Old-time musicians

The top of the seven-foot piano was covered with multiple layers of heavy, thick fabric.

Fanning opened it layer by layer, the top was wet and the bottom was dry.

"Crunch——"

What was then uncovered was the scarred, lacquered piano cover, and a pile of fine weathered matter spilled onto the keys.

"135135153153...613613631631..."

Fan Ning stood in front and slowly "poked" groups of arpeggiated sounds with his fingers.

It's a very old grand piano. It has some issues with its rebound. The tone has become brittle and rough, and the overall intonation is about one and a quarter whole steps lower.

But judging from the forty years of climate erosion in the rainforest, it is new, and so new that it is somewhat illogical.

Joan had already begun to outline a rich purple altar pattern around the piano, and then three irregular arcs in the center that were generally smooth but curled at the ends.

The Lord of Witness "Winter Wind".

At the same time, the pure white and cold air of the essence of "Desolate" Xiangyaozhi dispersed in the sky.

So far, there have been enough factors that are strongly related to the target recall event. If orderly music is used to "filter and correct" the birdsong outside the building, the life works of Vienne or Ton can be Selected items.

Of course, Scheler should have a better understanding of Tone's works. It would be a bit strange to just pick up Vienne's works.

"Just play some music from its previous owner." Fan Ning took off the guitar and handed it to Luna.

"Me? You have only taught me the simplest few of Master Ton's songs." Luna accepted it sheepishly.

"It's random, it's just a formality."

"Oh." The little girl hung the "Yin Lilian" that was nearly most of her height on her body, and seriously played "Close to Dusk" which is often used for beginners to practice skills and has beautiful music - it has a classical temperament 's soothing bass progression, above which is a melodious two-note melody.

An was humming its high note softly on the side, and then the numerous birdsong outside the building began to change.

The vocals are decreasing, but it's just not obvious to someone who's not very inspired.

Fan Ning leaned over and placed the four lit candles around the altar one by one, and fixed another candle on a corner of the piano body.

There is a high-ranking assistant to assist, and the inspiration of the main executor himself is also different from before. In addition, there is a sufficient supply of "Desolate" Xiangyao Essence, all of which make the secret ritual simpler and can call upon the invisible power. But it multiplied and rose.

"We invite the 'Winter Wind', the god of loss at midnight, the god of sadness and decay."

He recited Tulungarian prayers.

"hiss--"

The mist of frankincense essential oil evaporates, and the peculiar scent of resin wafts out, making people calm and relaxed.

"Those who gaze upon her will capsize like a shipwreck into the sea; those who remember her will have to bury her decrees until the severe winter; those who worship her today should not serve her the next day; those who worship her tomorrow will never worship her."

Among the thousands of recorded historical sounds, some confusing sound blocks were bundled into lines, some interfering and entangled progressions were eliminated, and some hidden and noteworthy bird sounds were more highlighted.

The total number of voices is further reduced.

Fan Ning stood next to the decayed leather stool, playing the keys on the piano with one hand, playing a delicate and flowing improvisation, which was intertwined with the sound of the guitar "Yin Lilian" in Luna's hand and Miss Nightingale's humming.

As a result, the current scene is increasingly similar to the historical scene from that year.

""prelude"……"

""prelude"……"

"There was a duet audition here, and then the "Prelude" of the "Awakening Chant" in 875 New Year..."

The walls are rolling, the clouds are separated, old wounds are aching, and the sound holes of the instruments are showing the most spiritual state of contraction.

Fan Ning stood in front of the piano, his left hand still fingering on the keyboard. He leaned up and looked up at the cracked and leaking ceiling of the hall.

The scene outside the building is passing and fading, and the sound of birdsong in the sky is settling and settling.

Inexplicable old light seeped through the cracks, and inspiration and thoughts rose higher and higher. In Fan Ning's mind, the sound of birdsong automatically turned into the two sounds of piano and guitar in the past, and then further changed into a more powerful instrument in the orchestration group. Original sound.

Among the birdsong that had become thin and relatively uniform, he heard a single melody composed of chromatic scales, which showed more of the timbre characteristics of the flute.

The tonality of the melody is vague, groggy, with a completely unstable sense of wandering, as if the lines on the canvas are not very clear. It is not until the later part that the possible direction is hinted, simply in the key of E major. paused for a moment on the pillar note.

"This is..." Fan Ning frowned.

Soon, the flute-like timbre merged into the ambiguous velvety sound of horns and woodwinds, and brought out a long series of diatonic glissandos from the harp.

The string component plays a teasingly soft tremolo, with slender and delicate colors.

The spring is bright, the wind is clear, the sun is warm, the sky is bright and the clouds are shadowed, making you drowsy.

