The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

The Guofeng Band is composed entirely of musicians playing traditional Chinese musical instruments.

On a makeshift stage set up in the garden, traditional Chinese musicians struck professional poses, and the guzheng began its prelude.

Dengdengdeng.

Start playing the suona.

It is magnificent and imposing.

Then, the bass flute and bass drum joined in, and the tracks of the four instruments were built together to create a perfect auditory feast.

Song Qingge stared at the empty space next to the bass flute player.

There are people there.

The ears twitched.

In terms of tone, the bass flute is deeper than other flutes, and its characteristic is that it combines the crispness of the flute with the deep and resonant sound of the xiao.

Although their timbres are similar, they are still very different in essence.

However, among the four timbres, there is a track that is extremely similar to the timbre of the bass flute, which is the xiao (vertical bamboo flute).

Song Qingge raised her lips slightly.

When I was a child, the village school was dilapidated and small, and the teaching mainly relied on teachers who came to teach every year.

One class was filled with all the children in the village, from the oldest to the youngest, all put together.

Teachers who volunteer in rural areas usually don't stay long, except for one music teacher who stayed for a full five years.

She was taught piano by this teacher.

Strangely enough, the teacher offered to teach her, saying she had talent.

Before that, she had no idea what a piano was.

Several times during her piano practice, she entered that blank, heaven-like place again.

That is, the place where she was introduced to mystical arts.

However, she did not see the old woman who taught her the mystical arts.

During the time she practiced the piano, her spiritual power would increase very quickly every time she entered that "heaven". After her music teacher left, she never went in again.

Later, her teacher taught her a lot about distinguishing the timbres of different musical instruments. It can be said that in the village, apart from her grandmother, her music teacher was the one who loved her the most.

Xu Mingchang wanted to use the musical performance to stimulate the yin energy buried in her and Jiang Zhou's bodies, causing them to lose control.

Mixed in with the bass flute is the xiao (vertical bamboo flute).

The music he played was the famous "Burning Heart Mantra," which can evoke seven emotions in a person: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, grief, and fear. It can cause a person to experience different mixed emotions in a short period of time, which can easily lead to a breakdown.

This piece is usually played on a bone flute. This version was probably adapted by the sorcerer himself. Its function is no longer to evoke seven complex emotions, but to unleash a single emotion.

Furthermore, the adapted version uses many discordant and harsh intervals, making it extremely unpleasant to listen to. She speculated that Xu Mingchang and the master behind him wanted to unleash their rage.

Song Qingge narrowed her eyes and shifted her gaze to the bass drum at the very back of the band.

It was no different from an ordinary drum, but with each strike of the musician, the resentment hovering above the garden would intensify.

That's a drum made of human skin.

As the name suggests, it is made from the skin of a person who died a violent death. When struck, it is accompanied by the wailing of a wronged spirit, which is used to amplify negative emotions.

This place is filled with the resentment of many living beings. Although they are different beings, their spiritual energy is connected and their resentment is the same.

Therefore, the longer this piece of music is played, the more likely it is to make people restless and uneasy.

Song Qingge moved her two fingers silently, golden light swirling around her fingertips.

The golden thread flew out, wrapped around the back garden, and finally flowed into the grieving and angry souls hovering in the air.

The restless air suddenly calmed down.

Xu Mingchang kept a close eye on Jiang Zhou.

Ordinary people might feel uncomfortable upon hearing this piece of music, but it's a different story for those whose bodies have been invaded by yin energy.

Especially Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge, who stayed in the small villa where evil things gathered for three days.

He had already successfully injected the evil talisman into Song Qingge's body. Tonight, neither of them can escape!

Halfway through the music, Song Qingge and Jiang Zhou still hadn't made a sound.

He didn't even frown.

"Dad, did you play the wrong tune? Why aren't they reacting?" Xu Chuanli asked anxiously.

Tonight is the only chance!

If we miss today, it won't be easy to make a move once Jiang Zhou returns to Jiangcheng.

After all, in Jiangcheng, even though the Jiang family is now in decline, their words still carry much more weight than those of the Xu family.

This is why he and his father racked their brains and tried every possible method to squeeze into the Jiangcheng business district.

Who wouldn't want a piece of the pie?

Especially now that the Jiang family has fallen on hard times, other families that were previously suppressed now have the potential to put up a fight.

Just securing a small project that the Jiang family had once handled was enough for them to live a life of luxury for several years.

Xu Mingchang hissed, "Don't talk nonsense! A master like you can't possibly make a mistake!"

"But..." I just made a mistake.

After the exorcism by the master failed a couple of days ago, he actually started to doubt the master's abilities.

But his father firmly believed in it, so he couldn't say anything.

"Then let's wait a little longer." Xu Chuanli stared intently at Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge, his dark eyes filled with a ferocious anticipation.

Completely unaware that the restless emotions within him were raging like a ferocious beast.

They are about to break through the defenses.

The music then enters its final movement.

The invisible master was puzzled.

He was playing the "Heart-Burning Melody," so why is there no response?

Was the force insufficient?

Let's go all out on the last chapter!

The originally deep and melodious flute suddenly roared like a wild beast in the forest, crashing into people's hearts as if it wanted to tear them apart.

