Chapter 211 Natural Chords

Alan ambushed a white-tailed deer, and the machete slashed precisely on the back of the stag, making it incapacitated and kneeling on the ground to be slaughtered.

After killing each other, he dragged the white-tailed deer to the river and began to dismember and clean the deer.

There were many fish in the river, and Alan threw the guts of the stag into the river, which immediately attracted two pikes.

Alan's eyes are quick and his hands are quick. He hulas and presses his hands into the water, and grabs a big pike with his bare hands, which weighs ten kilograms when he lifts it up.

He turned his hands and cut open the pike again, washed it, and returned with the fish and a bucket of water on his back, carrying two deer legs.

Suddenly, the sound of birds taking off came from behind, and Alan turned his head cautiously, only to see the birds in the woods across the river shouting and flying away, and it was obvious that something was about to come out.

Alan stepped back and stared at the woods. Others didn't believe there were monsters, but he knew that there were lizardmen here.

However, until he exited more than ten meters away, he did not see anyone coming out of the woods across the river.

Thinking that this place should not stay for a long time, Alan immediately ran towards the gathering point with food.

After he left, there was a clatter in the river, and a humanoid creature emerged from the water carrying a pike, and walked ashore from the river.

This humanoid creature was only one meter and two in height, and it looked like a child. It had a big mouth and eyes, and its pupils were as sharp as snake eyes.

The skin looks textured like a rock, with a bluish-black luster, and its whole body is covered with delicate black scales, without a trace of hair, and the bones on the head are undulating like a helmet.

There are thousands of pleats on the abdomen that overlap like shell patterns, and a circle of animal skin skirts wrapped around the waist. Behind him is a snake tail that is longer than his height, and it keeps swinging like a long steel whip.

His hands and feet were like eagle claws, and his elbows and knees had spikes that radiated cold metal light.

It is true that it is a lizard man, but if he has horns on his head, he will definitely be called a dragon man in China.

With hatred and doubts in his eyes, he looked at Alan who was far away, threw the fish, jumped to the tree and followed.

This is just a two-year-old lizard man. Although he can see humans every year, the last time the Illuminati used civilians to experiment was four years ago, so he thought Alan was a strong man with hidden strength.

Although he felt that Alan was weak, he was too young to choose to show up or even attack. Seeing that Alan didn't find himself, he jumped across the river and returned to the lair to inform his parents.

It has to be said that Alan saved his life, and this was also expected by Huang Ji. He knew that Alan could return safely with food.

"I may have encountered a monster, and I feel that something terrifying is spying on me..." Returning to the gathering point, Alan recounted everything just now.

Everyone didn't care, only Old Wang knew that he might have encountered a lizardman, and he was glad that Alan was not attacked.

Huang Ji said: "So the monster is on the other side of the river..."

The magician said, "Do you really believe there are any monsters? Pulling five thousand kilograms is too much. A polar bear only has one ton of strength."

Huang Ji said: "I'd rather believe it than not. That Kegas can't possibly let us have a picnic..."

Everyone thinks it makes sense, no matter if the monster is nonsense or not,

There is danger here, for sure.

Everyone wanted to deploy some traps nearby, but Huang Ji stopped them and said, "If there are such monsters, what's the use of building a copper wall and an iron wall? Don't waste your energy."

After all, Huang Ji held a jar of herbal juice and sprinkled it around.

"What is this?" Hani covered her nose, feeling that the smell was extremely pungent.

Huang Ji said: "Some medicines with pungent smells, didn't Kogas say that the monster is sensitive to smells? Sprinkle it around, maybe it's useful. At least the wolves won't get close."

Everyone knew it, and they started to make a fire to roast the meat, and everyone happily ate the game. Huang Ji was silently cleaning a thin bone and placed some flasks.

They didn't seem to notice that there were four lizardmen peering at them from a tree not far away.

The four lizardmen, two big and two small, were only eight or nine meters away from them, sniffing the herbal smell splashed by Huang Ji.

This gas is pungent to humans, but to the lizardmen, it is fragrant and comforting.

More importantly, he felt that his breathing became much more comfortable, and his lung capacity was significantly expanded.

"Will it be poisonous? My father said that humans are our enemies and will do everything possible to harm us." One of them was the little lizard man before.

"These are just civilians. The test items released by the enemy are too weak. You can kill them all by yourself." Another taller lizardman whispered.

He glanced at the people who were laughing and eating barbecue, and realized that they were all weak, because they exuded the breath of weak.

In terms of vitality alone, they are inferior to bison.

This made the two little lizardmen behind him a little eager to try, and wanted to rush down to kill them all and try their hunting skills.

However, at this moment, a strange voice entered their ears.

