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"Help me! It hurts! Wan Guchuan!"

Wan Guchuan woke up suddenly, "Lin Hong!" The bed beside him was empty, and his heart tightened suddenly.

"Wan Gu Chuan! Save me! Wan Gu Chuan!"

Lin Hong's voice outside the window was full of fear and pain, begging him for help.

Wan Guchuan grabbed the Zuigu sword on the side and chased it out.

The village is empty in the dark, and there seems to be danger hidden everywhere in the darkness...

"Ahhhhh! It hurts! Help me! Wan Guchuan!"

The painful voice echoed in the night, shaking Wan Guchuan's heart.

"Lin Hong!" Wan Guchuan chased after the source of the voice, the palm of the sword holding the sword was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes searched in the night.

"It hurts so much! Help me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh??

Wan Guchuan forced himself to calm down.

"Lin Hong!"

"Wan Guchuan! Wan Guchuan! I'm here! Help me!"

The night is terribly cold...

"Wan Guchuan!!"

Wan Guchuan stopped in his tracks.

The voice is here.

Things were not right.

He looked at the person standing in the shadows in the corner.

The man stood there quietly, the lower half of his face was bathed in the moonlight, with a strange smile, his eyes stared at Wan Guchuan through the darkness.

"Wan Guchuan! Help me!"

— the sound came from his mouth!

Wan Guchuan pulled out the sword reflecting the cold light.

There are already "people" standing behind him...

Lin Hong really couldn't run anymore, he felt his lungs were going to explode, his head was a little dizzy, he was gasping for breath, his throat smelled fishy and sweet, and he couldn't lift his legs anymore.

The dense footsteps behind are getting closer...

He felt a hand grabbing the hem of his clothes from behind, and the force made him stagger!

Immediately, countless hands grabbed his shoulders and arms.

Lin Hong was pulled backwards, his heart was already icy cold.

—He'll be torn to shreds here.

Lin Hong's mind went blank...it must be painful.

"hiss!!"

A high-pitched horse cry pierces the night!

The sound of horseshoes mixed with the sound of footsteps from far to near.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Hong caught a glimpse of a gigantic creature galloping from a side alley, crashing into the crowd of "people" holding him behind him!

There was a burst of chaos, Lin Hong was brought down by the force and fell to the ground, he raised his eyes and looked——

The famous Sanhe horse with the color of bay was standing there, tall and strong, snorted angrily, raised its hind legs and kicked many "people" over!

Those "people" screamed and fell to the ground.

Lin Hong was dumbfounded.

Boa? ! ?

No, why is Bo'er here? ?

But the current situation did not allow Lin Hong to delay thinking about it carefully, and the straw to save life in the flood had already been thrown in front of him.

He grabbed the rein and got on the horse's back, "Bao'er, go!"

The horse raised its front hooves, neighed, and galloped away!

The sound of wind and horseshoes rang in my ears.

Lin Hong glanced back, those "people" stood in place in the night and stared at him quietly, none of them caught up.

They knew that they could not catch up with the horse, so they stood still.

Sitting on the horseback, Lin Hong felt that his heartbeat hadn't calmed down for the rest of his life, and the chill of dying just now made him tremble and lose strength.

Bao'er trotted aimlessly in the village.

Black figures stood motionless in the darkness, and Lin Hong didn't dare to look at any of them, fearing that these lunatics would go mad again without warning.

He looked at the flying mane of the steed under him, and began to think about why Bao'er was here.

He remembered that when he entered the Ghost Fang inn, Bao'er went in with him—so Bao'er would also be pulled into the Ghost Fang.

Lin Hong was a little speechless, these ghosts really don't spare even animals...

This time, Bao'er must have been wandering alone in the forest for many days, and now that he has reached the edge of the village, he heard his "Wan Guchuan" rushing over.

"My dear Bao'er, you really saved my life." Lin Hong touched its neck.

Speaking of which, what happened to Wan Guchuan, and I didn't see anyone else.

Lin Hong's hanging heart did not let go at all.

It is really impossible to be truly stable in the ghost square.

"Lin Hong!"

Lin Hong heard Wan Guchuan's anxious voice.

"Wan Gu Chuan!" Lin Hong was startled, and immediately looked towards the source of the voice.

A slender figure caught up in the night.

