Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 58 Strings (Two in One)
On this night in the Shenzhou region, people from all over the world, whether they are white people living in the New York region on the other side of the Shenzhou ocean, or the Yomoks in the Winter Peninsula, or in the southern land of the southern hemisphere, or even in the People in the Antarctic land farther south, unanimously, broke out in unexplained group madness one after another.

And the source of this world-class huge change came from a world-class violinist who played the notes of the underworld.

No one could have imagined that the music created by this musical genius actually crossed the dimensional gap, broke through the shackles of real creatures, and created this song of magic sounds like a terrifying epidemic.

His music is not grounded, but it is connected to the underworld, as if the gate of hell has been opened, and countless vicious devils rushed out of the cage, possessing every nervous human being in reality, controlling their bodies to make rigid twists Danced and danced, frantically tearing their vocal cords and mouths, and let out ferocious and excited weird roars.

When a concert broadcast live all over the world turned into an epidemic spreading across time and space, the whole world seemed to be in turmoil.

"Dad, what happened to these uncles and aunts? Why did they suddenly start dancing and stop listening to the music?" In the "Carnival" and "Crowd of Voices" concerts, except for High Morfin who was concentrating on playing the movement , only a pair of plainly dressed father and daughter remained unaffected, the little daughter who had just turned four years old sat on her father's lap and asked innocently.

Li Jiahong recovered from the astonishment at the scene, and smiled at his daughter: "That's because they were so fascinated by what they heard."

"But I also listened very carefully." Hearing this, Li Yuning immediately put on a look of disbelief and aggrieved, "Then should I also dance with them?"

"That's absolutely unnecessary." Li Jiahong immediately shook his head and patted Li Yuning's head, "It's too crowded here, we have to learn to be modest and give space to these uncles and aunts to dance."

"Oh yes, you have to be humble." Li Yuning nodded half-understood, nestled in Li Jiahong's arms obediently and sensiblely, and continued to listen carefully to the first great work in this music feast.

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All of a sudden, a strange bass from an unknown musical instrument inserted into this perfect performance, immediately causing people all over the world who are crazy about the magic sound to freeze in place, as if they had all been cut off from the nerves of movement, as if they had lost their nerves. The machine connected by kinetic energy stood there sluggishly.

This abrupt voice seemed to be an impolite visitor who forcibly broke into this world and broke the prelude to this supposedly perfect recital. People who have not yet lost their minds amidst the music of the concert are burning with anger.

Almost at the same time that the weird sound broke into the melody, space distortions gradually became stronger all over the world. Countless distorted cracks bloomed in the air, and those distorted spaces dismembered the colors of the world into random splendor and The shape, the notes from different dimensions come from behind those indescribable distorted spaces. It seems to come from the hand of a proud musical genius. After hearing Hemofin's poor imitation of his music that day, he made a sound. He sneered mercilessly, so he also raised his exquisite instrument and launched a counterattack against Hemofin.

Hemofin laughed back angrily, smiled silently, and continued to play his music, pushing the first great work of the concert "Magic Sound" to a shocking climax, like a warrior's battle cry, to the hidden The chief musician of the Palace of Dreams behind that twisted space challenges.

"Dad, that thread-like thing is so annoying. It's as ugly as a picture drawn by our class Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming said he didn't know what he wanted to draw so he scribbled it. It was also drawn by a random Xiao Ming. The scribbled things are really ugly and disgusting." Li Yuning covered her ears, jumped off Li Jiahong's lap, hid her feet angrily, and looked at the distorted space scene in the sky with scorching eyes.

Li Jiahong also nodded in agreement, then got up and said: "It's really annoying, so let's go today, don't listen to it this time, let's listen to the next concert, after Mr. Hai beats this ugly guy away, We can continue to listen to Mr. Hai's works without any interruption."

"Ah, can I still listen to the next one?" Li Yuning's big eyes were shining brightly, and she could not close her mouth happily.

Li Jiahong nodded with a smile, and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you a secret secretly. In fact, Dad, I really met Mr. Hai in real life. We are still friends..."

Hearing this, Li Yuning immediately cast admiring gazes at her father, and took Li Jiahong's big rough hand: "Dad is so amazing!"

