These ghosts are just the lowest level of ghosts, without intelligence, and can only absorb yang energy based on instinct. Su Yin has the Tianyuan True Spirit in her body, which is like a super deluxe version of the Manchu and Han banquet in their eyes. These ghosts, who are so hungry that they are red in their eyes, naturally bump into their heads.

The consequences are of course very serious.

Su Yin's steps were not chaotic, and he slowly stepped across the bluestone terrace, lacquered doorstep, and walked slowly on the white stone corridor in the courtyard. His right hand flew around, like a flower, rub, bump, sweep, press, and brush. Sometimes, "Shang Yang drums and stirs", and the strings roll like cuts; sometimes, "Flying Dragons Hold Clouds", which suppressed the winds of the yard, and the flowing clouds in the sky seemed to be dispersed by the sound of the strings.

In a moment, Su Yin's consciousness became erratic.

At this moment, the scenery of the apricot rain in the window and the green walls of the flower courtyard seemed to be transformed into her eyes.

"Shang Yang Drums Dance" and "Flying Dragon Holding Clouds" are all methods of playing the piano among the ten postures of the right hand.

During the previous five hundred and forty cycles, she didn't learn anything else, but the piano skills were approved by the shopkeeper of Xinghuazhuang. Now she plays it casually, following Bu Feixian, but her mind seems to have stepped into that extremely mysterious world composed of sounds again.

Just as she felt in the light rain and breeze of the piano building on the day she first entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

But this time, she seemed to be able to "see" these sounds.

The pear blossom in front of the courtyard was swaying with the singing sound, and the new leaves on the tree were rustling. The sound was peaceful and vigorous, and the green shadows on the tree were nurturing vitality.

There is also the white stone under my feet. After a day of light, the gaps between the stones were "dumb" and it was the stones slowly closing in the evening. The sound was extremely light and the grease color was filled with the warmth and indifference of time;

And among them, one or two spring grass occasionally popped out from the cracks of the rocks, and the tiny sound of Su Yin could not describe it. However, the joy and excitement in it was like a thin and bright green feather, dancing lightly in the large area of ​​condensed fat.

Going further apart, the clear stream outside the courtyard wall is flowing from the gurgling stream. The flowers and trees outside the bridge are in the wind, and the fish are swimming at the bottom of the water. Each has its own pleasure, its own pleasure, and its colorfulness is hard to describe.

The large courtyard further away is also in front of Su Yin's eyes. The wind blows by, the clouds pass by, and the golden and red sunset swept by. The sounds of all things blend into a colorful rainbow, mixed with the string sounds under Su Yin's fingers.

So, we sing each other and respond to each other, just like the music she played, building a bright and gorgeous world.

Her world alone.

The smile on Su Yin's lips expanded a little, and the starfish fog flew and felt a sense of freedom in her soul.

The sound of the strings she pointed at became more and more free and easy. Some were like pearls and jade, or like a waterfall hanging upside down, as hard as a sword when killing, and as clear as a sword when singing, it became clearer and more like a wind and cloud. That free little world is completely connected with her heart, and her thoughts seem to connect to the larger world outside.

For a moment, in the small courtyard with the setting sun was as blood, the sound of the piano was like a wisp, and the murderous intent was scattered. Even the air seemed to be cut by the string sound. The ghosts in the courtyard rushed up in waves, and then waves turned into black smoke and dissipated. No ghost had the power to combine, and from Su Yin playing the piano, he entered the room.

At this point, the song is finally over. Su Yin holds the old piano in her arms and looks at her leisurely.

The room was very dark, with no candlelight, nor any sunlight. The bright twilight in the courtyard was still here. When we got here, it seemed to be covered by something invisible. Although the windows were open, it was dark, and the cold and humid breath was as if it was real, it was shrouded in this large suite that had been opened.

Nine patients slept in the house, each of whom closed his eyes as if he was dead, and his breathing was very weak. The four people under the east window must be the eldest brother Song Jie's family; and the five people under the west window should be the maids serving Song Xiaomei.

Su Yin calmed down and used his spiritual sense to lightly tugged the strings, extracted two beams of star fog, gathered in his eyes.

In an instant, what she saw in her eyes was no longer an ordinary furniture bed, but a microscopic world of lines of various colors, spots and large blocks.

She finally opened her eyes.

If there is an outsider in front of you, you will be amazed by the dazzling light in Su Yin's eyes. That is the "starry eyes are bright" and "eyes are like cold stars" described in the book.

However, Su Yin had no mood of beauty or not at this time. Her only feeling was that she felt so painful.

One-third of the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness has been consumed. Of course, the dozens of Yin Ghosts she killed were also refined instantly, which has improved the purity of the spiritual power a little.

But overall, the losses are quite large.

In Su Yin's original plan, she had to leave at least half of her spiritual power to deal with the croaker.

After all, she can't assert whether they are real or not. What if they just play? What if they like to cut their flesh with a blunt knife?

For this reason, Su Yin felt that she would better fight quickly and make sure to kill with one blow.

With his right hand pressing the strings, Su Yin's starry eyes were flowing, carefully distinguishing the dark or bright spots and strips. Soon, he locked in a direction.

The beams ten steps ahead.

There was a long tongue ghost on the top.

This should be the big boss ghost created or attracted by Wuchenzi.

At this time, the long-tongued ghost stared at Su Yin straight, with strands of flocs hanging on its corrupt body, and wet and cold mist was filled with. The mist was not an ordinary black or red, but a dark green that was almost black.

He watched Su Yin and slowly opened his mouth.

Long tongues stretched out from his mouth, pus, blood and black water dripping down, his mouth cracked to the base of his ears, while those tongues were still squeezing out one after another, and the wet and cold breath became stronger and stronger.

Su Yin slowly lowered her head.

Very well, her feet were stepping on the longest, darkest and most bloody piece of tongue, and the whole room was completely wrapped by these dark and sticky tongues. The rich and gloomy smell made people's eyes sore.

No wonder there is no sunshine. This is really a dual "sunshading" between the physical and spiritual levels.

Su Yin looked up at the long-tongued ghost.

Su Yin couldn't figure out what the hell is. She only knew that the saying "too much talk" was really not in vain. When she heard these four words later, the one that appeared in her mind must be this ghost.

Su Yin looked calm.

It's all about losing san value. Since she saw that indescribable trick in another world, her psychological endurance has become much stronger now.
Chapter completed!