Yinlan Fang frowned: "Are these deaths in vain?"

"They are not dead in vain, but resentful spirits, born of resentment and swollen by anger."

"They appear over and over again, blocking our way. Could it be that they don't want us to leave?"

"However, if we cannot escape, we will be sucked away by them and become the same resentful spirits with no memory and humanity. We will be trapped here for life after life, only knowing how to feed and exist."

Listening to her words becoming more and more stagnant, and her breathing becoming disordered and heavy, Yin Lanfang said matter-of-factly: "If you carry me on your back, I'm afraid you will run slower, and there will be more and more resentful spirits. Wait until later." If the road is blocked, you won't be able to cross."

The girl seemed to pause for a moment, but without hesitation, she said: "Can you play the xun?"

Yin Lanfang's expression moved, but she didn't say a word.

The girl couldn't hear his answer and thought he didn't know how to do it, so she regretted: "I got the rebirth xun from the City of Wasted Death before I escaped. As long as I play it, I can resist these evil spirits. However, I don't know how to play it. If you can, If so, we can break through the evil spirit and leave."

Xun, Yin Lanfang naturally knows how to blow, but there is always a voice in his heart that constantly reminds him - can't blow, can't blow -

This was an unreasonable warning, but Yin Lanfang could not ignore it.

It seemed that if he agreed to her and played the "Xun of Rebirth", he would lose something very important at the same time.
Chapter completed!