C162 Soul Converging Flute
C162 Soul Converging Flute
Qin Yuan looked at the flute in her hand and instantly felt that it was very special, so he asked, "Just now when I heard this flute sound, it was like crying and crying, it was very special. This flute should be extraordinary, it should not be an ordinary flute, right?"
Huang Yuzhi said, "This flute is called the Soul Converging Flute. As the name implies, it specializes in restraining the resentment emitted by the soul. Does an expert know why this flute sound like crying? That is because this flute collects the resentment of many vengeful souls. "
Huang Yuzhi said as she looked up at the surging Yellow River and said," There are many resentful souls gathered in this surging Yellow River. They died in injustice. They were also very innocent, so they were very unwilling to die. Their souls had been gathered in this surging Yellow River. After a long time, I did not disperse, and those years when I became Yellow River Queen... I have been using this flute to suppress the resentment of those resentful souls, helping them resolve their resentment. So that they can smoothly reincarnate in the Underworld and hope that they can live a good life in the next life. It's a pity, after so many years, I've used this flute to conceal a lot of resentment. However, there's still a lot of resentment in the Yellow River, as if it'll never end."
"Eh? Is that so? Is there a lot of resentment in the Yellow River?" Qin Yuan followed her gaze and looked at the surging Yellow River.
"If an expert does not believe it, then please listen..." Huang Yuzhi said, raising the bamboo flute in her hand and placing it by her lips, gently blowing it.
As a result, the weeping sound of the flute sounded again and started to spread on the Yellow River.
After a few minutes, the water surface of the Yellow River, which had already calmed down, suddenly began to churn slowly. Then, the waves became bigger and bigger, and it seemed to be mixed with the sound of crying.
Wailing? Qin Yuan's brows furrowed, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.
That's right, it was indeed crying. Many people were crying, some were men, some were women, some were elderly, and some were children.
When these cries gathered together, they were sometimes high and low, sometimes close and sometimes far. It made people's hair stand on end, but at the same time, it also made people feel extremely miserable.
Those cries mixed together with the sound of the flute that sounded like crying, giving one a very shocking feeling.
"This cry came from the Yellow River's water?" Qin Yuan said, "Could it be that this cry came from the resentful souls in the water? Is there really a lot of resentful souls in the water?"
At this time, Huang Yuzhi continued to play the flute, so the crying on the lake became louder and louder. It also became more and more miserable until it reached its peak. Qin Yuan felt his eardrums ringing. Fortunately, after a few minutes, the crying gradually became smaller and smaller. In the end, it disappeared, and the sound of the flute also stopped.
Huang Yuzhi slowly put down the flute, then she looked at Qin Yuan and said, "The cries of those countless resentful souls that the master heard just now were the cries of those people who died in the Yellow River. In fact, there are many people who commit suicide in the Yellow River every year. Some of these people commit suicide because of a breakup. Some of them are... Some of them had lost their loved ones, while others had suffered a blow from something. They had jumped into the river to commit suicide, but that was just a spur of the moment. After these people had died, they began to regret. They started to feel indignant, but it was already too late. They were already dead. They've already become souls."
"There is another type of person who did not commit suicide, but was killed by someone, or was pushed into the Yellow River and drowned, or had their corpse dumped here after being killed."
"In short, for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, whether it was the person who committed suicide or not, the soul of the person who had been killed or the soul of the person who had been killed had been in the Yellow River for a long time. As time passes, the resentment in the Yellow River becomes bigger and bigger, causing the resentment in the entire Yellow River to become bigger and bigger. "
After a pause, Huang Yuzhi continued, "Does the master know why the water in this Yellow River is yellow?"
Qin Yuan was stunned." What do you mean? Could it be that the water of the Yellow River is yellow because... it is because of the gathering of resentful souls? "
Then, Qin Yuan shook his head. "Impossible. Everyone knows that the water of the Yellow River is yellow because of the sand inside."
But he stopped halfway because he saw Huang Yuzhi's expression. He immediately understood and did not continue asking.
"There are many unknown things in the Yellow River, such as the corpses that can be used to carry a ship. There is also the evil Yellow River King. The reason why these evil things can survive in the Yellow River. This is because they have been absorbing the resentment in the Yellow River for a long time. This resentment is nourishing them. It makes them stronger and more evil. "
Huang Yuzhi sighed lightly, then raised the flute in her hand and said, "This flute has collected a lot of resentment from the resentful souls. In fact, it is also a very powerful magic weapon. Because resentment can hurt people. For example, the black resentment I spat out earlier. It even injured the eminent monk who cultivated."
"In order to express my gratitude to the master, I'm willing to give this flute to the master."
Huang Yuzhi said and handed the flute to Qin Yuan.
"Every time a soul of this flute is restrained, a portion of resentment will be restrained, and its power will increase a little. In the future, I will leave the Yellow River and no longer be Yellow River Queen. Thus, I cannot use this flute to recollect the resentment in the Yellow River, so I am willing to give it to an expert. This flute can only be fully displayed in the hands of an expert. "
Qin Yuan didn't reject it, nor did he say any polite words. He directly stretched out his hand and took the flute.