mtl008 Chapter 136 Yi Siyang's Flute
Chapter 136 Yi Siyang's Flute
Yi Siyang stopped playing the flute, breathing heavily and exhausted. He looked at Shu Wanwan and asked with concern, "Shu Wanwan, are you okay?"
Shu Wanwan shook her head and said, "I'm fine, thank you for saving me. What is the origin of this black-robed man? Is he related to you?"
Yi Siyang frowned, thought for a moment and then said, "I don't know who he is, but the mastermind I want you to find is probably related to him."
The two exchanged glances and nodded. Then, they looked around. Sure enough, they were no longer at Fan Yao's company, but at Chen Yuan's ancient castle villa. This wasn't just an illusion; they had truly been transported to this place.
"I really didn't expect that this man in black robe has such strength." Yi Siyang frowned.
"Have you been here?" Shu Wanwan looked at Yi Siyang suspiciously, and doubted Yi Siyang's reaction. It seemed that Yi Siyang was not surprised about where this was.
"Well, I have some contact with the people in the photos I gave you. Didn't I tell you before? Although I didn't design all this, I have investigated and contacted the parties involved." It was rare for Yi Siyang to say so many words, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth curled up again.
"Hmm." Shu Wanwan listened to Yi Siyang's words and lowered her head in thought.
Shu Wanwan had just lowered her head, her thoughts still lingering, when her gaze fell on Yi Siyang's flute. The flute, blood-red and radiating a dark aura, was engraved with mysterious patterns, emanating an ancient and mystical aura. She couldn't help but be drawn in. She walked a few steps closer to Yi Siyang, carefully examining the flute in his hands, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"This flute looks very unusual. Are there evil spirits surrounding it?" Shu Wanwan asked softly, with curiosity in her tone.
Yi Siyang smiled and put away the flute, "Yeah."
"What? Are you afraid that I will snatch it away?" Shu Wanwan raised her eyebrows, her eyes curved, and she found Yi Siyang's action very interesting.
"No." Seeing Shu Wanwan like this, Yi Siyang raised the corner of his mouth again. "Miss Shu wants to try?"
As he said this, he stretched out the hand holding the flute and handed the flute to Shu Wanwan.
The moment Shu Wanwan took the flute, a chill spread through her skin. But she wasn't afraid; instead, she felt curious. Smiling, she gently placed the flute to her lips and began to blow gently. As she played, the notes rang out, clear and melodious, like sounds from nature.
There was no bloody energy emanating from the flute, and apart from the fact that it sounded extremely pleasant, there was nothing unusual about it.
"This sound is truly heavenly." Shu Wanwan exclaimed.
A familiar memory seemed to appear vaguely in Shu Wanwan's mind, but it disappeared in a flash.
Shu Wanwan didn't know what it was, she only knew that something seemed to have been forgotten by her.
Seeing Shu Wanwan like this, Yi Siyang ignored her and just nodded, "This flute is an heirloom in my family."
Shu Wanwan stroked the flute, feeling the power within it, but a guess came to her mind, "You said you were an evil cultivator, and the souls you used to cultivate your body were all the souls of those who had done evil?"
Shu Wanwan's abilities have recovered to about 70%. Now she can tell the past and present lives of any soul at a glance. Most of the souls bound as slaves on the flute are souls stained with blood debts. They are not the souls with hidden motives like Tang Tian and Chen Yuan, but the kind of simple evil people, probably like Duan Changfa.
"Yeah." Yi Siyang took two steps forward, leaving his back to Shu Wanwan, and then quietly agreed to her words, but he didn't let Shu Wanwan see his eyes. His voice was low and magnetic, as if carrying an irresistible attraction.
Shu Wanwan also took two steps forward and walked to Yi Siyang's side, looking at him firmly, not hiding her interest. Her eyes were like bright stars, shining with charming light.
"Well, I'm interested in you." Shu Wanwan's voice was crisp and firm. She raised her chin slightly and looked at the expression on Yi Siyang's face.
Yi Siyang turned his head and met Shu Wanwan's eyes. There was a hint of complex emotions in his eyes, which was fleeting, but Shu Wanwan still caught it.
"Didn't I tell you I have a deep blood feud? If you knew, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare face me." Yi Siyang whispered, a hint of sadness in his tone. His eyes were deep, making it difficult to decipher his true intentions.
After hearing what Yi Siyang said, Shu Wanwan frowned slightly and asked in a faint voice, "Really?"
Yi Siyang was silent for a moment, then finally decided to speak. "This flute is now called the 'Soul-Eating Flute.' It can devour the souls of evildoers and transform them into its own power. At the same time, my flesh and blood are also refined into it. I use my flesh and blood to nourish it and harness its power. Every time I use it, it causes great damage to my body, causing excruciating pain. However, when I cultivate with my ghost soul, my flesh and blood will grow wildly again, restoring it to its original state, forming a closed loop."
After hearing this, Shu Wanwan was shocked, "Bone-eating pain?" She couldn't help but frown, unable to imagine what kind of pain that was.
Yi Siyang took a deep breath, a trace of determination and helplessness flashed in his eyes, "Yes, the pain is gnawing at my bones. But I have no choice. If I'm not strong, I will die. This is the only way I can survive."
He looked at the flute deeply again, as if he could see his former self.
"I don't know if you believe it or not, but although I have joined the sect of evil cultivators, no one in our sect has ever harmed anyone." Yi Siyang's voice was low, with an unspeakable sadness.
Shu Wanwan nodded slightly, indicating that she believed what he said, but her heart was full of doubts.
"You said your current name? What does it mean?" Shu Wanwan seemed to understand the meaning of Yi Siyang's words and couldn't help but ask.
Yi Siyang sighed softly and said slowly, "This flute was originally a family heirloom. It was a token of love from my ancestors, passed down to the head of the family for generations and given to spouses as a symbol of a perfect match."
After hearing this, Shu Wanwan was deeply moved. It turned out that this flute had such a beautiful meaning and story behind it. She couldn't help but feel even more sympathy for Yi Siyang.
She understood that the flute's blood-red color had nothing to do with the blood-colored evil spirit, but rather was a joyous inheritance from the elders. However, now, this beautiful symbol had become a vessel for the evil spirit's refining, a profound irony.
"Then how did you make it like this?" Shu Wanwan stared at the flute in her hand, feeling pity.
Yi Siyang looked at Shu Wanwan deeply, but did not answer her question. Shu Wanwan looked at the complex emotions in Yi Siyang's eyes and found it difficult to understand what he was thinking.