""prelude"?……"

"This is the "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" by the former Impressionist master Debussy! That Impressionist orchestral work is as famous as "La Mer" that I once performed!

"

"Vien actually 'wrote' a 'Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun'? This is the 'Awakening Chant' of 875 in the New Calendar. Is this the 'Awakening Chant' he realized? No wonder he is the one who studied the West The organist of mainland religious music could actually awaken another righteous god from the South with a completely different style; no wonder, according to Master Lucter's recollection, some voices in the music critics at that time said that its sound effects were too radical and advanced..."

Fan Ning was so shocked that his limbs began to tremble, and the splendor under the fingertips of his left hand stopped abruptly.

Within a few seconds, Luna's playing and An's humming also stopped one after another.

The candles went out, the smoke drifted away, and the music disappeared into the thin air.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." "Chirp, chirp, cuckoo, cuckoo..."

The flawless frost brought by the radiant essence has melted from the broken windows, and the world has returned to the sound of birds.

The sense of disobedience of "barrenness" has subsided, and "key" still seems to maintain a high intensity. The cracks in the wall are wandering, the door is flapping, and the branches of the trees extending into the building are trembling.

"But Wei En doesn't look like a 'traveler' in any way?..." Fan Ning put the guitar handed over by Luna back on his back and fell into deep thoughts.

"Western continent-style religious musicians, the guidance of Mr. F, the power of the 'old days', the "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun", the "Awakening Chant" that started in 875, the charming lady with short red hair embracing the congratulations?... …”

While thinking about it, Fan Ning suddenly felt an electric shock on his wrist.

Just like someone used a lighter to start a prank in a previous life.

He looked subconsciously and saw the new characters on Qiong's sleeves, and his whole body suddenly felt numb:

"run!

! "

Fan Ning suddenly lowered his head and saw that the lines on the ground under the piano had changed from purple to blood red at some point, and the lines had also changed. The witness talisman of "Winter Wind" had been tampered with at some point and became Flowing lines representing water waves and an upward-stretching palm!

The witness talisman of the phase "pool"!

There was no time to think carefully about the meaning of "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun". He quickly pulled Luna and An to the left and right and ran away.

Just when they left the altar area, everyone felt that they had "squeezed through" the skin of a certain juice-filled air, and their clothes were soaked through. Two seconds later, two broken chairs, a grand piano and a mobile phone were behind them. The layers of cloth that were opened quickly dissolved into a red-black viscous liquid!

The rest was nothing, and at first glance it looked like a puddle of rainwater mixed with saprophytes in the middle of an empty hall.

"Deng Deng Deng..."

The sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of breathing, and everyone quickly ran to the end of the corridor.

After getting away from the influence of a very strong "pool", the sense of inconsistency in the "key" phase in the air became prominent again. The textures of the walls on both sides were biting each other, the hinges of the doors everywhere were crumbling, and the counters and counters all along the way were... The broken window lock turned on its own as if oiled.

At the corner of the stairwell, the three people's figures turned sharply.

"Ah!" "Ahhh!"

"

Before he had time to digest and understand what he had just experienced, a blood-curdling scream suddenly came from downstairs.

"How could there be someone?" An exclaimed.

"The voice seems a bit familiar." Luna huddled behind Fan Ning, and when Fan Ning turned a corner again -

He saw the armrest frame begin to twist, the doors burst open, and snakes boiled out of the well mouth!

There is no place left to stand on the ground on the first floor. There are purple-red, slender and sticky scales everywhere squirming in layers!

The crowd rolling and wailing among them was the group of hunters that had just separated in the rainforest in front of St. Achonius Hospital.

"Aren't these people afraid of approaching the hospital? Why did they come in instead?"

Fan Ning let go of their arms and frowned at what was happening at the bottom of the steps, as if he remembered how they seemed to be hesitating or thinking before they separated.

Maybe it was really contaminated by some kind of "dry soul curse"?

After thinking about it, Fan Ning had no idea of ​​taking action, because even if the other party was the person he wanted to save, it was too late.

The powerful venom and sharp teeth of snakes have opened holes in the human body in countless places.

Including these people, there were thin snakes burrowing in and out of their heads, and the horrifying and twisted wails echoed endlessly in the hospital halls, but the result of the sound was just a few more snakes burrowing into their throats.

The two little girls huddled closely behind Fan Ning with pale faces.

The two hunter leaders from before looked at Fan Ning, but judging from their wide-open eye sockets, they were seeking death rather than survival. The next moment, their sharp tongues pierced their eyeballs from the inside out, and then Black, white, red... all of them were pushed out by the snake from the empty black eye sockets.

"The bathing maiden who is obsessed with food and sex is an animal, the birds in the forest are animals, and the snakes in St. Arternes' Hospital... are also animals?"