The guests, who were already feeling unwell, became increasingly irritable.

"What kind of music is this? It's awful."

"My heart is pounding so hard, it's giving me a heart attack. I need to go outside and calm down, I can't listen to this anymore."

Song Qingge frowned.

A hint of sarcasm played at the corner of his mouth.

This is an attempt to kill them.

To the master, it was interpreted as the music taking effect, and he continued to increase the intensity.

Finally, panicked screams rang out from the crowd.

He got to hear what he wanted to hear.

"Someone has committed murder!"

People quickly retreated, making way for a wide passage.

No one dared to approach.

The master played his music with all his might, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the figure in the crowd who had tackled someone to the ground.

Jiang Zhou, your death...

and many more!

That familiar, menacing face that was gripping someone's neck—it wasn't Jiang Zhou, but Xu Mingchang!

The one who was choked was Xu Chuanqi, who had just returned to the Xu family!

Why is this happening?

Among the onlookers, the one with the cold gaze fixed on him was none other than Song Qingge.

Did she know he was hiding here?

impossible!

Unless her magical powers are greater than his, it's impossible for her to see through his invisibility spell.

Before he could figure it out, the crowd rioted again.

"Ah! Another murder!"

The "rageer" who grabbed someone by the collar and slammed them to the ground was none other than Xu Chuanli.

The one he pinned down and beat was Cheng Lanfeng.

The Xu family members covered their mouths in terror, wanting to rush up to save the person, but they dared not go.

They were terrified that they would be the next ones to be knocked down.

Xu Mingchang's eyes were bloodshot, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He released one hand and slapped Xu Chuanqi's face.

"Xu Chuanrong, you dare to take my son's place! Die!"

"You must be wondering how you died, right? It was me. I had a master cast a curse on you, so that you would be strangled to death by a ghost in your sleep."

"Xu Chuanrong, Xu Chuanrong, I told you to obediently withdraw. As long as you don't think about inheriting the Xu family, you won't die. Blame it on your greed for what doesn't belong to you!"

"Die, it's good that you're dead! When you die, they'll all die one by one. After that old man dies, I'll inherit the Xu family, and then the Xu family will only have our family left. Hahaha, are you happy? I'm very happy."

Finally, it's just us left in the Xu family, haha!

One half of his face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, while the other half was laughing wildly.

The guests were so frightened that they backed away.

Discussions arose everywhere; no one knew why the father and son had suddenly gone mad or why they had suddenly self-destructed.

It's time to give them an answer.

Song Qingge located the hiding place, raised her slender fingers, and cast a "Show Yourself" spell.

The master, who was performing, suddenly widened his pupils.

not good!

He stopped playing, wanting to use another invisibility spell immediately.

However, it was too late.

The sound of the flute abruptly stopped, and the entire band came to a halt as well.

Before going on stage, their instructions were to follow Xiao's lead completely.

As long as the flute is being played, they cannot stop.

The guests' commotion and fear stopped as the music stopped, and they all looked towards the band, only to be startled by the sudden appearance of extra people.

Xu Mingchang, who was going mad, suddenly came to his senses when he saw the master.

Loosen your trembling hands.

The Xu family members seized the opportunity to quickly help Xu Chuanqi up and get away from the crazed father and son.

Xu Mingchang didn't even have time to think about what he had just done, and rushed over to grab the master's shoulders.

Master Shaking: "Did the spell fail? Why did you come out? Why did I lose control? It was Jiang Zhou who should have killed his wife..."

He suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing in his emotional outburst, but it was too late to make amends.

Su Yun shrank behind the crowd, but her voice was quite loud: "She looks familiar. I remember she's a mystic."

The guests didn't know where the voice came from, but seeing the person who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, they had no choice but to believe it.

"So this monk was casting a spell just now? He seems to know Mr. Xu quite well, and even said he wanted to make Mr. Jiang lose control and kill his wife? Good heavens."

"Is it really that strange? Mr. Xu is usually a very nice person, it shouldn't be like that, right?"

"Then how do you explain this sorcerer appearing out of thin air? I've heard of evil music that can control people; everyone here heard it, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone panicked.

Xu Mingchang tried to regulate his breathing and control his facial expressions.

Pointing at Song Qingge, he said, "It must be you! No one here knows any mystical arts except you! You're the one who's behind this, making me lose control, become possessed, kill, and talk nonsense—it's all because of you!"

Song Qingge remained calm and composed: "Besides me, is there really no one else?"

Lying will backfire.

The master had already composed himself, calmly standing with his hands behind his back, holding his flute: "Of course not."

"Then how do you explain disappearing just now?"

"This..." The master smiled silently, "I am just an ordinary musician, and I don't know why."

As long as he insists that it has nothing to do with mystical arts, today's events can be kept secret.

Although the plan failed, as long as their identities remain intact, they can start over.

In any case, the ominous signs in Jiang Zhou's destiny are destined to take his life.

It's impossible for that young girl surnamed Song to resolve such a dangerous and ominous situation.

Even if it can be resolved, she will definitely die.

With victory firmly in his grasp, he was no longer flustered.

But the next second.

He spat out a mouthful of blood!

It splashed onto the faces of nearby guests...