Old-time musicians

The position behind him should have been where Qiong was standing.

Fan Ning had already descended into the chariot when he jumped to this unknown village. Logically speaking, he should be able to deal with it, but now his scalp exploded, and what he expected in his mind was "turning his head suddenly and getting up" action.

This vision was not spontaneous on his part, but was forced out of the picture by some invisible force behind him.

The next moment, the gnosis from the "Gate of Broken Keys" and "Gate of Disintegration" poured into Fan Ning's consciousness, dispersing this group of pictures.

"Bang!!!"

Fan Ning's entire body turned into purple points of light and exploded.

When the stars converged, he was already in the shadow of the water dozens of meters away.

It should be Qiong's action.

This gave Fan Ning a chance to breathe, and his uncontrolled consciousness was brought back.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

He controlled his body to dive into the black shadows, and shuttled back and forth on the surface of the pond glowing with a monotonous white night light.

The sound quality of the intracranial aria was very soft. For a while, the flight speed was relatively slow. Fan Ning tried his best to activate the invisible power of the "key". At the same time, he tried hard to find the right spot for the bright spots to land, and used light and shadow shuttles one after another.

If we could grab more time and arrive at the lighthouse earlier, would things turn around?

In the distance, hundreds of golden beams of light penetrated from the darkness, illuminating the snow on the top of the mountains, and a thin white stone building rose from the ground.

As if the scene from yesterday reappeared, the "Lighthouse" indeed appeared again!

Fan Ning fell, and after leaving the current village, he began to pass by the rolling gray-green mountains.

"What happened just now?" Qiong's purple figure appeared next to Fan Ning.

"Didn't you hear what Mr. F said?" The wind roared in his ears, and Fan Ning frowned and looked at the lighthouse in the distance.

The scene of the team members ringing the bell was vivid in his mind. At first, he thought it was Mr. F who had replaced Joan again.

"Mr. F? I heard some sounds, but I couldn't understand the language they were in. It felt completely strange and passed through my mind without leaving a trace." Qiong glanced behind her and found nothing yet, "I just I had an intuition that something was wrong with your mind. You were trying desperately to avoid something, but you were pulled in the opposite direction uncontrollably. So I followed your subconscious wish and moved you a certain distance. Well, what? thing?"

In the middle of her explanation, there was a sudden pulling sensation under their feet.

It was obvious that something had been "stretched", and then one by one they were pulled out and taken out.

"careful."

Fan Ning, who had the foresight, knew that these were strange umbilical cords, and pulled out the umbilical cords of the "instrument" from the cabin.

Although their "pull force" was not strong and did not show any resistance, Fan Ning still used the temperature retrograde without hesitation.

"Pap" "Pap"

Black smoke came out, the umbilical cord was burned and severed, and the mucus stretched thinner and thinner.

One after another, weird-shaped musical instruments fell to the ground again.

"Um?"

Qiong's posture remained as if he were looking down, as if he was sensing something carefully.

"Wait a minute." She raised her silver flute.

Under Fan Ning's bewildered gaze, those "instruments" that had not yet been completely differentiated and had the luster of hair and flesh were sucked up one by one from the air!

There are some that were originally tied to the umbilical cord, burned and then fell, and there are also new "musical instruments" that come out directly from the cabin through the door, windows, and roof.

They rose faster and faster, bringing with them visual residues, and finally turned into amorphous lines and light and shadow, blending into Qiong's flute as lightly as nothing.

"I feel that my situation is getting better, getting better, and there are even signs of breaking through the best state I have ever had."

A profound purple flame washed over her pupils - a divine fire that was more fundamentally different than the lower level of the Deeper that Fan Ning knew;

Her expression turned into a state of deep thinking - a deep thinking forced by the recall of too many new memories and the digestion of too much new information and knowledge.

"Why can your flute absorb these things?" Fan Ning's tone was difficult and strange.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, it seems like this is probably “absorption”, right?

In Fanning's memory of flying to the lighthouse last time, Joan never recovered or appeared, so the flute was in his hands.

Could it be that these weird "instruments" were pulled out not because the umbilical cord was wrapped around him - it had nothing to do with him, but just because he was carrying this flute?

Then why did Mr. F at that time seem not to be surprised and still "explained" slowly, as if the mutation was his own hand?

"This flute is an instrument used by my family's ancestors." Joan looked down at her hands while thinking, "It's not the previous Bologna family, it's the one I was in after I entered the Abnormal Zone to avoid the 'Sin of Heaven' and was inexplicably 'reborn' The Nehemiah family.”

"The Nehemiah Family" Fan Ning recalled the memory of the autumn of 912, "I should have briefly talked about it once when I was your family's 'art consultant'. I remember your ancestors because they were in the second half of the 7th century of the New Calendar." He was awarded a title for his meritorious service in the war against the Kingdom of Nileru, and was able to pass it down to his family."

The girl nodded: "This flute is an antique that was originally placed in the attic of the ancestral home in 'Vaznai Town', the place where I mistakenly entered the 'Cracking Field' and thought I met 'Purple Bean Cake'."

"I was 12 years old when I found the flute, which was earlier than I entered the 'Cracking Field'. Later, after I was promoted to a knowledgeable person, I discovered that it has certain mysterious properties, especially in terms of mediumship and temporary storage of spiritual bodies. Strong, however, many specific ordinary items can achieve these functions in the secret ritual. It may just have some special materials and composition, which is far from the level of a ritual weapon."

"However, there is a rumor among the ancestors of the family that the whereabouts of the 'Star Trail' may be found from this flute."

"Star Track?" Fan Ning's heart moved, "That flute from the Holy Wound Order's violin-making family, said to have been lost in the direction of the Western Continent?"

Qiong said softly: "But that's not the reason why I always carry it. It's mainly because I got used to its tone and feel. Even after I received a lot of gifts and replaced it with a more expensive flute, Feel uncomfortable."

"Just now you asked me about my promotion to the Order Enforcer. Because I found the tombstone, I couldn't think of a response for a moment. In fact, I just doubted my own flute. I always felt that there were some vague memories in my mind, maybe it was a mistake I had experienced elsewhere. In space and time, such absorption phenomena have also appeared before.”

The "instruments" below floated into the air one after another, turning into invisible molten things that gathered in her hands. Under the constant absorption, the silver flute underwent some slow but obviously visible changes.

Its sound holes and keys glowed as faintly as distant stars.

The color of the tube body separates in a spiral shape toward both ends, gradually transitioning from silver to lavender and light red.

Moreover, at the end, beyond the boundary of the tube body, each brings a short illusory tail.

The appearance was very dreamy and gorgeous, but Fan Ning felt uneasy inside. He couldn't help asking a long list of questions:

"Could this flute of yours be the prototype of 'Star Track', or some kind of pre-existing state? But why is it like this? I mean, do you think things are a little weird? The appearance of these instruments, the residents of the village Why does it need to be implemented in this form of absorption?”