the entire sound of the piano was drowned out in an instant

The sound was not only loud, but also contained extremely strong yang energy, and the whole cave rushed in like a dragon, and the entire cave suddenly lit up, as if it had cast a super bright signal flare, illuminating everyone's eyes.

The women woke up like they had just woken up from a big dream, their bodies shook suddenly, and the movements of their hands stopped.

The strings that had just been restored finally broke, and the strings bounced back onto the back of the man in red's hand before disappearing

The man in red sat there, looking down at the back of his hand, and a line of blood slowly gushed out from the ruptured wound, bright red and bewitching.

"Hey, why am I here?"

"Ah, what kind of place is this

"Oh my God, who are you, so ugly"

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