Lin Hong apparently forgot that he had been deceived just now, and hurriedly got off his horse.

"Are you OK?"

"Are you OK?"

The two looked at each other, stunned for a few breaths.

Wan Guchuan was still panting, strode closer, put his hand on Lin Hong's shoulder, and hurriedly looked him up and down.

"Is it you..." Lin Hong touched his hand—Wan Guchuan's palm was very hot because of the strenuous exercise.

There are cocoons...

"It's me..." Wan Guchuan breathed heavily, and took his hand to stick to his face, "It's me..."

In the hazy night, Lin Hong looked at his clear silhouette, felt his rapid breathing on his arms, but Wan Guchuan's face was a little cold.

Lin Hong seemed to wake up just now, feeling very sore in his heart.

Wan Guchuan rarely panted like this.Lin Hong remembered what Cheng Jinjiu said about Wan Guchuan's physical strength, and he wouldn't get tired running around.

He remembered that time at the inn, he was only separated from him for a few breaths in the night corridor, and he was panting when he held his arm; also in the temple, he thought he had met a speeding ghost, and he was also very anxious... …

He has shortness of breath many times, but he is not tired...

He... actually started from the inn, so early...

Thinking of this, Lin Hong's heart beat violently, and he moved his fingers, but felt wet and sticky blood on his hands.

Blood... Lin Hong shook his hand.

"Aren't you injured?!" Lin Hong became anxious.

Wan Guchuan gently hugged him into his arms, "No, it's not my blood—what about you?"

"Neither have I." Lin Hong said so, but he felt a little hot on his shoulders - the place where he was caught by a ghost just now.

"Okay..." Wan Guchuan's arms tightened a little, but he seemed to be comforting himself, and his breathing became much more stable.

Lin Hong's heart was still beating violently, and his face was buried in his chest for a while.

The night was cool, but Wan Guchuan's arms were warm, and Lin Hong calmed down. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a face with wide eyes and a strange smile over Wan Guchuan's shoulder!

The man who was chasing him before was standing behind Wan Guchuan and looking at him!

Lin Hong was frightened for a moment!Sudden grabbing Wan Guchuan, he subconsciously wanted to drag him away! "be careful!"

Bao'er's reaction was faster than Lin Hong's, and with a long hiss, he raised his hind legs and kicked the "man" out!

The man fell on his back like a rag bag, with a loud noise, he hit the ground hard and slipped a distance.

This time, the shadows standing around watching in the darkness rioted!He rushed over here quickly!

"Get on the horse." Wan Guchuan made a decisive decision, and directly hugged Lin Hong onto the horse, rolled himself up and sat behind him, wrapped his hands around him, grabbed the reins and shook!

Bao'er was frightened, and started running wildly with a long hiss!

At this time, those ghosts didn't care whether they could catch up with the horse or not, and besieged them from all directions!A shadow moves in the dark night!

Those "people" rushed forward regardless, but were knocked out by the momentum of the horse!

Lin Hong was very afraid that the ghost claws and teeth would hurt Bao'er, so he raised his heart and tightly grasped Wan Guchuan's iron wrist.

His vision was bumping in the dark night, the horse's hooves were rushing, and the sound of crashing and screaming all rang in his heart...

His back was pressed against Wan Guchuan's chest, and he felt a little relieved only when he felt the temperature coming from behind.

He prayed in his heart that the sound of the flute would sound soon.

There are many obstacles in the village, and the terrain is narrow and complicated. Bao'er can't let go of running.

More and more "people" rushed forward, and Bao'er's speed slowed down, and it began to be unable to move an inch.

These "people" clawed at the horse's fur desperately with their nails and bit their teeth, Bao'er neighed in pain and kept jumping, trying to shake them off.

Lin Hong was so distressed that his head was furious, and his head was full of moving heads, pale faces, staring eyes, and outstretched hands that were scratching frantically. He stretched out his feet and kicked a few down.

Wan Guchuan put the reins in Lin Hong's hands, "Control the horse!" He drew out his long sword and slashed at the side of the horse!There were screams one after another, and a few swords passed, opening a gap in the dense crowd!

Lin Hong found the right time, reined in the reins, and steered the horse towards the gap.

Bo'er neighed and raised her front hoof to follow the lead of the rein.

The two cooperated together and killed all the way out!

