TL: bluedreamsfairy
PR: Lazybug Meimei
Xue Yilan was holding a bright blue zither on his lap and there were no longer traces of the previous musicians.
At the corner of the cabin, there was only Ning Xuemo sitting on a chair. A crimson cloth was draped all over her body. Moreover, her sitting position was a little odd and rigid.
Because her eyes were hanging low, only her soft eyelashes could be seen flapping a few times once in a while.
Furthermore, the make up has been completely washed off by her fall in the water, exposing her true features. Her face was fair like jade, while her eyes were limpid, her nose straight and her lips red. Just like finally sharpening the coarse surface of a precious stone to reveal a lustrous crystal.
She was the prettiest, making the onlookers unable to shift their eyes.
Her face was a little pale. As soon as she spotted Yan Ziyuan among the fourth group, a glint of sorrow flashed in her eyes, thus she glared at Xue Yilan hatefully!
Yan Ziyuan’s gaze lingered on her face. Pursing her lips, sadness appeared in her eyes: “Xue Xue, everything about you was fake in front of me indeed.” And to say that she took her as a real friend… but not only was her name phony, but also her appearance…
Ning Xuemo’s mute point has been activated, therefore she could hardly talk.
This extremely short hour has been her biggest nightmare in her whole life!
She had to sit there like a puppet and watch the musicians coming in alive one after another and follow Xue Yilan’s seat arrangement helplessly…
She could clearly witness the fear in their eyes as they played the zither with great effort, as they were incapable of breaking away from Xue Yilan’s tweedle, as they stared at the fine and continuous qi circulating around the zither on Xue Yilan’s laptop, making the strings grow out of nothing, as their black hair turned white and as their young figures in their prime aged into a elder with white hair and wrinkled skin…
Whenever Xue Yilan plucked the last note, as if all the energy has been sucked, those people would fall to the ground one by one and die silently.
With a final wave of his sleeve, Xue Yilan would toss those corpses out of the window–
Who knew what magic he used, but she couldn’t clear any splashes of objects falling in the water.
Therefore, she kept on watching people entering, and dying in the same way.
A few hours ago, those musicians were still talking and laughing cheerfully, each playing vigorously, while she gave them some pointers. And she still carried the money they paid her in her bosom…
Although she was used to life and death, seeing these moving cycles of flowery youngsters coming to an end, still impacted her spirit, almost making her vomit.
Again, who knew what chant Xue Yilan used on her. She could hear the other people’s melodies and speech, but not his!
At first, she wanted to find a flaw on Xue Yilan’s plucking in order to warn the next group, but she couldn’t hear the notes he played at all!
When she recognized Yan Ziyuan, recalling those previous withering boys and girls, she felt even more anxious!
She must plan something to stop it!
Otherwise, the last group will also instantly wilt like the rest as soon as music arose.
However, she couldn’t even budge and open her mouth now, so how could she stop them?
Her eyesight moved, falling on Ye Feng.