The change was accompanied by the strange drumming and the fragrance of medicine.
At first, the rich man only thought that the other party was doing useless work. After all, it was not that no one had thought of using other melodies to disrupt his Musical Kill Technique.
But in fact, the reason why his Musical Kill Technique was so powerful was because his rhythm was flexible and changeable. Even the most powerful master could not find the pattern and had no way to break his Musical Kill Technique.
But this melody, which could barely be called drumming, made people inexplicably impulsive.
Even he seemed to have difficulty controlling his own body.
Every time, his rhythm would be interrupted by the drumming. What was even more strange was that he actually subconsciously wanted to use the blood flute to play together.
He tried several times and found that in the end, his tune would always match the drumming.
His face could not help but become gloomier.
What was this? How could it have such an irresistible magic?
"Master, put in more effort! Did you hear that? The person outside has finally been led astray by us! "
In the system, Xiaoyao covered her small mouth and cheered for Lin Mengya with great excitement.
And Lin Mengya also gradually became numb from the inexplicable shame in the beginning.
The wooden stick in her hand, which was used as a drumstick, became more and more rhythmic and natural. Even her thoughts were pulled back to the memories of her previous life.
Back then, in the square outside the university, whenever the sun was about to set, there would be countless aunties and uncles wearing bright red shirts and white pants. They would gather at the same old place on time.
Their movements were neat and uniform, and their movements were also well-trained. The standard equipment was a handkerchief in their left hand and a Yangge fan decorated with tassels in their right hand.
Finally, as the popular national song "Good Days" sounded, the aunties and uncles danced in the fierce and exciting drumming.
The lively and enthusiastic Northeast Yangge was definitely a unique scenery outside of their academy.
Back then, she was young and ignorant. She even repeatedly complained in her heart because of the strong penetrating and inciting force of the drumming.
But she did not expect that one day, the drumming that accompanied her for several years would become her life-saving straw.
That's right!
Lin Mengya was now beating the drumming rhythm of the Northeast Yangge.
Was there anything else better than this impassioned, passionate, and unique rhythm that could enhance the atmosphere and inspire people's hearts?
With the repetition of the drumbeat, this demonic rhythm forcefully pushed away the sadness and depression brought by Blood Flute.
This melody, which had been repeated in the northern lands for countless years, was domineering and irresistible as it became the ruler of this Sound Assassination Technique.
Even in his wildest dreams, the rich man would have never imagined that he had not lost to a peerless master, but to the collective wisdom of the working people.
"Stop knocking! Stop! "
The rich man no longer had the ease he had before.
He glared at Lin Mengya with bloodshot eyes and threatened her through the door.
"I told you to stop! Stop knocking! You're so annoying! "
The Blood Flute was not easy to use.
The material of this thing was very special. Normally, it would be contaminated with the owner's blood, and every time the blood was extracted, the owner would have to bear unbearable pain.
Over time, it became a conditioned reflex.
As long as its master was using the Blood Flute, its mind would automatically recall all the pain it had experienced before, and it could become the carrier of its master's pain in the shortest amount of time.
But now, all of this had been disrupted by a simple melody that he had never heard before. This made the rich man feel …
This made the rich man feel great humiliation and panic.
That kind of indescribable emotion made him even more impatient. Naturally, he lost himself in Lin Mengya's rhythm.
"Come on, Master! He's panicking, he's panicking, he's panicking! "
Xiaoyao appeared to be unusually excited.
It was not because he had any special interest in this drum rhythm.
It was just that this also provided him with an idea for the future.
Every time his master was in danger, he could only try his best to dig out the existing countermeasures from the existing database.
Over time, it showed its limitations.
For example, this time.
If he had not combined the knowledge obtained from the modern era with that of this era, it would have been difficult for him to break through.
Although modern technology could not solve all problems, with the support of a huge database, a large amount of information could be compared, integrated, and finally analyzed, and then combined with the actual situation to localize.
He was afraid that it would bring unexpected consequences.
But he had to control the degree.
This was also the consensus that he and Lin Mengya had reached before. They could not use technology that was too powerful to accelerate the process of history.
If there was a lack of development in the middle, they were afraid that it would be counterproductive.
But other than that, they could open up a new route along the Silk Road, so that the technological achievements of modern technology could be combined with the actual conditions here.
At this thought, he suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavy.
"You're an artificial intelligence, so you can't feel whether it's heavy or not without a physical body.