"Hahaha, my precious daughter is not bad." Li Jiahong picked her up from the ground and left the seat.

He walked through the group of people who rolled their eyes and went stiff, and came to the computer in charge of opening the live broadcast room. After closing the live broadcast software, he took his daughter and left the gymnasium.

Don't bring your daughter to meddle in the rest of the matter, I believe Teacher Hai can handle it.

Since Mr. Hai was able to expel that guy once before, he can expel that guy a second time now.

When the live broadcast room was cut off, all the people affected by the magic sound in the live broadcast room fainted almost at the same time, and fell to the ground exhausted. They were dreaming, and the melody of the magic sound they heard was still playing back in the dream, unconsciously imitating Tones, followed by humming softly...

Xin Junmao was immersed in the confrontation between the two streams of music, unable to extricate himself. His left ear was listening to the "Magic Sound" played by Hemofin, while his right ear was listening to the unknown music of the "Musician" from another dimension.

Two different melodies kept colliding deep in his head, making Xin Junmao feel that his brain was constantly expanding. For a while, he felt it was the sounds of nature, and for a while, he felt it was the howling of evil spirits. The two voices were crazily squeezing his rational diaphragm. Want to penetrate into his soul.

However, under the violent attack of these two powerful musical forces, Xin Junmao was surprised that he did not die. The high wall of rationality was still high and impenetrable, and the two forces of music failed to break through his supposedly weak line of defense.

Xin Junmao listened to the "noise" in his ears, but his eyes were full of the beauties in cheongsams who were in front of him.

At this time, he once again felt the charm of the beauty in the cheongsam. Her beauty is enough to shake the world, and it can make the sea dry up. Her beauty can make people forget everything and ignore everything.

Therefore, Xin Junmao forgot about the danger of the environment, and completely ignored the twisted and weird environment, and only had women in his eyes.

"I thought I would be able to listen to an elegant and comfortable concert, but it seems that I have no chance." The white hand of the beauty in cheongsam, the ten fingers are sometimes too slender, longer than the face, and sometimes slender and thin as withered, like ghost hands. Such a strange hand made Xin Junmao extremely fascinated, and let the other's sharp fingertips gently rub against his face, leaving faint bloodstains.

The cheongsam beauty's fingertips were gently scratched from the opponent's forehead, from the forehead to the side cheeks, and finally landed on the neck. The gesture lightly opened a shallow wound on Xin Junmao's neck. It was red but not fatal. Xin Junmao, who was staring blankly at her, said with a smile, "Are you going to visit my house?"

"Okay." Xin Junmao agreed without hesitation, and then he got up to follow, and followed behind the graceful figure, attracted by the swinging figure of the other party, his heart itched unbearably, even if he saw the beautiful figure's skin Nei accidentally exposed the out-of-control strips of meat, and he still admired them expressionlessly, and was even moved by them.

The cheongsam beauty led Xin Junmao out of the second floor of the gymnasium, to the manhole cover somewhere in the Civic Sports Center, opened the manhole cover, and led another man who was obsessed with his beauty to her strange kingdom located underground in Cuizhu City.

The duel between the human musical genius and the "Different Dimensional Musician" is still going on. In the first round of the confrontation between the magic sound and the strange music, as Xin Junmao's first work "Magic Sound" came to an end, it still failed to bring down the "different dimension musician". Wei Musician", Guai Le's melody finally gained the upper hand and completely won the first game.

Haimofin's face was flushed with blue veins floating on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood oozed from the gap between his clenched teeth. One defeat did not make him feel any fear. After laughing silently for a while, he suddenly shook the piano Bow, threw the bow on the ground, and then stripped off the white gloves on both hands, revealing a pair of hands covered with bloody wounds, switched hands to take the piano one by one, stuffed them into pockets one by one and fiddled with them, so that both hands wore Put on the iron claw gloves with sharp blades.

Using claws as hands and knives as bows, Highmorfin began his next long movement.

"The name of this song is "Curse". Listen to it carefully. My music is better than yours." Hemofin grinned wildly, and the arc of the smile was exaggerated until his face became stiff.

The blade slashed across the strings of the violin, but miraculously, no matter how rough and agitated Hemofin saw the strings, none of the strings were broken.