Fan Ning frowned and muttered to himself.

He already had a lot of inspirations about food, color, aroma, exotic rainforests and strange bird songs along the way. Although the pace of the journey was too fast and he hadn’t started writing yet, he had determined that the opening atmosphere of the third movement would be mysterious and melodious, and even had a hint of it. "Fragrant" atmosphere.

But now he realizes again that for nature or the world, it only takes a blink of an eye or a bar to go from one extreme to another - this is something he had a vague understanding of in the second movement, but never realized. Now that it is so clear, it is obvious that this will cause an essential shift in the development of the second part of his third movement.

The snakes in the well were still boiling out, and after completely drowning the hunters, they rustled and rushed towards the stairwell where Fanning was standing.

"Run back to the second floor!" Luna hurriedly pulled the teacher and sister's clothes.

"No, upstairs too..." An took a step up and suddenly retracted his foot.

The cracks in the walls where they had just come from were spitting out scarlet tongues, especially in the cracked ceilings, where snakes fell like waterfalls, as if there was a huge release bag on top.

The air was filled with a dangerous sweet smell. In less than five seconds, the front of the snakes on the upper and lower floors jumped onto the stairs, blocking the escape route of the three people at the halfway corner.

"Bang———Bang———Bang——" "Bang———Bang———Bang——"

Fanning's palms tapped the wooden surface of the guitar, knocking out a strange rhythm of heavy beats and light beats, and began to use his fingernails to rub out the syncopated prelude and embellishment pattern.

The snakes in front of them slowed down their movements. They seemed to be affected by this strange rhythm, and their original instinct to bite the body or create wounds was blocked.

"—— Da Da Da Da Da Da Da" "—— Da Da Da Da Da Da Da"

On this basis, Fanning used the B string symbolizing "derivation" as the spiritual oscillation body, and played a very infectious and exciting dance melody, interspersed with warm and dense cadenza phrases.

Argentine composer Piazzolla's "Free Tango"!

The snakes raised their heads.

"Hiss hiss hiss..." The scarlet tongues were still spitting out.

In the alternation of major and minor keys, rapid and varied harmonic accents appeared repeatedly, and the fixed strong and weak patterns in the music bars were completely broken, creating a strange sense of urgency and appeal.

All the snake heads began to sway in unison with the rhythm!

Teacher... Luna and An watched all this in amazement.

"Cover your ears a little." Fan Ning gently reminded.

The invisible spiritual storm continued to spread from the "Yin Lilian" in Fan Ning's arms. Overly enthusiastic "freedom" means "chaos" or "confusion", but this passion is also the most efficient way to make other passions surrender.

As the melody with seemingly similar patterns is repeated, the texture gradually becomes denser, the range gradually expands, and the showmanship gradually becomes airtight...

The mood of the tango dance gradually rises, and the purple-red snakes dance wildly!

Under the endless exhaustion, their tongues stopped swallowing, and the purple-red scales on the snakes bulged exaggeratedly, showing the cracks between the strips and blocks, and the gray-white muddy light permeated inside.

At the end, Fan Ning used his fingernails to scrape out a sharp downward ending sentence.

"Clang!"

The lower part of the palm touched the strings and immediately retracted.

The dance of the snakes came to an abrupt end.

The turbid light in the cracks of the scales burst out completely, and then extinguished like dead ash the next moment.

The snake's body began to wither and harden, bursting into wisps of dust, leaving only small pieces of twisted hard residue on the ground.

Fanning put the guitar on his back and walked down the steps calmly. Luna and An put down their hands covering their ears and followed quickly.

Their faces were still flushed with discomfort, and their heartbeats had not recovered from the disordered state. This was because Fanning consciously protected the connection vibrations of the two spiritual strands and reminded them to cover their ears in the latter part of the music.

Fanning kicked away the dry and hardened remains of the snake corpse with his feet, squatted in front of two highly rotten human corpses, frowned and thought about something.

The two little girls stood at a distance, not daring to look at him directly, and could only keep staring at the light-colored almond leaves and pomegranate patterns on his back.

Fanning was still very uncomfortable, with a headache and a churning stomach, as if he had not recovered from motion sickness.

But he seemed to be thinking hard about something. After a while of silence, he stood up and looked at the limbs lying around him.

The bodies were undoubtedly horrible. The heads alone were covered with mucus and full of dense honeycomb-like holes.

"Three... five... six, seven, eight, nine..." He counted the number of hunters for the first time.

Nine bodies.

Fanning counted again.

Or, two leaders and seven men?

His right fingertips lightly brushed over the purple D string, then raised his left arm and quickly wiped some spiritual residual textures on his clothes:

"How many people were there in the Special Patrol Office that you and I faced before?"