The sound of the trumpet was as sad as the last time I heard it.

It is no exaggeration to say that the tune of this trumpet sounded is very similar to the repertoire of people, with an indescribable depth and sorrow, which can directly invade the human heart and even affect the emotions of the living.

The people who had been in panic before were quieted down involuntarily, and the mood seemed to have calmed down, but everyone's face was full of sadness.

Say something ugly.

At this time, our expression, like the dead in the family, our eyes are inexplicably red.

“The flow of air is getting faster...” He Yi murmured: “How can this be... it is fast on its own... it is not to let the old monk speed up...”

“The gas is alive.”The old monk also looked surprised and muttered to himself, “They are flowing like consciousness... what’s going on...”

"All right!He Yi Gong said with great joy: "The breath of the sander is far from Bill's strong, its breath should have its own consciousness, can feel the existence of the monster in the cave, perhaps it feels that it has been provoked, so it accelerates the flow of breath, and constantly pours into the air...

“Winning?”I looked at him, a little bit of a reaction.

Not long ago, this old thing was like dying, and we complained over and over again, this game was steadily losing, and it was impossible to win if you wanted to break the day.

But not a while, just saw the sudden sudden, two words do not say changed the side expression, the kind of face of kung fu is to kill me can not learn.

Too tough.

"I don't think it's any big deal either."The old monk smiled, "The air is getting faster and faster, but it does not take away my breath, as if I can't do anything."

“So... you don’t have to die?” I asked, looking at him, waiting for him to give me an accurate answer.

Although the reply to me is not so intuitive, the tone is still very sure.

"As long as he doesn't get out of the way, he'll not be dead."

At this time, the atmosphere in the field has eased down, as if to get rid of the monster is hand-to-hand, no one is so nervous.

But I don't know why, maybe I'm more sensitive, I can't help but think more.

Listening to that trumpet sound, I really relaxed a lot, but there was always a sense of danger in my heart.

That sense of uneasiness, danger, is like a thorny tadpole coiled around my heart, and it seems to crawl along the blood vessels, constantly squirming...extending to other places.

The more happy they were to see what they were, the more I was afraid, but I did not dare to say it, because I was not sure where this sense of danger came from.

I just wish I wanted more.

“Why, the monster woke up?”I tested and asked.

“Wake up, didn’t I just tell you?”He Yi said with a smile: "Its breath is very weak, it seems to be deliberately hiding their own air, dare not let the sand-body find."

“Doesn’t it have any intention of breaking the seal?”I asked again.

He shook his head, saying it should not be, if there was...

"This statue must be broken."

He said, raising his hand and pointing to the sitting image of Shakyamuni.

I looked a few carefully, to make sure that the sitting image did not continue to crack, which was relieved, but the fear in my heart still did not disperse.

Learning the old monk, I sat on the ground cross-legged, quietly rubbing my arm, very reluctantly controlling the mood.

If I don't sit down, I'm afraid that Chen Qiuyan, who is standing behind me, will find a little hint.

My legs are inexplicably trembling, really, this is no exaggeration, the magnitude of that tremor is very obvious, and if I don't sit down and rest in time, I think I can't stand.

“Oh, uh...”

The trumpet sound in the temple is still ringing, and there is a growing trend, and the volume is constantly getting bigger.

Until finally, when it stopped the volume change, the sound of the earrings began to make people feel dizzy.

“Why does this sound keep going...” Qin Bing couldn’t help but open his mouth, tightly covering his head, his face full of pain: “I feel like I’m drilling into my head... The pain of the real mother...”

"I am also a little uncomfortable..." Chen Qiuyian gently frowned, rubbed the temple with his hand, and his expression was very heavy: "World An, this horn sound will have no other effect on living people?" 」

“It should not be.”I said, there was some tension in my heart: "The last time I heard this trumpet was in a dream, it had little impact on me, just don't know the reality or not..."

“Dreams are dreams, reality is reality, and the difference is great.”Qin Bing bit his teeth and said, “It’s not necessary to cover your ears, otherwise I’ll take them out first?”

Hearing the words of Qin Bing, I looked at Chen Qiuyan and nodded, indicating that this method was feasible.

Qin soldiers are no longer powerful, can not be separated from the category of ordinary people.

Even these "monsters" with their physical changes are a little headache, let alone them?

“Go ahead, and we’ll get it out.”I said, thought about it, and added: "Go as far as possible, don't worry about us, you can contact other people..."

Without waiting for me to finish speaking, the sound of the trumpet reverberating in the temple stopped without warning, and the extremely sudden change made everyone stagger for two seconds.

This horn is not conscious, can it be said to stop?

“What’s going on?”Qin soldiers also became nervous, constantly looking around, eyes full of vigilance: "How do I feel a little dangerous..."

“Do you think something is wrong, too?” he asked, busy.

“Me too.”Chen Qiuyan whispered, “It seems that something came out, it was in the temple, but I can’t tell where it is, it seems to be underground...”

Chen Qiuyian had just said this, and the ground shook twice.

The magnitude of the two tremors was so great that one of Qin soldiers and Chen Qiuyan did not stand still, and they were all thrown to the ground.

Chen Qiuyan was fine, the reaction was relatively timely, with the palm of his hand on the ground, very easily climbed up, but Qin Jun's reaction was slow, his head was thrown out of a mouth, and the blood flowed out.

At this time, He Yijun suddenly shouted: "Be careful!Something is coming!”

“What is it? where?” he asked.

The rat also knew who was most vulnerable to danger here, and immediately ran away from me and went straight to the feet of the Qin soldiers, carefully looking around.

“Underground . . . it’s coming through the air...” He Yiguang gritted his teeth and said, “It’s not false... it’s a physical thing!”It’s in the air!”

Physically?

Hearing this statement, I first thought for a while, but I just felt incomprehensible.

Physical ... should refer to something solid... it is difficult to get up to the real body of the other body?

That shouldn't be either!

The pulse is so big, it is good to say, walk away from each other... This is also a little too difficult for it...

In its volume, even the innermost entrance can not come...

“Be careful!”

I screamed, I subconsciously played a cold trembling, did not wait for me to react, only to listen to the three snarors behind.

Soon, the temple was filled with blood.

When I looked back, I saw Chen Qiuyan standing pale in his face, constantly shaking cold, and so was the rat, lying on the ground and dare not move, even his head was down, and his body trembled non-stop.

As for the soldiers, they...

I can’t see them anymore.

In addition to the clothes they had worn on their bodies not long ago, I could not recognize everything else, at least I could not see people.

There are many broken pieces of flesh on the ground, the internal organs, and the clumps of blood.

“Aki...he... where are they?”

Although I had guessed the answer, at this time, I still wanted to ask again, raised my hand and patted my face, trying to tear myself out of the hallucination.

Is that true? suddenly.

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