Also, throw away the two wicker baskets on your shoulders. This is a metaphor, not a real thing. "
Just by looking at Xiaoyao, Lin Mengya could not help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Perhaps it was because Xiaoyao had been growing too fast recently, causing him to occasionally make these small mistakes when digesting knowledge and culture.
Fortunately, Xiaoyao quickly returned to normal.
Both of them turned their attention to the outside.
"Listening to the sound, the fighting sounds outside seem to be quieter. Next, it's up to you, Master. "
Lin Mengya nodded and put down the wooden stick in her hand.
Casually, he took out five small medicine bottles from his medicine box.
She wanted to create a dream for all the guards who had been forcibly pulled into the dream.
A dream that could make up for all their regrets, so that they would no longer be controlled by the demons in their hearts.
As her fingers flew, powder, pills, and medicine were constantly mixed together, and finally thrown into the small medicine furnace in front of her.
Smoke rose in spirals, accompanied by a strange medicinal fragrance, and the sounds of fighting outside became even weaker.
The rich man was almost going crazy with anger.
He bit his lip hard, widened his eyes, and stared at the door.
Even if his Sound Kill Skill was useless, he still wanted to kill that woman with his own hands.
Just as he took a step forward, suddenly, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
He looked blankly in front of him, but in the next moment, his eyes turned into horror and helplessness …
Shape, sound, smell, taste, touch, these were the five senses.
People who came into contact with everything in the outside world had to perceive these five senses.
Now, the other party used "sound", and in addition to "sound" and "smell", she also added the interference and influence of medicine on human beings.
"Sound", called out to the guards.
Awakening the courage of the guards, "smell" gave them the courage to overcome the demons in their hearts.
And those slightly poisonous drugs became their constant source of motivation.
Their bodies became more active because of the toxicity, and it also made them feel full of strength.
The five senses that had become sharper would also help them to get out of the illusion faster.
Lin Mengya's combination could be said to be a combination of all her current advantages.
She carefully waited until there was no more movement outside, then opened the door and held the medicine hut to check the situation outside.
Some people fell to the ground, while others stood in place like stone statues.
Lin Mengya could read many emotions from their faces.
There was pain, confusion, regret, and even anger.
But their brows were no longer full of pain.
They were quenched and reborn under the experience of the demons in their hearts, and returned to nirvana.
When they could completely walk out of the illusion on their own, it was also when their hearts became indestructible.
After checking around, she placed the medicine hut upwind with relief.
Although she was making a lot of noise here, it was still quiet outside.
Lin Mengya did not dare to open the door to check the situation. In front of her, there was also a person's performance, which attracted her attention.
It was that rich Qian Chuanzi.
Different from those guards who had gradually entered a good state, he curled up his body, his face was pale, but his eyeballs were rolling violently under his eyelids.
Lin Mengya was very curious about what kind of illusion this guy fell into, so that he was so scared.
But she could not pry into his mind, so she could only curiously squat beside him, reach out and easily pull out the blood jade in his hand.
Oh, what a strong smell of blood!
Lin Mengya's sense of smell was so sharp that she almost vomited as soon as she held it in her hand.
Looking carefully, she found that the surface of this blood-colored bamboo flute was very smooth, but the inside was covered with fine lines.
The stench of blood also came from this place.
Lin Mengya turned it over and over again, and finally shook her head helplessly.
Sometimes, she really wondered if these people were sick in the head.
Wasn't it good to keep their skills for the benefit of the world? Why did they have to be so bloody and violent? Was it really because they were psychopaths?
No wonder, being trapped in such a small place for hundreds of years, even a good person would go crazy.
However, she did not have much sympathy at all.
She threw the blood-colored bamboo flute aside, and then planned to get a rope to tie him up, so that she could interrogate him.
However, just as she was about to tie the rope around the other party's neck, she saw a figure suddenly appear out of thin air and attack her at lightning speed.
Fortunately, Lin Mengya's sixth sense was different from ordinary people, so she rolled on the ground in time and avoided the sneak attack.
After that, the person did not attack her, but just carried her and ran away.
When Lin Mengya stood up from the ground, she found that rich Qian Chuanzi was gone.
Thinking of the sudden appearance of the figure just now, Lin Mengya immediately thought that maybe the other party was his companion.
But she did not know why the other party appeared so late, and did not want to fight, just carried her and ran away.
Lin Mengya tidied up her dress and patted off all the dust, but did not stop thinking.
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