I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 169 Deer ()
A high-pitched howl, as harsh as scraping metal, the death cry of a deer herd.

Qin Jian's hands tightened, but he still couldn't stop the brutal roar. The deer no longer felt pain like the cranes before. Their front legs were amputated and they fell to their knees. Their eyes like a dark pool were still staring at He Si, unblinking, sucking him away like a vortex. The breath of life around her.

He Si's hands began to tremble. She wanted to stop the sound that almost shattered her Tianling Cap, but she couldn't. Those ghostly creatures seemed to have noticed her fear. The corners of their mouths cracked, revealing sharp and yellow teeth. They screamed even louder, and saliva mixed with blood clots flowed all over the floor.

He Si felt the blood vibrating in her chest. She thought of the group of cranes that were still strolling around after their necks were cut off. At that time, she was frightened when she looked at the strange appearance, but now when she saw the herd of deer shrouded in death and corruption, Only then did I realize that naked hatred and struggle are even more terrifying.

Black waves hit her like waves. He Si knew it was an illusion, but she still felt the despair that penetrated her bones.

"Why, why are they so twisted? They are fairies flying in the sky, elves traveling through the mountains and forests. They walk in the wind and are free and wanton. Why do they treat the beauty of the world like this?"

"Because she's trapped."

Qin Jian let go of his hand, and his painful screams did not get louder. A deer's head left its body and rolled down several times on the ground. The rotting face was covered with maggots. It was being eaten, but it still did not close its eyes. On the contrary, the originally scattered antlers on the top of the head twisted, first became soft, and then stood upright for an instant. A snake head appeared on each branch. They found the direction of the two people in the house in an instant, and then pulled the ground. The deer's head lunges forward.

The deer head soared into the air in front of the two people and the bird. Its huge mouth opened and closed, as if it wanted to bite any obstacle in its way, and it rushed indoors in the blink of an eye. Something happened suddenly. Xiaojiu was frightened for a moment, and his flying figure stagnated for a moment.

It's a snake again! Thinking of the situation in the last room, He Si didn't dare to move rashly. She didn't want to attract more snakes, so she just avoided them while gently picking up Xiao Jiu with a silk thread.

The illusion in the last room started from the eyes looking at each other, but this time it started from the sound. He Si looked at Qin Jian who was guarding her. She didn't know why he suddenly cut off the deer's head, or what happened behind the mirror. Is there any other way he can deal with the sounds coming from all directions like maggots clinging to his bones?

"It's not me, it's Xiaojiu," He Si said nothing. Qin Jian had already read everything from her face. His voice was very soft, but it was clearly transmitted to He Si's mind in the chaos, "Don't be afraid. "

After saying this, the bone flute hidden in his sleeve returned to Qin Jian's lips again. Xiaojiu resumed his attack, but it was more restrained than before. He only used the wind blade to hinder the attack of the snake-antlered deer head, without actually hurting it. At the same time, he flapped his wings in their ears and chirped low, breaking the confusing sound into intermittent fragments so that it could no longer pose a threat to them.

But in addition to the snake-antlered deer head in front of us, the five deer that lost half of their forelimbs also began to mutate under the gnawing of maggots. Half of their hind limbs disappeared with a "swish" sound, and all four legs were half shorter, but they regained their balance. . The antlers turned into snake heads, twisted their heads and locked onto the target, moving forward stiffly, swaying at first, but after a few steps they regained their balance, and their speed became faster and faster, leaping over the threshold and running towards He Si and Qin Jian.

The maggots that had finished their work were like a tide contaminated by chemicals, and they also poured into the side room at this moment. The putrid and sticky yellow covered the clean floor. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had no place to stand.

"Come up!"

Following He Si's whisper, a silk road appeared at the feet of the two of them, winding like the Milky Way, passing through the window, entwining the branches of several pines and cypresses in the courtyard, and heading towards the courtyard with a wider space.

Qin Jian looked at the suddenly extra road under his feet, then looked at the corner of his clothes that was being pulled, and stepped onto the Milky Way as he was told. Unlike He Si's rush, he walked leisurely, and music sounded from his lips, like the whisper of the wind, bringing the breath of sunshine. He Si felt that the world around him became brighter. She knew that this was still an illusion caused by the sound, but the sound was the sound of the flute controlled by Qin Jian, which made He Si feel more relaxed than ever before. Like He Si, the ferocious-looking snake just now also fell into an illusion, doubtful, confused, struggling, paralyzed, and asleep. Qin Jian only spent half of the song, and the snake antlers and deer head had completely lost their fighting power and fell to the ground.

It's a pity that the worms seemed not to understand the music and were still squirming numbly. Qin Jian was not in a hurry. He stood on the Milky Way, and the spring breeze surged out from his flute like a tide, gently brushing across the earth, awakening Everything that sleeps.

It was the same as the fantasy he saw for the first time. Amidst the bright music, grass sprouted from the ground, trees rose from the ground, flowers bloomed one after another, and streams tinkled and flowed. But unlike the illusion constructed by words, everything that time was so beautiful that it was both ethereal and hollow. The vitality that emerged from the sound of Qin Jian's flute at this moment was filled with the unique vigor and vitality of spring - destroying the old and establishing the new, reviving the good and eliminating the bad.

Under the seemingly weak vegetation, tough roots began to spread in the soil, silently weaving into a huge net. As the flowers bloomed, the net began to close, ruthlessly strangling the maggots squirming all over the ground. Use it as fertilizer to protect flowers, making them more beautiful and blooming for a longer period.

The stream becomes turbulent, and it accelerates to hit the river bank, nourishing new vegetation and washing away all filth. The river water took away fallen leaves, residual branches and all discarded objects, and even washed away the rotten wounds of the sika deer.

Before the song was finished, the land covered with putrid and sticky yellow had turned back into a vibrant green, but the fallen deer had no chance to run wildly in the mountains again.

He Si slowly retracted the silk thread, and the two returned to the spring atmosphere of the garden. She finally had the opportunity to take a good look at the bone flute in Qin Jian's hand - the slightly curved flute body showed a warm and moist feeling on its surface. Yellow, with seven smooth and round holes of different sizes, with faint traces of time, exquisite and original.

"Is this also a cultural relic you brought in?"

"Take another look, Si." Qin Jian said, handing the unique and simple instrument to He Si's hand.

"This is?" He Si frowned, suddenly thinking of the ancient artifacts she saw in the corridor before entering Luyuan, "Is this the bone flute, the Jiahu bone flute you picked up just now in the corridor?"

"Yes." Qin Jian nodded, with a childish look of pride in his eyes. He seemed very satisfied with this unexpected gain.

"Why are you still... taking advantage of me?"

"I make the best use of everything," Qin Jian said, putting the bone flute back into his long sleeves, "while you are all reminiscing about that dinner."

"Xiaojiu," He Si pretended not to understand Qin Jian's words and called Xiaojiu, "When did you learn the wind blade?"

Xiaojiu flipped up and down for a while, then pecked Qin Jian's sleeve where the bone flute was placed, his eyes filled with pride.

"I'm afraid I realized it from the sound of my flute."