However, in addition to the heavy and strong murderous aura in this layer of star coffin, there seems to be a sad and melancholy atmosphere.

This...... What's going on here?

Jing Zhaomei slowly walked out of the coffin of the stars, but his body did not walk to the muddy ground, but slowly rose into the air.

His body, which seemed to be burning with fierce flames, rose higher and higher in the torrential rain, and looked at the ground with a look of astonishment:

So, little girl, although your flower protection bell has obtained the true inheritance of the god-in-law, it can be regarded as a first-class secret weapon in the rivers and lakes today.

However, for me, Jing Zhaomei, it doesn't work at all, and I can turn your body into a pile of powder like this bell.

So, if you're still determined to stand up for the immortal phoenix, then let me seal you in this coffin of the stars and begin eternal sleep.

Speaking of this, I saw Jing Zhaomei, who was rising higher and higher in the glass-like enchantment, his hands suddenly opened, and he drew a long line in mid-air.

Then, he saw a white light like a meteor in the clear night sky.

The stars twinkled, and the long lines began to spiral.

When the starlight that twinkled and hovered in the rainy night slowly disappeared, he saw that Jing Zhaomei already had an antique piano in his hand.

Jing Zhaomei, who was rising higher and higher in the glass-like enchantment, suddenly stopped rising, and his body slowly stopped in midair.

Then, suddenly, he sat down cross-legged, sitting in the glass-like enchantment, and placed the guqin horizontally on his lap.

His ten fingers pressed on the strings, plucked gently, and then the crisp and cold sound of the piano began to permeate the forest of death.

The sound is low and gentle.

Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Bite...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Like the singing of the priests and nuns in the church on Sunday, or the sound of the bell ringing on the roof of a church building with a slow vine.

Among them, there is also a long whistle when the pigeon suddenly flies.

The surroundings fell into an unprecedented cold silence, as if it had suddenly stepped into the cold winter from late autumn, freezing everything in the world.

Even the heavy rain pouring down overhead seemed to be infected by the sound of his piano, and although the rain line did not abate, the rain slowed down.

The rain line fell slowly, although it was very slow, but it had already penetrated the layer of enchantment that was also like a glass cover around the leader's body, and fell on the leader's body.

When the rain fell, it immediately stayed on the body, and it was still slowly accumulating on it, accumulating, as if it had become solid in an instant, like snowflakes falling on the body, slowly accumulating on the body.

Then, the wind that blew from somewhere, made the bleak and gloomy forest of death even colder.

The cold wind blew, and the rain that had accumulated on the top of the leader actually began to freeze slowly, freeze, and make a click, click, click, click.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader struggled hard.

But, no, the raindrops that fell on her body were freezing at a speed that was unimaginable, and in an instant, it froze her limbs and her blood.

Even her mind was frozen in an instant.

The consciousness of the best is slowly fading, fading......

She suddenly felt more tired than ever, and her eyelids began to heavily.

With each blink of her eyes, her consciousness faded a little.

When she lost consciousness completely, maybe it was when she died.

And as her consciousness faded, the ice on her body slowly thickened, intensified, and then, in an instant, turned into a coffin.

In this way, the coffin of the stars slowly formed in the sound of Jing Zhaomei's piano.

The best suddenly became one of these coffins of stars.

Perhaps, it won't take long, a month...... Half a month...... 10 days...... Oh no, maybe it will be shorter, and she'll be a skeleton with all her essence drained.

At this time, she suddenly understood that when she looked at these star coffins just now, she would feel a deep sadness in addition to this strong breath of death.

It turned out that this coffin of stars slowly sucked out not only the bloody essence on his body, but also the deep despair buried in his heart.

What a powerful piano sound.

The sound of the piano continued, but the leader who gradually faded his consciousness clearly heard Jing Zhaomei's whisper from this low and sad piano sound, and said:

Little girl, you are indeed completely different from the people I have sealed in this coffin of the stars before.

Those of them are either arrogant people who are trying to compete with my master, they are greedy for fame and fortune, and they think that if they defeat my master, they will be celebrities in the rivers and lakes.

Either it is the green forest thieves who covet the huge wealth of my Hongmen, trying to unite to seize the huge wealth that my Hongmen has accumulated over the past few decades.

Each of them is filthy inside, like water in a dung pit, but you are different.

Although you also came to kill my master, I can clearly see that your heart is clear, like the water of this bamboo forest reflected in the clear pool.

That immortal phoenix Lan Yutang is obviously a treacherous scum who is despised by the people of the rivers and lakes, but why do you still help him so much?

Do you think this scum really deserves to be helped by such a great sacrifice? Do you really think that he has some kind of inexplicable affliction for doing such unrighteous deeds?

Hmph, even if he had some kind of unspeakable suffering, but, before this, he had killed so many people, including those who were his friends.

Even if it was because he wanted to save Ding Yuehua, in order to ask for the antidote to the light bamboo grass of the Dijing Palace, he could not justify the sins he committed.

In the end, even if he got the light bamboo grass, even if he killed all the enemies in the end, what would he get in exchange for new hatred.

Little girl, if you can't explain this, then go to sleep slowly, in this coffin of stars that I have made for you.

The sound of his piano became slower and slower, slower and slower, like his childhood self sleeping in a cradle under the stars, and the jingling wind chimes were still ringing in his ears.

The sound of the piano continues.

The night rain is still falling.

However, at this time, Jing Zhaomei heard a low and rather emotional voice suddenly come from this dead forest, and said slowly:

Jing Zhaomei, although you are asking this little girl these questions, why don't you torture yourself in the depths of your heart.