"Woo..." It was Huang Ji, who suddenly started to play the bone flute.

This is really a rudimentary flute that can't be more rudimentary. The bone tube is hollowed out, a few holes are drilled, and a thin piece of bone is placed at the mouthpiece, and it's done.

A low and long voice rang out, attracting everyone's attention at once.

Huang Ji held the flute in one hand, and his fingernails slid across the mouths of the six beakers, making a chord-like sound.

He also covered the deer skin on the medicine jar, which contained many small broken bones and stones, and tapped the deer skin with his palm, making a muffled sound.

The end of the bone flute taps the side of the medicine pot, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, the medicine jar was shaken by force, and the broken bones and stones inside also collided and collided, making a clattering sound.

For a time, Huang Ji's whole body rhythmically moved, playing a very well-organized melody.

When everyone was eating, seeing Huang Ji suddenly playing music, he just wanted to relieve everyone's nervousness.

After all, inexplicably caught up to participate in the death game, after a series of tense survival, at this moment can finally sit down to eat and drink.

Everyone was sitting around the fire, there was water and meat, and there was indeed some music.

In the eyes of everyone, Huang Ji played a smooth rhythm movement with only simple utensils.

To say it sounds good, it's not too bad. The instrument is too simple. Although the rhythm is smooth, the tone is hoarse and mocking.

But everyone has gone through a series of life and death, and now I finally sit down and rest, and I already enjoy listening to music. At first glance, I feel it is beautiful and beautiful.

Especially when Huang Ji's fingertips lightly swiped across the flask occasionally, the sound of squeaking, like a pearl falling on a plate, was extremely pleasant to the ear.

God knows how he popped out. Huang Ji's fingers seemed to have magic power, and the moment when the fingertips swiped, all kinds of joys merged into one. Hani once suspected that she had heard the electronic sound, and there was a little snake commotion in her mind. Her posterior nerves were shrinking slightly, teaching her a strange feeling that she couldn't describe.

"Papa..." The crowd couldn't help clapping their hands in harmony, trying to keep up with Huang Ji's beat by hitting their palms.

The music still needs to be compared. At first glance, Huang Ji's music is normal, and the timbre is monotonous, but after adding everyone's synchronizing sound, everyone can immediately hear a sense of dissonance.

It seems that Huang Ji's music, adding any additional noise will be incongruous, and it has been integrated with the surrounding wind, leaves, water, and birds.

Pharaoh's eyes widened. He had studied vocal music for a while, and when he heard the doorway, he couldn't help being surprised.

Huang Ji's melody is tailor-made for the environment at the moment, no more than one inch, no less!

When the tune becomes natural, if the wind of nature changes, his rhythm will also change. This is a chord with heaven and earth. No one in the audience has this ability, so no one can match.

Exactly... Whoever tunes the music in the world, I travel alone in heaven!

"call……"

The wind is getting louder and louder, the place is surrounded by mountains, and there is a whistling sound when the wind passes through the valley.

A group of birds and the singing reflected in the spring whisper, the wind blows the leaves and dances, and thousands of background sounds naturally complement the monotony of the Huangji bone flute.

Everyone did not dare to make a sound to disturb them, and quietly immersed in the chorus of heaven and earth.

I usually take it for granted, and use it as the background to automatically shield the natural sounds that I have never stopped to listen to. Under the guidance of Huang Ji's flute, it becomes clear and into tune.

Huang Ji's monotonous and hoarse music, supplemented by Bird Spring Fengye, turned into a full-toned movement.

No one could tell whether it was the heaven and earth that made Huang Ji's flute sound, or Huang Ji's flute sound that made the sound of heaven and earth.

The sudden finger flick of the bottle mouth makes people feel excited as if they want to fly.

It came suddenly, and it was fleeting, making people fascinated and lost.

I could only hear Huang Ji's rhythm going faster with the wind, becoming more and more excited.

The frequency of finger flicks is getting more and more compact, layer by layer, layer by layer, sending everyone into a higher enjoyment.

"Sa!"

"Warning!"

The rhythm is getting faster and faster, until finally Huang Ji pulls open the neckline and tore his clothes in front of the bottle mouth!

Sometimes in the music with deep bass and sometimes clear high-pitched, there was such a sound, which instantly made everyone feel as if their heads had exploded.

The sound of cracking silk and the sound of urging came out alternately, getting more and more urgent, and all the sounds converged in one place.

In the end, under the roar of an eagle passing by in the sky, everything suddenly fell silent.

Everyone came back to their senses, looked at Huang Ji again, had put down the bone flute, and the clothes on his body were torn apart by themselves.

And the full movement has disappeared, leaving only the background noise that doesn't make a tune.

It's just the sound of wind, water, and birds.

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