However, it was very troublesome to do so. He did not have such relevant props in his mind. Now that the entire movie was halfway completed and the editing was considered smooth, all that was missing was the various accompaniment.
Whether it was the fierce march of the battle or the touching music of Xiaoqian's life and death, these were all urgently needed.
Yan Yang tapped his hand on the pure gold table and frowned. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Corpse Chief, come with me to the Shura World.”
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Ten days later, Yan Yang brought Corpse Chief through dozens of Inter-Realm Teleportation Arrays before finally arriving at a crimson land.
The strength of the Realm Lord of the Shura World and the Realm Lord of the Demon Realm were on par, and the size of their territories was no less than that of the Demon Realm. The world only knew that the Shura World mainly focused on killing, but they did not know the secret behind their merciless killing.
Because Yan Yang had revealed his identity, as the son of the Lord of the Demon Realm, and only brought a servant with him, they were easily welcomed into the Demon King's palace.
The Shura King's palace wasn't like the Demon Realm, where everything was resplendent. This place was entirely red, because to them, red was a symbol of desire, a totem. However, after Yan Yang looked at it for a long time, he actually felt a little dizzy and disgusted.
The palace was very large and spectacular. Other than the majority of it being red, there were occasionally some huge bones of humans and beasts as decorations on the walls.
At this moment, a faint sound came from the empty palace. It was the sound of a harp, mixed with pipa and other music.
It was like a prelude to the battle. It was low and fast. In the next moment, it was as if countless people were fighting. Horses neighed, screams, screams, collisions...
Countless notes entered Yan Yang's ears and his heart started to beat faster. His blood was boiling and his eyes were red. He couldn't suppress the urge to go berserk.
As for the Corpse Chief beside him, it had already lost its mind. Its face was distorted as it charged around aimlessly. There were traces of blood in its mouth as it screamed silently.
At this moment, Yan Yang's heart suddenly emitted a golden light that woke him up. The short moment felt like a century.
By the end of the song, Yan Yang was already drenched in sweat and his breathing was rapid.
"As expected of Demon Lord Yan Lin's son. It seems that you have learned a little of his skills.”On the wall, the originally scarlet area suddenly squirmed. Then, a middle-aged man with four hands and a snake tail wriggled his lower body came out.
Lord of the Shura World, Shura King-Luo Sui!
"Greetings, Demon King!" Yan Yang wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and quickly bowed. As for Corpse Chief, he had already regained consciousness. However, his limbs were already weak and his head was still lying on the ground, motionless.
"You're the first person among the younger generation to be able to stand and listen to my 'Slayer's Heart'.”The Shura King Luo Sui waved his hand, and hundreds of skeletons holding various musical instruments appeared in the originally empty space. Although there was no flesh on their bodies, their hollow eyes were flickering with green flames, which was terrifying.
Yan Yang took advantage of this time to recover. He calmed himself down and said," It is indeed very exciting, but the desire to kill is too strong. Besides the turmoil in your heart, you are like a walking corpse. Is a piece of music that has no soul and only knows killing the music that you have been pursuing, Uncle Luo?”Yan Yang mustered up his courage.
Yes, the world only knew that the Demon King loved to kill all his life, but they did not know that behind the killing, he liked pure music. Perhaps in his madness, his twisted and split personality was his other life.
After hearing Yan Yang's words, the Demon King's face darkened. However, he would not stoop to the level of a child.
"Tell me, why did your father send you here?”
"Uncle Luo, you might have misunderstood. I was the one who wanted to find you.”After Yan Yang finished speaking, Lord Asura was instantly displeased. He had been busy every day, yet he had been played by a child.
"Uncle Luo, don't be angry. Can I use your pipa?”Yan Yang pointed at the lute in Luo Sui's hand, which was shining black and full of vicissitudes.
"Heh, my pipa has been with me for more than 300 years. This panel and the four Zhen Zi are all made of the Ancient Desolate Heaven Demon King's Seven-tailed Demon Scorpion. The demonic nature inside is very strong. If you don't play well, it might instantly devour your three souls and seven spirits.”
Luo Sui's voice was still calm, but it was full of ridicule. Yan Yang knew that his sudden disturbance had angered the high and mighty Demon King.
Yan Yang remained silent, but he knew that he had no way out.
"Uncle Luo, I'm still willing to give it a try.”
The pipa was the quintessence of the country in his previous life. How could he not understand it? When he was young, his family had forced him to attend musical instrument tuition classes on weekends. It was not for nothing.
As for why he went to archeology in the end, ahem, ahem, he went back to his grandma's village during the summer vacation and picked up a bronze ware floating down from the river. His sharp-eyed father found it and sold it for tens of thousands. He gave him pocket money, ahem, more than 300, which he spent all by himself. Just thinking about it made him excited.
Sigh, for pocket money, for tomb raiding, no, archaeology, I fell in love with that profession. In the end, I was poisoned by the corpse poison and came to this foreign world to lead zombies and become a monster.
"What a bold little fellow. Should this king praise you for your courage or ignorance? Alright, then I'll see what Yanlin has given you. Remember, you're the second person to touch my personal instrument in these few hundred years, and perhaps the last.”
Luo Sui gently stroked the pure black pipa and handed it to Yan Yang.
Yan Yang caught it. It wasn't too heavy and wasn't much different from his previous life.
"Uncle Luo, can I borrow those skeletons as well?”
These skeletons had long lost their lives. They were only controlled by a kind of mental occult skill. They performed the instruments in their hands at the same time, just like the musical ensembles in the theater, forming a grand movement. Luo Sui's performance of Slayer's Heart was just like this.
The corners of the Demon King's mouth curled up into a mocking smile. He had already given his beloved pipa to him, yet he did not care about this. Very soon, he would pay the price for his arrogance and ignorance.
Lord Asura waved his hand, and the green flames in the eye sockets of the skeletons were instantly extinguished. Yan Yang walked over and closed his eyes, releasing his spirit. Instantly, the eye sockets of the skeletons lit up again, but this time, the flames were pure golden.
After everything was settled, Yan Yang found a stool and sat down. The Demon King had already raised a wine cup and looked at Yan Yang. He weighed the cup in his hand and signaled for the start.
Yan Yang touched the steel-like string and felt a complicated feeling in his heart. It had been many years since he had last touched it. However, the unfamiliar feeling quickly disappeared and was replaced by a familiar feeling that he would never forget.
Yan Yang began to play, and the skeletons behind him began to control their instruments. Guzheng, flute, flute, lusheng…
This was a song full of life. Under the sun, the seedlings that broke through the soil were growing healthily. A gentle breeze blew, green clouds moved, and rain rustled. Flowers bloomed.
It was like a starting point that was rapidly expanding. Suddenly, the scene changed. In the storm, they swayed unyieldingly, as if they were shouting silently.
"Let the storm come more violently!”
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