I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 168 Deer ()
The green color breaks through the frozen soil, and the head pokes out from the fine white snow, rising up little by little, fresh green, emerald green, dark green... the color of the grass is getting darker and stronger. Trees also rose from the ground, stretching out at a speed visible to the naked eye. Small flower buds adorned the branches, the brown calyx split, and the curled petals began to stretch out, one, two, three... like a dancer's skirt. The pendulum gradually blooms. Suddenly there was the sound of gurgling water. It turned out that the snow had melted. A small stream was winding down, with slim willow branches hanging in the water, playing with the fallen flowers.

The deer stood up and began to run wildly in the mountains. The antlers towering above their heads faced the warm wind, and green buds sprouted out, like two small trees. After a while, they grew into lush flowers and leaves. Attracted to be surrounded by butterflies.

Spring blows on the earth and everything revives. He Si sees Xiao Jiu eager to fly out of the wing and dance with the butterflies.

"Go." He Si said softly. She relaxed even more and headed towards the green grassland. She wanted to touch those gentle creatures, then sit on the ground in the pleasant fragrance of flowers and spread out on the soft lawn. The limbs fell into a deep sleep amidst the pleasant sound of water.

Seeing the spring breeze right before her eyes, someone happened to hold her hand. who is it? He Si couldn't break free after trying twice, and looked at the person behind her angrily.

A face that was vague and out of memory. I could only see his lips opening and closing, but I didn't know what he was saying.

He Si suddenly remembered that she did not come here for an outing alone.

"Can you speak louder?" she asked impatiently, but suddenly found that the words were lost from her mouth. She had clearly spoken, but it was as if they were in a vacuum, and the words failed to reach her own eardrums - just Like the person she was talking to.

"What's going on? Can you hear me?" He Si said something subconsciously, but there was still no sound.

In the end what happened? What happened before coming to this fairy tale world? He Si tried to trace the past, but the strange feeling that her memory was blocked appeared again. A force forcibly pulled her away from the fairy tale secret land. She staggered back a few steps. Xiaojiu was also forced back into the house by several huge ink characters, and the hand holding her loosened.

He Si saw the man opposite, hidden in the hazy mist, slowly raising the instrument in his hand, placing it to his lips, and blew out the first note.

It's like a drop of water falling on a stream. After a thud, the notes become denser and the sound of the flute gradually rises. The water droplets turn into rain curtains, creating circles of ripples on the water surface.

I seem to have seen the ink characters and the bone flute before. He Si pressed her temples, and Xiao Jiu also stopped resisting amid the sound of the flute.

The man did not stop. On the contrary, his fingertips beat faster and faster, and the melodious music continued continuously, overshadowing the tinkling of the stream, the roar of deer, the sprouting of vegetation, and the sound of falling snow. Sound, He Si's memory flows with the music.

"Qin Jian?"

The man's figure, which originally stood aloof like a pine tree, became softer. The sound of the flute was joyful for a moment, and then suddenly turned to a sad tone.

In the courtyard, the petals of the trees lost their color, the green all over the mountains and plains turned yellow, the stream stopped flowing, and ice crystals condensed from the upper reaches, soon covering the entire stream. When I opened my eyes again, the petals had turned into snowflakes and were flying again in the vast sky. The warm spring blossoms just now were just a momentary illusion. Only the butterflies are still there, but they no longer fly. They are crowded together and stay on the antlers that have lost the flowers and green leaves. They keep flapping their wings as if they are keeping each other warm.

"What's going on?" He Si finally remembered how she walked through the dark corridor, how she locked the antlered crane in Zeng Hou Yi's tomb, how she came to the Deer Garden, and how she was attracted by the scenery in the courtyard. "I just...did I just fall into another hallucination, and this time the hallucination was caused by those voices?" Qin Jian did not answer, and He Si discovered that the sound of butterfly wings was still continuing.

The sad flute sound suddenly became deep and solemn, like the muffled thunder exploding in the sky. After a few heavy bass sounds, the sound of fighting and iron horses suddenly came. Thousands of troops galloped forward, and every note turned into a sharp sound. The blade flashed with cold light, drawing sharp lines in the air and hitting the antlers of the deer.

The resting butterflies instantly raised their wings, but instead of using the deer as a barrier to escape backwards, they faced the cold light and faced the cold light, like moths rushing to a flame, being beaten to pieces. The broken butterfly wings and ruined body fluttered down, but they also used their small bodies to protect the deer behind them, which was poignant and moving.

All the sounds stopped, and Qin Jian finally put down the flute in his hand.

"Why bother?" He Si couldn't help complaining as she looked at the dimming fluorescence all over the ground.

"Look again."

"The body of the butterfly?" He Si said, her doubtful eyes moved from Qin Jian's face to the snow. The fluorescence had completely dissipated, but the dead butterfly did not lie peacefully on the snow as she expected. Waiting to be covered by the next ice and snow, but twisting, struggling, squirming, densely covering the entire courtyard, He Si felt a discomfort in his stomach, "What is this? Why are they all maggots?"

"I'm afraid it came from a deer."

"Deer?" Unknown thoughts passed through He Si's mind. She forced herself to raise her head and look at the deer. The deer that were originally facing her also turned around at this moment, and the smell of death and decay rushed towards her face. ——This is not the docile and cute animal she has seen before. The other side of their body is a zombie crawling out of the ground.

Rotting fur, blurred flesh, mottled cracks, exposed bones, and a hollow eye covered with black blood, everything seemed to have been corroded by some evil force. Now, these deer were walking towards He Si with stiff and twisted postures. As they moved, pieces of rotten meat and broken bones slipped from between their withered yellow teeth and dripped onto the ground covered with maggots. It causes maggots to scramble to eat, making a sickening sound.

He Si was frightened for a while and wanted to cover her mouth to stop retching, but after thinking about it, she still covered her ears and sighed: "Yanyan is really perverted."

"Chirp." Xiao Jiu, who was pulled back by Qin Jian, also nodded and murmured in agreement.

Qin Jian was in a good mood. He looked at each person and the bird and said, "It seems that Ah Si is fine. I'll leave the rest to you."

"What about my ears?" He Si covered her ears and looked at Qin Jian innocently.
"What's so difficult about this?"

Slightly rough hands covered the back of He Si's slightly cold hands, and the broad palms almost completely covered her hands, and naturally also covered her ears.

He Si was confused and quickly pulled out her hands. The silk thread in her hands easily cut off the path of the deer. But the deer did not stop, and continued to move forward mechanically and numbly, like an ancient stone mill slowly turning, letting their front legs hit the sharp silk thread, the flesh and blood were cut open, and the bones broke instantly. He Si heard A sound from hell.