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Chapter 124 Chapter 124, White Mist Magic Sound
"After I went to Qishan in the morning, old man, I really heard the legendary magic sound, but only then did I understand that the magic sound does not refer to a single sound, the magic sound is a mixture of different sounds."

"Qishan is covered by thick white fog in the early morning. I can't see the road in front of me clearly. I can only see a small part of the surrounding environment. I'm not afraid of the jokes of you three little babies. I was a little scared at the time, old man, and regretted it."

"I regretted why I didn't listen to my family's advice and sneaked up to Qishan Mountain early in the morning. I looked at the white mist and my heart trembled, and I wanted to go back immediately,"

"But I thought that if I just went back in such a disheveled manner, then this trip would be in vain, so old man, I bite the bullet and searched for the source of that voice."

"It's been a long time groping in the fog like this, the more I walked the old man, the more wrong I felt."

"The strange magic sound echoed in my ears, and I felt that the distance was very close. It seemed that I could find the source of the magic sound after walking a few more steps, but no matter how I walked, the old man, I was still far away from the magic sound."

"At that time, I was panicked and terrified. The only thought in my heart was to go back the same way. I didn't pursue the magic sound any more. I walked in the direction I came from, old man. At that time, I thought about returning home by the same way. .”

"But no matter how I go, how far I go, or how long I walk, the magic sound still reverberates in my ears, and the sound is not too big or small, close at hand, as if I am still chasing the magic sound, always Just go forward!"

"But old man, I went back the same way! Logically speaking, shouldn't the sound get farther and farther away?"

Speaking of this, the old man picking firewood seemed to be lost in memory, and his body couldn't stop shivering. It can be seen that even after decades, when he thinks about it now, he still feels terrified.

Chu Yun and his party listened to the old man picking firewood about his past experience, their eyes intertwined, and they looked at each other, and continued to listen to him finish the next experience:
"I was in a panic and didn't think about anything else. I just ran forward with all my strength, but within a few steps, I bumped my head against a tree."

"This collision also woke me up, the old man. I calmed down and looked at the whiteness around me, and realized that I had lost my way and was trapped on Qishan Mountain."

"After calming down, old man, I started to mark the trees with a hatchet. Every time I took a step forward, when I passed a tree, I left a mark on that tree, and kept walking like this."

"After another period of time, something weird happened!"

"Old man, I actually found the mark I made on the tree in front of me!"

"I was frightened and stupid at the time, and the hatchet in my hand fell to the ground uncontrollably, and my legs were weak. The most important thing is that there is not only one tree in front of me. There is a mark I made, but every tree It has my mark on it!"

"I paralyzed on the ground in fright, and I had no strength to go any further. The weird magic sound still echoed in my ears, as if the magic sound was alive. It has been following me. As long as it follows me, I will I can't go out..."

The old man picking firewood raised his rice bowl and took a mouthful of rice, as if doing so could suppress the fear in his heart.

"Then, old man, how did you get out in the end?" Chu Yun glanced at the old firewood picker who was sitting here now.

"Me? I didn't come out at the time..."

The old man picking firewood stopped chopping the rice, and slowly raised his head, showing a strange and stiff smile, his eyes were dull, like a person who had been dead for many years.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly fell into a strange silence. Chu Yun and his party looked at each other, their eyes were calm, and there was no wave, and they were not some newcomers. Naturally, the three of them would not be frightened by these words.

"Hahaha!"

The old man picking firewood suddenly laughed happily, pointed at Chu Yun and his party in front of him, and begged for praise like an old urchin: "How is it? Scared you three little dolls?"

The eyes of Chu Yun and Shao Si Ming were calm and unwavering, and they didn't intend to speak. After glancing at them, Concubine Yan helplessly said to the old naughty boy: "Old man, how did you get out at that time?"

"Cough cough."

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, the old man picking firewood put away his face with a smile and said solemnly: "I didn't come out until the fog cleared and the magic sound disappeared in my ears, old man."

"It's really strange. After the fog cleared, I realized that the road was the one I used to go up the mountain. It's really weird. Old man, I lost my way on the most familiar road?"

Muttering with a puzzled face, the old man picking firewood with a personality like an old urchin ignored Chu Yun and his party, and bowed his head to pick up the rice by himself.

Chu Yun and his party were not talking, each had their own thoughts, and they each had their own opinions and thoughts about the youthful experience that the old man picking firewood just said.

After a while, when it was late at night, the old firewood picker left the main house after packing up the dishes and left the beds inside for Chu Yun and his party.

As for him, he went to sleep in another hut in the courtyard.

In the cool night, Concubine Yan came forward, looked at Chu Yun who was leaning on the chair with deep eyes, and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Need not."

Chu Yun raised his head, glanced at Concubine Yan with a calm expression, and said lightly, "I'll just keep watch tonight."

Hearing this, Concubine Yan glanced at Chu Yun in surprise, her cold eyes showed such a tinge of disbelief, that look seemed to say that you have such a kind heart, or that you finally know how to pity and cherish jade? !

It's no wonder that Concubine Yan thinks so, because it's never been Chu Yun's turn to do the night watch work these days.