The reason is that the material of the strings of this violin is extremely special. It was purchased from Lin Ling's cabin in the woods by Hemofin at a high price. These strings are not common nylon and steel wires, and they are not even classical. Instead of sending your favorite gut strings, a few strands of human hair.

When buying human hair strings, Hemofin asked Lin Ling about the origin of these hair strands.

Lin Ling smiled and explained: "It is said that a long time ago, there was a sentimental and beautiful woman. She had a childhood sweetheart who was married to her fingertips. She and her lover loved each other since childhood. Discord, the two countries are at war, and the war is raging. The woman's beloved is a patriot. He decides to join the battlefield and makes an agreement with the woman that he will come back to marry her immediately after the war is over.

Who knew that Lang would never return after he left. It is said that he died under the butcher's knife on the battlefield. Due to the fierce fighting on the front line, the man couldn't even come back with a corpse, so his corpse was exposed in the wilderness.

The woman was heartbroken and decided to shave her hair and become a nun. She bowed before the Buddha, knocked three thousand times a day, knocked three thousand wooden fishes, and struck three thousand bells.

However, day after day, year after year, as a bhikkhuni, she found that she still couldn't comprehend the supreme Buddha Dharma, and she couldn't see any Buddhist principles from the Buddhist scriptures. The respected abbot asked for advice.

The abbot didn't say a word, but just led the bhikkhuni to the bamboo forest in the backyard. In the bamboo forest, a black tree rose from the ground, curled like twists, and stood upright. When the bhikkhuni walked closer and took a closer look, it turned out to be a foreign object made of black hair , could not help but be extremely surprised.

The abbot asked: 'Do you know now? '

The bhikkhuni shook his head puzzled.

The abbot sighed softly, and told the truth slowly. It turned out that the black-haired tree was actually a thread of trouble she left here when she was shaved. Unexpectedly, it took root and grew more and more. A black tree in the backyard, hidden among the bamboo forests.

The abbot said: "If you knock every day, it will grow one minute; if you knock a wooden fish every day, it will grow one centimeter; if you strike a bell every day, it will grow one centimeter; every night it will wither like a flower and turn into a seedling." , again and again. '

The bhikkhuni was silent, as if she had a sudden realization, tears welled up, and there were mixed feelings in her heart.

It turns out that she has not let go of her obsession, she has not let go of her obsession, she still has the past in her heart, and she is grateful for her lover.

This trouble is the embodiment of her state of mind.

Knocking, knocking on the wooden fish, and ringing the bell, these things seem to be the expression of her sincerity to the Buddha, but in fact, every time she does it, she suffers from inner torment and pain. She cannot completely let go of her past, but just ignores it deliberately. It doesn't make her really let go of the past, the troubles are actually growing all the time.

And why the black-haired tree turns back into hair every night. The reason is that she dreams of her dead lover every night, meets her in her dreams, and lingers with her in her dreams to relieve her distress. Once the wish is fulfilled, the knots will be relaxed and the troubles will be relieved.

The bhikkhuni, who had a sudden realization of all this, decided to leave the temple temporarily to resolve the cause and effect..."

When it came to this, Lin Ling was thirsty and stopped, took a cup of tea and drank slowly.

During this period, Higherfin offered his own speculation about the direction of the story: "Did the woman fail?"

"Failed? Successful?" Lin Ling said with a smile after quenching his thirst, "It depends on how you define it."

Lin Ling continued: "The woman finally died on the way of asceticism. She happened to meet a group of mountain bandits who robbed passers-by in a caravan. When she came, she was reluctant to reincarnate her lover who left for a long time. And after she died, the hair she left in the Buddhist temple grew to three thousand hairs, three thousand hairs, and never grew again."

Highmophon felt emotional, and really didn't know how to define success and failure.

But in the end, he knew the function of the human-haired strings. The human-haired strings are a few strands of one of the three thousand threads of troubles. It will never stop!
　The story of human hair strings is a short story I made up by myself a long time ago. I can’t remember the time, but I haven’t written it until today. I hope you like it. I personally think it was written by me. At present, it can be regarded as a story with the flavor of Liao Zhai.
　　
　
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