The ghost still followed behind without giving up!Extra crazy tonight.

At this moment, the sound of the flute finally came.

The "human" crowd stopped their savage riots immediately.Standing on the spot and counting breaths, he began to retreat into the darkness bit by bit... Looking at them with cold eyes, with a smile on his mouth, it seemed to be warning-they would come again.

The sound of the flute is melodious and melodious, smoothing out all the surging undercurrents in the night...

Time was running out, Lin Hong charged the horse into the forest, trotted all the way in the forest, and the two found the piper by relying on the memory of last night.

The night in the forest is dark, the moonlight is pale, just ahead, stands that lonely figure...

They dismounted at a distance for fear of disturbing the piper.

Lin Hong hurriedly checked Bao'er's wounds, one by one, the fur was wet in several places, and his heart ached.

"It hurts you..." Lin Hong touched it.

We must end all of this quickly, or we will have to go through such a scene tomorrow night.

Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan, the night was dark, he could only see the outline of Wan Guchuan.

Wan Guchuan turned his head sideways to signal him to move forward.

The two approached the piper cautiously.

Stepping on the fallen leaves "rustling" lightly...

They walked as lightly as possible, breathing slowly...

The night in the forest is a bit darker than in the village, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the piper stands in the shadows, playing the same tune.

Lin Hongqiong carefully observed the silhouette of the piper in the night, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong... He was tall and tall, but he always felt that his head was lowered...

The night was dim, and they approached little by little under the cover of tree trunks...

Lin Hong finally saw the Piper clearly, and he was terrified at this sight—the Piper didn't keep his head down, he clearly only had the second half of his head left!

Only half of his ears remained on his head, a little tip of his nose and a mouth, so he held the flute in his hand and held it up to his mouth, still playing the tune stubbornly.

The two stopped at the same distance.

Wan Guchuan obviously didn't expect the Piper to be like this, and frowned.

Lin Hong looked at the piper by the moonlight from behind the tree.

He was wearing a soldier's iron armor. The iron armor was old, covered with rust spots and mud, somewhat deformed, reflecting vague light in the moonlight.

At this moment, Lin Hong's mind buzzed, and the song in his ear had a name in his mind - "The Song of Folding Willows".

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't afford the love of the hometown. (Note 1)

This song is a song of homesickness for soldiers on the expedition.

No wonder Lin Hong only remembered the name now. The only place he listened to the music was Qunyulou, and the songs of Qunyulou are all spring and white snow, with cheerful tunes and long-lasting affection.He seldom heard the voice of subjugation or depressed mourning.

The only time I heard "Folding Willows" was when the girls were having fun. One sister played a section on a beautiful jade flute and was interrupted by other girls laughing.

The flute player's bamboo flute was rough, no better than a jade flute, and its pitch was slightly inaccurate. Lin Hong was not very sensitive to the rhythm. After listening to this Zhe Liu song for so many days, he just felt familiar but couldn't remember the name.

Today I saw the piper's armored soldier and I remembered it.

However, he is not familiar with "The Song of Folding Willows", how can Wan Guchuan not be familiar with it?

Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan.

In the night, the outline of Wan Guchuan's side face outlined by the moonlight was deep and tough, and there was no fault at all.

Therefore, Wan Guchuan knew everything when he heard the song for the first time.

He knew the identity of the piper, and even why the piper played the flute, why he only played the flute at the edge of the village, and why there were no dead soldiers in the village...

In the past few days, Lin Hong thought he was passive and sabotage, but in fact he knew everything.But he really didn't say anything, until he saw the body that had been torn apart with only the head left, he said "send you back" - then he was sure.

Lin Hong suddenly felt distressed.Ghost Fangli might be much better than massacres on the battlefield.

Wan Guchuan felt Lin Hong's gaze, and turned his head to look over.He didn't say a word, just looked at Lin Hong silently through the night.

Lin Hong pursed his lips, and gently took his hand hanging by his side.

The night is hazy, the flute is whimpering and hoarse, and the wind is gently blowing the leaves "squeak" softly...

Wan Guchuan's head moved slightly, Lin Hong couldn't see his expression clearly.

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Note 1: In this nocturne, who heard the folded willows, no one can afford the love of the hometown. ——"A Spring Night in Luocheng Hearing the Flute" Tang·Li Bai