My staff is inhuman

Chapter 88 The Great Funeral Song (Fifth Change)
Mr. Qiao can summon three thousand ghosts at will, so one can imagine how many eyes and ears he has.

After inquiring for a while, I immediately inquired clearly about Zhang Yi's father's name.

"Old man, aren't you afraid that the people in the university city will deal with me and hurt Xiwa?"

Zhang Yi frowned and asked back.

I am the number one target of the university town, this time I am playing tricks, next time, maybe I will kill him directly in my store.

Letting Xiwa by his side was not a safe thing either.

The old people beside Mr. Qiao also showed worried expressions.

But Mr. Joe just waved his hand:

"There is no such thing as the best of both worlds. When I killed the traitor, old man, I didn't think that the whole family would be buried with me. In the end, I still killed him."

Zhang Yi was taken aback, he didn't expect the old man to have such a glorious history.

Besides, when it comes to this, what else can Zhang Yi say, he just has a vacant seat, and the massage parlor is not bad for adding another child.

"Okay, I promise, Xiwa will follow me, and I will never let her be wronged."

"I don't, I won't go!!"

Hearing that grandpa was going to send her away, Xiwa immediately hugged her grandpa's thigh tightly with both hands.

"I'm obedient, I won't cause trouble anymore, I will obediently cook for you, grandpa, wash your clothes, I can do everything, I will learn suona seriously, grandpa, don't drive me away, grandpa..."

Xiwa's hoarse shout was like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of all the old people.

Mr. Qiao blinked his dry eyes, knelt down and hugged Xiwa in his arms:
"Son, grandpa is going to do something big, something earth-shattering. When this thing is done, grandpa will come to pick you up."

"What a big deal, you don't even want Xiwa?"

"There is nothing in the world that is more important than my good granddaughter." Grandpa Qiao pinched Xiwa's little face, "But just because Xiwa is very important, Grandpa wants to do this even more."

When Xiwa heard this, she had a bad feeling in her heart. She knew this donkey-tempered old man too well, and she tightly held his hand with her small hands.

"Go, you are here, grandpa can't do this well, and when I do well, grandpa will pick you up."

"Pull the hook!"

"Pull the hook."

Mr. Qiao stretched out his fingers and took Xiwa's little hand.

Then, holding this hand in the palm of his hand, he walked up to Zhang Yi step by step; "Little brother, this is the only thing I'm going to do, I'll leave it to you."

"Don't dare, don't worry, old man, I'm here, and Xiwa is here."

"Good good."

Mr. Qiao took out a sheet of music that he had prepared earlier from his sleeve, and handed it to Xiwa.

"Let's go, let's go, so that there will be no more accidents."

"Old man, grandpas, take care!"

Zhang Yi took Xiwa back a step, bowed to thank the old people, then turned around and took Xiwa to the massage shop.

Xiwa walked a few steps, turned around, and looked at the shadow of her grandfather: "Grandpa, you must come and pick me up!!"

Mr. Qiao waved his hand silently, watching the two drift away.

"Master, let's go next..."

Several old people stepped forward. They were members of Qiao's class and had been in Qiao's class all their lives.

Some of the old people among them are old buddies who have been together since Mr. Qiao was young.

Counting the time they died, the time these old antiques have been together, at least more than 100 years.

After such a long time, how could they not know what kind of person Mr. Qiao is.

Can send out precious granddaughter.

They probably already guessed what old man Joe was going to do.

"It is said that the older a person is, the weirder his temper is. This university town is a den of wolves and tigers. They are afraid, but I am not. Since my granddaughter has been bullied, I want to go and see what is so scary in this university town. thing."

Mr. Qiao took out a stack of ghost notes from his sleeve: "If you follow me, follow me. If you don't, here are some ghost notes. You take them, and we will have a drink together when we meet again."

As soon as these words came out, several old people looked at each other, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Master, you should save your money to buy us a decent dress. When I died with you last time, my trousers were all torn. That little Baga laughed at me for not wearing any trousers. This time you At least get me some decent pants."

