Mr. Monster

The innocent die tragically, commit crimes after death, and then be destroyed, this is not the cycle that Huanye is happy to see.

The existence of everything in the world is reasonable.Even the 170 million undead who caused the murder in front of us will have a suitable home for them.But now, for some unknown reason, the underworld did not recycle the dead souls here, and made them linger here for many years, eventually lost their nature, and began to kill and eat human beings.

These dead souls need to be judged, but Huan Ye believes that the right to judge is not in his own hands, nor in the hands of Jupiter.

As long as the undead are calmed down and no longer blindly attack Jupiter's barrier, this killing can stop!

Huan Ye suddenly thought of Fuxiqin, an inheritance of the ancient gods that can ward off evil and exorcise evil spirits, and thought of the soul-purifying song "Qing He Yin" that can heal eternal hatred!

If "Qing He Yin" is played with Fuxiqin, the resentful undead might be able to calm down...

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the whole body's blood boil, and there was a stream of heat in his body along the meridians and gathered between his palms.In front of his eyes, he saw a group of golden glowing substances condensing.Under the strange eyes of everyone, he suddenly felt that his hands sank. Fuxiqin, which had disappeared without a trace in the Fox God Temple, was in his hands intact at this moment!

"What's going on here?" Huan Ye held the Fuxiqin in his hands, puzzled.

Originally, Huan Ye thought that after Fu Xiqin fulfilled her wish, she chose to follow her master and disappeared forever in the world.

Whenever he thinks of the rare and rare piano, he feels pity in his heart.And now seeing Fuxiqin lost and returned, my heart is full of joy!

"Please use Fuxiqin to play the music in your heart."

An elegant female voice came into Huan Ye's ears.

"Who are you?" Huan Ye looked around and found that it was not the woman who spoke.

"I am Qinling Suqin from Fuxiqin. Don't look for it, I haven't shown up yet, you can't see me. Don't hesitate, do you want to save the undead here?" the woman said.

"I understand what you mean..." Huan Ye lowered his head and plucked the strings with his fingers, his eyes full of gratitude.

Fuxiqin has not disappeared, it has been following Huan Ye.

Little D knows this fact, the Red Foxes know it, Wu Yin and the others know it too!

It's just that no one told Huan Ye.

And Huan Ye thought that he had the blood of the fox god Yan King, so the red fox people didn't care about him accidentally "losing" Fuxiqin.

Fuxiqin has never given up the pursuit of beautiful music.It has been longing and waiting, and one day there will be a suitable person who will continue to realize its pursuit with it.

Regardless of whether he is the person chosen by Fuxiqin or not, at this moment Huanye knows that Fuxiqin showed up entirely to fulfill his wish to save the undead, which makes him happy and moved!

The speed of the enchantment cast by Jupiter to eliminate undead is 1000 per second!

At that moment, Huan Ye no longer hesitated, and immediately sat cross-legged, placing the piano under his knees.

Calm down, I recalled the melody of "Qinghe Yin" that Xiao D played day and night in Zhuyuanzhai in the past month.

Gently lowering his hands, when the first string of notes followed the flow between his fingers and sounded melodiously in the dark red fruit forest, it was like the sweet spring water dripping into the dark and dead deep pool, and a wave of music appeared. The agile ripples instantly spread to everyone's heart.

Time seemed to stand still, and all the undead stopped, hanging in the air, staring blankly at Huan Ye.

Jupiter's face was as cold as ice, and for a moment, it was like spring and snow, and his brows were full of smiles and silent appreciation like spring breeze.No one knows what he's thinking at the moment.

"I still exist in this world, completely to protect you! For your safety, I can't take it lightly. I won't remove the barrier easily. But I'm glad you found your own method."

Seeing it worked, Huan Ye was overjoyed.So concentrate on holding your breath, get rid of distracting thoughts, concentrate on playing the piano.

"This kid is really a god!" Shi Yankun couldn't help but said, dumbfounded.He has always known that Huan Ye can communicate with ghosts and gods, so he just treats him as a capable person!But seeing the sudden appearance of the piano like magic, and the phenomenon that the undead will become well-behaved after just pulling it out a few times, it is really beyond the scope of human ability.

Between heaven and earth, everything seems to have turned into nothingness.Only the strings of piano sounds like spring rain are left, echoing melodiously.

All anger, resentment, fear, unwillingness, sadness, pain... were washed away by the sound of the piano like rain.Gradually, the world in consciousness is only a vast and pure white.

There was a breeze blowing through the night, and the red fruit forest couldn't help the long-term depression and loneliness, and responded rustlingly.

The blood-red petals fluttered like butterflies.Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the color of blood faded in mid-air.When Qingling fell to the ground, it had turned into snow-white petals.

The skeletons with disheveled hair are ashamed to restore their fresh faces in life.

There are benevolent old people, innocent children, and vigorous youths... There are teachers holding textbooks, environmental workers who are under construction and have not put down their work tools, and some who are carrying briefcases on their way to work. White-collar workers, a nanny with a vegetable basket, and a young mother with a baby in her arms...

The song "Qing He Yin" is over, where is the hostility of the evil spirit?Jupiter quietly retreated the barrier.And the undead didn't dare to go forward, but surrounded them respectfully and shrinking.

Recalling the ordinary and happy moments in life, and the demonic behavior of drinking blood after death, these undead finally faced the reality of death, and could not help but shed tears of regret and pain.

Seeing that the undead just calmed down and did not disappear, Huan Ye knew that just one song was not enough, but asked peacefully: "Excuse me, what else can I do for you so that you can let go of the grievances in your heart?"

The undead began to gather together and whisper.

Not long after, the undead gave way to a passage, and a simple and strong middle-aged man came out.He was a contractor during his lifetime, and became the leader of this group of undead after his death. At this time, he was negotiating with Huan Ye on behalf of the undead.

Holding the piano on his lap, Huan Ye just sat quietly, watching the representative of the undead walk in front of him with peaceful eyes.

Jupiter didn't speak, and didn't stop.At such a close distance, as long as the undead makes any uneasy moves, he can freeze it instantly.

As ordinary humans, Wu Yayoi, Shi Yankun, and the curly-haired man were shivering from the cold of the barrier before Jupiter and the yin of millions of undead.

The representative of the undead took off his construction hat and sat politely across from Huan Ye, seemingly without any offense.Jupiter still hasn't let down its vigilance in the slightest.

The easy-going fantasy night can always open the heart window of the painful undead to tell their stories of joys and sorrows.As for the others, they just need to wait and listen quietly...