Old-time musicians

Chapter 560 Umbilical Cord

Fanning reacted slower than usual, but as quickly as he could.

"Click——" "Hiss——"

The barbed wire twisted from the tombstone fence quickly turned red and white along a straight line in front of his feet until it melted, and its section emitted blue smoke in the pouring rain.

The team members who were shaking the snow bells in front of them were separated in the air.

"This place?"

The barbed wire fence that bisected opened the field of vision below. Among the mountains filled with unrealistic renderings, there were cabins with twinkling lights scattered everywhere. It looked as bright as beans.

Fan Ning almost thought that he hadn't flown out of the village yet.

It was only after the second reaction that I realized that there was more than one place like that in the B-105 area.

The entire area is home to these weird villages and villagers?

Just when Fan Ning wanted to use invisible power to further distance himself from the "team members", he felt that the barbed wire fence on his side was suddenly "pulled" backward by something diagonally below!

No, it’s not “one” thing, it’s “a group”.

This pulling force was actually not very strong, and Fan Ning's flight to the lighthouse was not slowed down or hindered. However, he could clearly feel that a group of things had been "stretched" by him, and then they were all pulled up and brought out.

"What the hell!?"

Fan Ning finally saw clearly that he was dragging a large group of shadows falling in mid-air. They were some musical instruments that had been "pulled out" from the roof or window of the cabin on the ground, and those that had entered the abnormal zone earlier. They were similar to those seen sporadically in the barracks and on the trees. Some of them were fleshy, some had hair, some were roughly in the shape of some conventional musical instruments, and some could only identify some characteristic parts.

There are also some things that seem to have not had time to be "differentiated" completely, and only present a large group of swollen and deformed things, ranging from local "sound holes", "keys", "strings", "tube bodies" and "drum heads" It seems that it can indeed be classified as a "musical instrument" structure, but the combination is completely incompatible with the appearance of any musical instrument in human reality.

They were hanging precariously in mid-air. Compared to the point where Fan Ning was in the sky above, they looked like a group of huge mountains. The thing that allowed them to "hook" themselves without falling were slimy, semi-circular sticks. Transparent umbilical cord-like thing!

"Is this the so-called 'instrument' stored in the 'back room' that Luo Deli said? What exactly did the Divine Advent Society do to these people?"

The colors flowing in his eyes gave them an even weirder look. After Fan Ning stared down for a few seconds, he felt his brain was dizzy and disgusting acid water had already surged into his throat.

"Chichi"

His first judgment was that it was not a good thing, so he controlled the invisible power of the "candle" without thinking, and burned or twisted several greasy, blood-streaked umbilical cords in the air.

The "instruments" involved below fell, but new threads were constantly being generated in the area around him, which then turned into blood-like umbilical cords, and new "instruments" were pulled out from the cabins on the ground.

Their sound holes are shrinking crazily, the tubes are squirming crazily, and the drum skins are bulging, like a swarm of snakes swarming below.

This is why the previous "White Mass" and the current "Tempest Sonata" are ringing in my head.

"Kassssssss—"

After discovering that burning the umbilical cord did not reduce the number of these dragging "instruments," Fanning invoked temperature retrograde.

Stimulated by vague consciousness and a sense of danger, the inspiration for descending into the chariot has been fully opened. After a few breaths, the fleshy surfaces of these instruments are covered with a layer of flawless frost.

After they stopped opening and closing, the sounds inside the skull almost stopped.

Occasionally, the instrument responsible for a certain part will still sound stubbornly backwards according to the beat time, but it cannot constitute music with specific characteristics of the work.

Fan Ning, who thought that this strange trouble was solved, felt relieved.

But he found that the world around him had become dark again. The few transparency that had existed before began to be lost rapidly, and the "particles" of golden light from the distant lighthouse also began to dissolve rapidly.

Everything returned to the original state of extremely low visibility wrapped in thick fog.

The barbed wire fence underfoot also began to slow down. Even if the intensity of the invisible power of the "Key" phase was increased, it would not help.

"As soon as the music stops, the flight stops?" Fan Ning frowned.

Behind, the other part of the wire fence that was fused did not stop. The team members who were shaking the snow bells were some distance away from them. With this slowdown, they began to get closer!

Ivan, the cook sitting at the front, leaned leisurely on a twisted wire fence, and what came out of his mouth was Mr. F’s Chinese tone:

"Only when the corresponding symbols of memories are picked up, the road will be paved and opened." He repeated and emphasized what he had said before, "Just now, you have established a connection with these people of the 'Kingdom of Heaven', how do you feel? ? Do you feel that they are like your wings, your arms, and every strand of your spiritual tentacles? Those umbilical cords are the continuation of your artistic life. Is your manipulation of phrases, expressions and timbres better than standing on the stage? Are you more comfortable on the podium? ”

"You clearly know every note of Beethoven's "The Tempest Sonata", so you have the right of passage to the 'lighthouse'. You can choose to pass or not, but, haha, I also know it, and I can do it too. If we have time, we can discuss the appreciation or interpretation of this work, after we get the things we should get."

No, this won't work. Fanning, who reacted, immediately "thawed" the frozen fleshy "instruments" hanging below him.

I have the memory of classical music works in my previous life, and so does Scriabin!

It's useless to keep the troops still and stop on the spot.

Since he has followed me to this time of loss, he can open the way to the "lighthouse" by himself!

There is a chance only if you get ahead of him!

The flawless frost turned into water vapor and dispersed inch by inch, and the sound holes and tubes resumed their peristalsis. The music of "The Tempest Sonata" controlled by Fanning sounded again in his head.

So the light of the lighthouse in the distance was projected again, and everything around could be seen again.

No, it seems that it is not very far away.

The wire mesh under my feet suddenly experienced a rapid rise process, rising almost vertically along the steep and unreal jagged texture of the mountains!

The lighthouse on the top of the mountain is within sight.

But the problem is that Mr. F, who is chasing closely behind me, is less than a hundred meters away from me!