Today, Qihui raised it for the first time. This is too unusual. There must be his reasons for this, but what is the reason?
Frowning, the puzzled Concubine Yan didn't think about it any more, she turned around and walked towards the bed. She and Shao Siming could finally sleep peacefully tonight, um, the kind with the bed.

Maybe this indifferent man finally understands what it means to be sympathetic to the fragrance and cherish the jade...

With speculation in her heart, Concubine Yan slowly closed her beautiful eyes and fell asleep. Beside her was Shao Si Ming, who had calm eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Chu Yun's deep eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake, without any waves, he looked sideways at the night outside through the window, without saying a word.

Slowly closing his eyes to rest his mind, quietly waiting for the arrival of morning.

The night was very silent and long. I don't know how long it had passed. At a certain moment, Chu Yun's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a slightly cold chill permeated the surroundings of the house.

It was dawn at this time, and a ray of morning sunlight pierced the silent night.

"Om."

Chu Yun's cold eyes moved slightly, just now, he felt an unusual change.

A strange change seemed to have taken place in the entire Qishan area in an instant.

This change occurred when the morning light was changing, and now it was early morning, when Qishan Mountain was shrouded in thick white mist, and it was the most inaccessible time.

"Is it an illusion..."

After guarding all night, Chu Yun, who finally arrived, was a little suspicious at this time, because there was nothing abnormal around the entire Qishan Mountain.

When the thatched cottage was gradually illuminated by the light from outside, Chu Yun got up from the chair, and Concubine Yan and Shao Siming woke up at this moment.

Although they were just waking up, the two of them at this time did not have any hazy feeling of just waking up.

The two of them tidied up their clothes and got out of bed slowly. Concubine Yan looked at Chu Yun who hadn't slept all night, and asked, "Are we entering Qishan now?"

The old woodcutter has been chopping firewood on the mountain for decades, if we want to talk about who knows Qishan best, at present, it is only this old woodcutter.

It is not allowed to enter Qishan Mountain in the early morning, this is the advice given to them and their group by the old woodcutter last night.

Advice is generally to avoid danger, but danger generally represents hidden opportunities, so if you want to uncover the secret behind this Qishan, you have to enter it in the early morning to have a chance.

Because only Qishan Mountain in the early morning is different from ordinary mountains. Early morning is the time period of Qishan Mountain. In a day, it is the only time period when there is a strange appearance.

Chu Yun nodded slightly. Now that he doesn't sleep for days and nights, he won't feel the slightest bit of fatigue.

Concubine Yan nodded, without saying a word, took out a few gold coins and put them down on the table, "I won't say goodbye to the old man."

As the Dongjun of the Yinyang family, Concubine Yan will not take advantage of anyone. Since she borrowed from the old man's house last night, even if others don't want money, she should give some.

Seeing Concubine Yan's actions, Chu Yun's calm eyes suddenly rippled, and he said lightly, "If you give it, he may not be able to use it."

"What do you mean by that?" Concubine Yan turned around, with doubts in her cold eyes.

Chu Yun didn't answer Concubine Yan's question first, but opened the door calmly and walked out.

Seeing this scene, Concubine Yan and Shao Siming looked at each other and followed immediately.

Following behind Chu Yun, Concubine Yan and Shao Siming came to another small courtyard of the old man's home, which was the place where the old man slept last night.

"squeak."

Chu Yun pushed open the wooden door that had been covered in dust for a long time, and the dust covering it fell slowly like snowflakes.

When Concubine Yan and Shao Siming saw this scene, they frowned slightly. This kind of dust did not last for several years, so it would definitely not accumulate.

But even if the wooden door of this hut has not been pushed open for several years, when the old man came to rest in this house last night, he should have pushed the door open, right?
As for the old man walking through the window, the two also thought about it, but when they glanced aside from the corner of their eyes and saw the window that was also closed and covered with a layer of dust, they didn't say anything more.

It seemed that the wooden door that had been dusty for many years was pushed open again, and the scene inside was displayed in front of Chu Yun and his party.

"This……"

After seeing the real scene inside, both Concubine Yan and Shao Si Ming couldn't help showing surprise in their beautiful eyes.

The interior of the hut in front of me was dusty and messy, with fragments of broken teapots scattered on the ground, messy beds, and chairs dumped on the ground.

The eaves are covered with cobwebs, and it is very dilapidated, as if it has not been lived in for many years.

Among the three, only Chu Yun's gaze remained as calm as water, without any fluctuations, as if he had expected the situation in front of him a long time ago.

The hut has been abandoned for a long time.

Concubine Yan crossed the threshold and walked into the house, her cold eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and finally her eyes fell on the wooden table with one of its legs cut off.

Concubine Yan stared at the remaining knife marks on the table: "There was a fight here before..."

Immediately, she frowned again, with a very puzzled tone: "But where did the old man go last night? He didn't mention this matter to us."

"Could it be that he went out early in the morning?"

Chu Yun's icy eyes were as calm as water, and this time, after hearing Concubine Yan's doubts, he responded, and said lightly, "No, he never left this courtyard."

(End of this chapter)