Chapter 413: Pipa Player

Chapter 413: Pipa Player

Whats going on?

Ye Qing expanded his demonic thoughts in an attempt to perceive his surroundings, but while his power was working as normal, he couldnt sense anything living or dead.

It was as if he had suddenly become the only person left in this world.

Ye Qing walked over to the bow and looked around, but of course he couldnt see anything. The fog was so thick that he could barely see past three to six meters.

He lifted an eyebrow and threw out a punch. The Burning Wind roared and annihilated the fog within sixty meters of him.

Theres a no multiple bodies?!

The next moment, Ye Qing found an unbelievable number of dead bodies floating at the periphery of his vision. There had to be hundreds of them. What was eerie was the fact that the corpses heads were all pointing toward the same direction: him.

The next moment, the fog rolled back in and covered the corpses once more.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaah I dont think I want to be here. Time to leave.

Ye Qing had no intentions of braving whatever dangers lurked at this place, but when he got ready to row the boat, he abruptly realized that the oar was nowhere to be seen as well.

Motherfucker Ye Qing cursed under his breath and channeled his internal energies. The next moment, astral qi wrapped around the boat and pushed it back the way he came from.

At least the corpses werent blocking his way back to the shore. Otherwise, he would have to row around them or row through the corpses, both of which were inferior options with a considerable amount of risk attached to them.

Ye Qings relief didnt last long, however. The boat shot through the waters at high speed, but he couldnt see the shore despite traveling for some time. He couldnt even see the boat or the people he passed by earlier.

Logically speaking, he shouldve reached the shore at least several minutes ago. In reality, he hadnt. It spelled trouble.

Ye Qing thought for a moment before trying out a couple other directions. Yonghe Lake was a lake, so he should be able to make it to the shore no matter which direction he rowed. But once again, he found himself disappointed.

If he wasnt sure before, he now knew that he was in deep trouble.

What should I do? he muttered to himself. Should he try crying for help? But he literally couldnt find the shore, and he hadnt seen a single soul since stumbling onto this situation. Who could possibly come to his aid?

A moment later, Ye Qing threw another punch and blew away the fog once more. As soon as the fog cleared up, he spotted something that should be impossible. He spotted the hundreds of corpses floating in the water earlier.

How could this be? Have I been running in circles this whole time? But thats impossible! Ye Qing frowned when a possibility occurred to him. Or maybe theyre following me!

Chilled at the thought, Ye Qing stared closely at the corpses to see if his assumption was true. However, he was disappointed to find that the corpses hadnt moved at all. Even the surface of the lake was perfectly still.

A dozen breaths later, the fog rolled back in and blocked his sight once more. Just in case, Ye Qing threw another punch and blew it away again.nove(l)bi(n.)com

This time, every hair on Ye Qings body stood on end. It was because the corpses had gotten much, much closer during the instant the lake was covered, even though his eyes still told him that the corpses hadnt so much as twitched in the wrong direction.

Theyre not swimming. Are they moving using the fog as a medium? Ye Qing thought.

This time, Ye Qing broke out in cold sweat and goosebumps. As soon as the woman finished, people appeared on the empty tables in the blink of an eye as if magic. That wasnt the strangest or most frightening thing, however. It was the fact that he recognized most of these people. They were none other than the corpses he saw on the lake surface earlier.

He knew this for certain because he had memorized some of their faces when they faced up earlier.

Something was different though. The people sitting at the tables seemed to be alive. Seemed, because they felt alive to his demonic thought even though it was the opposite when he was outside the ship.

Suddenly, the woman on the stage looked at Ye Qing and greeted him, Please take a seat, dear customer!

Her warm, soothing voice sounded like the March wind of spring, but Ye Qing felt chilled to the core. It was because his instincts screamed that something very, very bad would happen if he refused her. So, he obediently walked over to an empty chair and took his seat.

After Ye Qing took his seat, the pipa player withdrew her gaze and began playing her pipa. A beautiful, melodious cadence began resonating inside the ship.

The music sounded as soft, warm, and soothing as the spring wind. One could practically hear the beauty and hope contained within the notes. Even a musically illiterate person like Ye Qing found himself awed by the wonderful music.

But of course, he hadnt forgotten his situation. He was keeping an eye on his surroundings at all times. Just a short while later, Ye Qing suddenly noticed that everyone was bleeding through their eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Everyone was so enraptured by the performance that they didnt seem to notice their unusual condition, however.

Internally, Ye Qing snorted. Music so good youll bleed from all orifices! Come get your tickets while you still can!

It was at this moment he felt something warm and sticky flowing out of his own eyes, nose and ears. When he wiped the liquid away and took a look, he confirmed that it was blood.

What the hell? Ye Qing was stunned. He couldnt speak for the others, but how the hell was he bleeding? And when was he hit by this spell?

Was it the music? Ye Qing looked up at the pipa player. It was the only possibility.

He tried to get on his feet and get the hell out of here, but the pipa player abruptly stared at him with her round, charming eyes. Large beads of cold sweat began rolling off Ye Qings forehead. A few seconds later, he slowly sat back down on the chair.

It was only then the pipa player looked away, and Ye Qing let out a huge sigh of relief. His entire body was covered in cold sweat. During that few seconds the pipa player was staring at him, he felt like a million knives were pressed up against his body. If he dared to leave his seat, he had no doubt that he would die a horrible death. The feeling was so strong that it almost felt like he had already died once.

Left with no choice, Ye Qing could only remain at his seat and listen to the murderous performance. At least it was just bleeding. Blood was the one thing he wasnt afraid to lose.

Ye Qing soon cursed his naivete, however. At a certain point, the music took a turn and became sorrowful. Gut wrenchingly so. Ye Qing began feeling his intestines twisting and stretching until they literally snapped into pieces.

He wasnt the only one. He could clearly hear countless peoples intestines snapping inside their bodies as well. It sounded so crisp it was almost as if they had cucumbers in their stomach, not intestines.

This was the first time Ye Qing heard and felt his intestines snapping in his stomach, ever. To say that the pain and horror were indescribable would be an understatement. The only silver lining to this situation was that he was resilient and full of vitality, so the wound healed almost immediately after intestines snapped in half.

The bad news was that the music was still ongoing, so his intestines broke down again, and again, and again.

And so began one of the worst tortures Ye Qing had ever experienced in his life. The worst part was that he couldnt leave because it would result in certain death. Not even blocking his hearing helped because the music was no mere music. It seemed to ignore the boundaries of the physical and seep into his very soul.

There was nothing he could do besides gritting his teeth and enduring it. The performance had to end eventually. He just needed to hold on until then.

An unknown amount of time later, the sorrowful song finally came to an end, and so did the unnatural power twisting and snapping his intestines like twigs. But before he could let out a sigh of relief, the tune grew passionate and rapid. He felt like he was on a battlefield ready to fight the biggest war of his life.

His heart began beating much, much faster. In fact, it was beating at the same tempo as the pipa, which was to say, very fast.

Thump thump thump thump thump!