The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

The exciting piano music came down fiercely from above. Zuo Mingyuan picked up a long knife from the dead body and chopped it out with unparalleled force.

The mummy's head flew up from its neck, its hollow eyes unable to see anything, and then it fell heavily to the ground, smashing into the yellow sand.

"kill!"

He shouted loudly, and then he fought with the red tassel spear in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand.

Yun Nian didn't know how effective her music was. The flying yellow sand blocked her sight. She could only use her ears to listen to the sounds that suddenly became excited.

Qi Ming looked at her, and then at the soldiers below who had suddenly become brave, and suddenly a whimsical idea flashed through his mind.

"Use the sound of the zither... to fight witchcraft?"

Yun Nian's hands seemed to have afterimages, and the music became more exciting, and the hearts of the listeners began to beat faster.

Langya stared at the sitting girl with fanatical eyes. The arrogance in his blood seemed to be aroused, and his muscles bulged vigorously.

At the same time, Turancha, who was hiding among the mummies, frowned.

"Qinyin? Where does this Qinyin sound come from?"

He jumped onto the chariot, holding onto the chess piece, and looked at the wall of Jisha City. On the wall, a figure in white was looming in the yellow sand.

"General, these mummies seem to be a little strange."

His subordinates asked in confusion. Except for the mummies crowded in front, the rest of them shook their heads slowly.

"The ones that were released didn't seem to be affected much, but these, our secret weapons..."

Turan sensed something was wrong. He had finally obtained the favor from the Emperor and had given all his four daughters to that lustful guy, only then did he get the chance to lead the sure-win battle.

"Didn't the Imperial Master say that they are the bravest soldiers and the most powerful weapons? Why do they look so stupid?"

No, he remembered that the weird guy also said,

"Just don't let them hear the music."

Had the Imperial Master foreseen all this? Turancha was shocked and angry. He grabbed

Yun Nian herself didn't know that the more powerful the target her music was directed at, the more unexpected effects it would have.

"No! Hurry and gather them all back and write a letter to the Imperial Master immediately!"

The soldiers left in a panic. Turancha looked very unhappy. His Majesty had never shown any mercy to useless people. If he was defeated and returned, he would be hanged outside the palace wall the next day.

"Don't think that this little piano music can stop my plan. Humph, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

The mummies retreated like ants in a nest on the yellow sand. The soldiers who were fighting fiercely suddenly lost their target and were a little confused.

"What happened? Did they retreat?"

"I haven't killed enough!"

"Come on, weren't you scared to death just now?"

"It seemed to be the same in the last battle. Could it be that Ke Luo's people are afraid of us?"

Only Zuo Mingyuan knew what happened. The young Lieutenant General looked up at the tall city wall and saw a graceful figure.

"You really did it."

When he smiled, his sharp fangs were exposed. Only at this moment could one see that he was not very old, yet he was about to embark on this ruthless battlefield.

"I'm going back."

Langya took the zither from Yun Nian's hand, put it in the box, and carefully put it on his back.

She turned to leave, but was stopped by someone.

"Miss Yun, do you know why they retreated?"

Qi Ming already had a vague premonition in his heart. How could such a coincidence happen? As soon as Yun Nian came and played a strange song, the mummies retreated.

"Go ask Zuo Mingyuan. He's the one who faces those guys directly."

The girl walked away with light steps, leaving Qi Ming alone in deep thought.

In the courtyard, Fuqiu directed Lanying and Luxi to pour tea and water for her. When she saw Yunnian coming in, she just raised her eyebrows.

"You're back, how's it going?"

"Of course, it will be accomplished immediately."

She also sat down beside him, looking at the tea leaves floating in the cup, thoughtfully.

"When I was playing, I heard a strange sound. It wasn't the sound of fighting or the sound of knives colliding. It was like a strange whisper."

This is the feeling I get only when I play for mummies.

Yun Nian fired at them three times, once in the rainstorm, and once when the distance was too far.

Only this time, she was truly facing those ruthless and cold monsters of war, and heard the teeth-grinding and bone-shaking whispers, like some evil spell.

"You really talk exactly like that weird guy. He always likes to say that he heard the voice of God or the will of God. I thought he was just lying."

Fuqiu said unhappily, and drank the fine tea that Yun Nian brought with her in one gulp.

"Who is this weird guy?"

"Humph, a fraudulent imperial master. The old man keeps asking him to make him some kind of tonic pill or elixir of life."

Ke Luo's national teacher?

Yun Nian had never heard of it. Apart from the emperor's tyranny and the bad territory, most of the stories about Ke Luo were mysterious.

Like a mummy, like the dance of a lotus,

"By the way, he also taught me this dance."

Speaking of this, Fuqiu seemed a little unconvinced. She had only secretly watched the Imperial Master dance, but he smiled and said that she had talent and forced her to practice dancing.

Although it seems that if she fails to master the art of seduction, it is still unclear whether she can survive in Ke Luo's cannibalistic palace.

"It seems that the Imperial Master is not such a bad person after all."

Yun Nian nodded. She was still somewhat concerned about the strange whispers. She felt as if her heart was calling out to her to find out.

After sitting for a while, Zuo Mingyuan still hadn't come back. He was probably distracted by Qi Ming or something else.

"I'm starving. Let's eat first. But is there really anything to eat in this damn place?"

Fuqiu had already searched the small kitchen thoroughly, but found nothing except mice that had starved to death.

She stood up and kicked the stone bench angrily. The stable stone bench actually swayed and turned in a circle under her not-so-strong kick, revealing a black circle that was different from the rest of the land.

"Ok?"

"what is this?"

She squatted down, and inside the black circle was a pattern drawn with white powder.

"Let me see, it looks like a bird."