Hearing the ridicule of these old guys, Mr. Qiao curled his lips and picked up the suona in his hand: "Then let's have a good time and make him turn upside down!"

"Let's have fun!!"

An old man raised the gong in his hand and slammed it hard. In a moment, a beating funeral music was played in this hazy world.

Just waiting for the sound of the suona, the whole world seemed to be distorted with the sound of the suona.

The huge Yin Qi rolled like a tide, destroying everything along the way, and everything died.

"Is he crazy?"

The Snake King who had already walked away stopped in his tracks.

The ghost python behind him wriggled restlessly.

The Snake King could only put his hand on the ghost python's head to comfort him gently.

"[Buried] Sequence Four! Unfortunately, it's incomplete, Old Trumpet, are you slapping us in the face, or are you delaying that kid's time?"

There was a cold light in the Snake King's eyes, perhaps it would be a good idea to catch up with that kid at this moment.

It's just that as soon as this idea came to mind, the Snake King suddenly became uneasy.

Even the ghost python beside him became agitated, opened his mouth and bit him hard.

Black blood flowed out along the snake's mouth, and the snake king was awakened by the pain. He possessed the fourth rank of the control system [Descending] sequence, and he had super animal intuition.

Just a single thought just now made him feel icy cold all over, so he dismissed this thought immediately and left quickly with the ghost python beside him.

"That's the sound of grandpa's suona!"

The suona was loud, and Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi had already walked a long way, but Zhang Yi still couldn't help shivering when he heard the suona.

The sharp and high-pitched suona sound was like a chain bell that hooked the soul, making him feel as if his soul was about to float away from his body.

Fortunately, at this moment, the black swan brooch on the chest shone with a purple gleam, and a black swan shadow appeared behind Zhang Yi, shielding this bad feeling away.

Zhang Yi was shocked.

This is still far away.

In addition, I have a black swan brooch so I won't be affected, but if I get closer, I'm afraid even with the protection of the black swan brooch, I guess it will be enough.

Through the eyes of ghosts and gods, Zhang Yi saw the haze rolling in the distance with the sound of music, as if a thunder storm was brewing.

What is Mr. Joe going to do?
Making such a big commotion, shouldn't it be preparing to take revenge on the university city?

At this moment, he felt Xiwa's hands trembling.

Looking at Xiwa, she saw that her complexion became more and more ugly, and her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Big funeral song!"

"what?"

"fraud!!"

Xiwa bit her lips tightly, and black blood drops came out from her lips. She picked up the sheet music that her grandfather left him, and opened it to the last page.

The above is a piece of music with an extremely strange tone.

Under the song, there are two lines of big characters written in vermilion notes.

"When the music is exhausted, people die and hate endlessly.

Burying people, burying ghosts, and burying goodness. "

When my grandfather knew that my uncle was a traitor, he invited him to drink in the village outside the city, and even specially asked my uncle to bring a few Japanese military officers with him.

In order to dispel the uncle's doubts, he called all the relatives and friends of the family over.

The banquet was lively.

Many relatives are very happy, thinking that the family will have a backer in the future and can survive in this troubled world.

Until grandpa brought the elders of Qiao's team and played a tune himself.

This night, the tune rang all night.

Until the next day the golden rooster crowed.

The tune just stopped.

But there was no living person in Zhuangzi to go out.

It wasn't until the third day that the local land guards felt that something was wrong, and brought people to the village to have a look, only to find that everyone was dead.

Some people were frightened to death with fear on their faces.

Some people closed their eyes while smiling and never woke up again.

When the Dibao led the people to find Grandpa, Grandpa was holding a suona in one hand and his uncle's head in the other.

This is a funeral song.

It's just that this [funeral] contains too many meanings.

Once the tune starts, it can't be stopped, and it can't be stopped at all. It can't stop until it blows people to the end of the lamp.

The sacrifice is for the dead, and the funeral is for yourself and the audience.

Hence the name of the piece.

just call...

Great funeral song!
(End of this chapter)