Before long, Zheng Qing—or rather, the other young wizards in the room—understood why that Vampire had been so surprised.
For who knew when, a faint, mournful suona melody had begun to sound in the tiny shop. It was occasionally accompanied by the clanging and beating of traditional Musical Instruments: gongs, leather drums, small cymbals, and clappers.
The suona was shrill.
The gongs were thunderous.
The clappers were piercing.
Yet after these sounds of different timbres and ranges intertwined, they instead formed a melody filled with a gentle, winding style. It made one's skin crawl, yet one could not help wanting to listen a while longer.
The blood flames had originally made similar strange sounds as they burned, like the wails of tortured souls, masking part of the melody. But as the tune grew louder and louder, the sounds of the burning blood flames could no longer conceal it.
Duke Milton was the first to notice.
He sat cross-legged atop the high counter, his head tilted, brows raised high, his face full of astonishment.
Although the young wizards standing around him were also curious about the strange tune, everyone knew this was not the time to investigate its source.
They should take advantage of the Vampire's distraction to increase their chances of escape.
The Ouroboros Hunting Team members hurriedly helped their captain ease his pain and treat his wounds. The three members guarding the rear of the You Zui Hunting Team each pulled out their trump-card talismans and protective charms. Meanwhile, with the help of the little sprites and the two witches, Zheng Qing hurriedly reloaded his talisman guns with talisman bullets made from Explosion Talismans.
As for Li Meng, she had been standing off to one side, hugging a kitten and staring blankly into space from beginning to end. That