The sound was sharp and grating, rising and falling completely off-key, like someone sawing sheet metal with a dull blade—or a hundred ducks shrieking at once.
Sharp, piercing, utterly chaotic!
Every note landed precisely on the most unbearable frequency possible.
Su Miao poked her head in for a look.
A young Farm Teachings Outer Disciple was clutching a flute and blowing until he was drenched in sweat. His cheeks were puffed up like a frog's, his face red as a beet, and he had clearly been at it for quite some time.
The flute notes rose and fell, sped up and slowed down.
It sounded like a pig being slaughtered—but not an ordinary slaughter. It was like sawing at it slowly with a dull knife, only for the knife to grow even duller halfway through. The pig's screams became more and more miserable, more and more warped, until they turned into a scalp-prickling hell of noise.
Demonic music assaulted the ears!
The shop owner was a Rabbit Demon, her face covered in white fur and her long ears drooping down. She clamped both paws tightly over her ears, tears streaming down her face.
The tears truly poured from her eyes, rolling down her fluffy cheeks and dripping onto the counter, where they had formed a small puddle.
"Customer, please, I beg you. I'll refund your money. Please stop playing..."
The Rabbit Demon's voice was so hoarse it was nearly inaudible, trembling with despair.
The Human Disciple stopped playing his flute, his face full of grievance.
"But I paid for a whole year of lessons."
Rabbit Demon: "No need to learn anymore. You've already graduated! Your flute playing is more than enough to repel enemies!"
The Human Disciple felt wronged.
His goal was to participate in the next Holy Son Selection.