Chu Tian's words made Gao Kai and the others understand his intention.
"Alas... but..." Qiu Shaotian sighed.
"There's no 'but.' If this matter is just dropped like this, wouldn't that be letting them off too easily!"
Tian Tian stared down below, a flicker of pity absent from her heart.
A few minutes later, she discovered that the sixty-eight people had all been crushed into a bloody pulp.
However, the enraged crowd had not subsided.
Among them, one woman was the most frenzied.
"My most beautiful seven years were given to you, and this is how you treat me... you damn scoundrel... I'll eat you!"
This woman crazily bit off the ear of the man who had already died.
"Alright... they are already dead..."
Chu Tian shouted loudly, but the frenzied crowd remained unresponsive.
Even Chu Tian used his soul power, but these people were too agitated.
Chu Tian dared not exert too much force, fearing he might harm them.
Immediately, his expression turned grim...
He had only intended to let them vent and get their revenge.
He hadn't expected ordinary people, when driven to madness, to be even more ruthless than those in the martial world.
Killing should be done with a nod of the head, not by desecrating the corpse!
It turned out that when Qin Yao met with Chu Tian, she had revealed what she had overheard.
This girl's primary cultivation was in music, making her particularly sensitive to sounds.
In the dark confinement, she could still distinguish who was who.
Just like the sentence Chu Xinghe had mumbled earlier, Qin Yao had heard it.
Zheng zheng zheng...
Just as Chu Tian was at a loss,
Suddenly, a sound of plucked strings emerged.
Everyone turned their heads, their gazes falling upon Qin Yao, who, from somewhere, had produced a guqin.
Her small form sat cross-legged on the ground.
The large guqin rested on her lap,
Making her delicate frame appear even more petite.
This guqin was peculiar, possessing eighty-one strings.
However, no one paid it much mind.
All were stunned by the scene before them.
A faint, purplish halo seemed to emanate from Qin Yao's small body.
Her fingers gently brushed the strings...
As if celestial music had descended from the heavens to the mortal realm.
The pleasant and clear notes brushed against everyone's hearts.
Each time Qin Yao's fingers fell, it was like raindrops falling into a clear spring.
A melody none had ever heard before wove through their ears.
Everyone seemed to see fire phoenixes rising from her fingertips.
Circling her, dancing...
Then scattering and rushing towards the crowd.
The tiny fire phoenixes, like sprites, passed through everyone's bodies, yet there was no feeling of heat.
Instead, there was a sense of coolness that soothed everyone's body and mind.
It felt as if all the gloom in their hearts had been purified.
The thousands of people below slowly stopped.
They stood up, their eyes unfocused.
Their gazes turned towards Qin Yao, quietly listening to the celestial music.
Those who had been weeping and roaring also gradually calmed down.
The frenzied crowd that Chu Tian couldn't manage,
Was pacified by Qin Yao's melody.
Zheng zheng zheng...
A moment later, Qin Yao's fingers moved faster across the strings.
"Calm the mind!"
Qin Yao's hands vibrated intensely on the strings, then swept forward.
Zheng...
A crescent-shaped halo, like a gentle breeze, shot out, heading directly for the thousands of people below.
Those who were swept by the halo suddenly tilted their heads back.
The crescent-shaped halo transformed into wisps that poured into their foreheads.
The muscles in these people's faces gradually relaxed.
"Forget the soul!"
Zheng zheng zheng...
Another three resonant sounds, and three gray halos, one after another, shot out.
Tian noticed that Qin Yao's small face suddenly flushed.
Here, she raised her hand and hesitated.
Zheng zheng...
Then, gritting her teeth, she sent out two more gray halos.
These, like the previous breeze-like halo, similarly entered everyone's foreheads.
At this very moment, those people's eyes suddenly became dazed.
"Control the soul..."
Weng...
Qin Yao suddenly let out a sharp cry.
She slammed her hands onto the strings, and the melody instantly ceased.
A red light shot out the moment she struck the strings.
It instantly enveloped the crowd.
The people who had been looking up, tilting their heads,
Suddenly lowered their heads.
Their eyes closed.
However, they did not fall.
They simply stood there.
"Hoo..." Qin Yao stood up, exhaling deeply, her face pale.
Seeing this, Chu Tian quickly strode towards her.
"Yao..." he was about to speak words of concern.
Puchi... puchi... puchi...
Suddenly, a strange sound came from not far away.
Chu Tian immediately turned his head. It was Chu Xinghe.
He was clutching his chest.
There were three pools of black blood on the ground.
And his mouth also had some. Without thinking, the strange sounds that had just occurred came from him.
"Uncle Chu, I'm so sorry... did Yao'er hurt you?"
She waved her guqin, which instantly vanished.
She then ran over swiftly.
"Cough cough cough... It's nothing, nothing..."
Chu Xinghe bent over, coughed a few times, and gently rubbed Qin Yao's head.
Qin Yao, meanwhile, was patting his back.
"Congratulations, congratulations... This old man fears he is no longer a match for Brother Chu!"
As everyone gathered around,
Wei Du suddenly clasped his fists towards Chu Xinghe.
He actually spoke such words,
Making everyone's expressions strange, and their understanding hazy.
"Haha... I must thank this little girl for that. With the music of her Qingfeng Eighty-One String Guqin, some of the corpse blood in my heart was forced out again!"
Chu Xinghe laughed heartily...
"Eh? So Yao'er didn't hurt Uncle Chu, that's great!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yao finally understood what had happened.
She patted her non-existent little chest, her face showing relief.
Chu Tian also let out a sigh of relief.
For some reason, when he saw Chu Xinghe spitting blood,
He had felt extremely worried.
It felt as if his heart was being squeezed.
Which made Chu Tian very puzzled.
"Yes, you are Qin Yao, aren't you? I didn't expect you to be able to control the Qingfeng Eighty-One String.
The Qin family has produced an extraordinary genius! This guqin... if I remember correctly, it hasn't been controlled by anyone for over 300 years?"
Chu Xinghe looked at Qin Yao with an exceptionally amiable expression.
"Really? Yao'er doesn't know... Mother... uh... Master always says I'm clumsy!
Up until now, Yao'er can only play twenty-seven strings! There are so many strings above that Yao'er can't make them sound no matter how she plays..."
Qin Yao wrinkled her nose, seemingly quite dissatisfied.
"Haha, then Yao Yao is already very good, but you mustn't be complacent and must keep working hard!
When you can play a few more strings... will you play another tune for Uncle, alright?"
Chu Xinghe stroked her head, encouraging her.
"Okay... When that time comes, Yao Yao will help you force out all that corpse blood..."
Qin Yao clenched her little fists, raising them to her face as if cheering.
"Alright..." Chu Xinghe smiled.
Chu Tian looked at the old and young pair, and for some reason, a hint of sourness welled up in his heart.
He was utterly perplexed, what was wrong with him?
He slowly shook his head.
"Yao Yao, what's wrong with these people?" Ma Deju's voice suddenly came from afar.
This fellow was circling the group of people below.
He even nudged one person's head a couple of times.
That person was as if asleep, his chin resting on his chest.
"I controlled their souls... I also deleted five days of their memories. You don't need to use a memory deletion device anymore, that thing is bad for the brain... there's a chance it could turn them into idiots... these people are already pitiful enough!"
Qin Yao stretched her little neck and shouted to Ma Deju below.
"Oh..." Ma Deju heard this and rushed back in a flash.
As he passed, he also reached out and grabbed one person from behind them.
"Here's another one... Can Sister give him a go too!"