Chapter 587 Singing
Even if the Feng family is willing to wait, they cannot afford to wait. Something has happened to Pandu. If this matter is not resolved as soon as possible, who knows whose turn it will be next time.
Furthermore, Jiang Cheng didn’t trust Luo He’s speculation very much. Even if he could solve this supernatural incident, Pandu might not be able to rescue him.
Taking a step back, even if he is rescued, who can guarantee that Pandu will be the same person when he wakes up.
Rather than something weird, it is resurrected through Pandu's body.
In a daze, Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered the previous recording, which was played by Luo He. It contained the long-lost voice like a tiger.
The tiger-like voice sounded extremely miserable. He was wailing in pain, begging something to give him his skin back.
There is no doubt that that thing is a ghost.
The group destroyed Na Ruhu and the others, and almost wiped out the Feng family.
Sadly, this ghost was actually released by the Feng family themselves.
But what everyone still can't figure out until now is how much the ghost hates the Feng family. As of now, the Feng family just sent him away.
There seems to be many unknown secrets hidden in this.
Looking back, they could just see the corner of Feng's house from where they stood. The light gray high wall stood there, as if two periods of time were separated.
Since ancient times, the stories that took place in the deep courtyard have always been shrouded in a sad and desolate tone. The former Song Dynasty copy was, and here, he had the same feeling again.
Staying in Feng Mansion, due to the presence of ghosts, the atmosphere was depressing and almost suffocating, so everyone tacitly chose not to go back, but walked aimlessly along the street.
Not long after arriving in this world, everyone has not fully adapted, and the atmosphere that is completely different from modern society has created a great sense of tear for them.
It actually gave them an illusion that was not very real.
Although the war was victorious, the eyes of passers-by were still more confused. The pain and shadow left by the cruel war will take time to slowly be smoothed away.
After walking for a while, this place is relatively not prosperous. There are sparse stalls on both sides, most of which are gray-haired old people, and some children who are wearing rough clothes and have gray faces.
There are traces of bullets left on the walls on both sides, as well as a lot of blackened wood and bricks. Farther away, there is a broken wall.
The flames of war have also burned this land, and what you see before you is a bloody history. This is more impactful than any documentary or transcript that claims to be completely realistic.
In front of the door of a building that had been bombed and almost only the shelves were left, a piece of cloth several feet square was spread. The cloth was dirty, as if it had been picked up from somewhere. It was almost impossible to tell that it had been there. color.
There are some small handicrafts and some woven dolls placed on the cloth. Several Oriental women are sitting around the cloth, and one is holding a child in her arms.
Perhaps due to hunger, the child kept crying, and all the woman could do was whisper comfort.
She didn’t have enough to eat herself, and how could she have the milk to feed her child.
The fat man who saw this scene with his own eyes paused, and then slowly shook his head.
“Think they are pitiful?” Jiang Cheng glanced at a few women, then turned to look at the fat man, his tone as calm as ever.
What surprised Jiang Cheng slightly was that the kind-hearted fat man shook his head in a rare move and said firmly: "No."
He was silent for a few seconds and continued: " I used to feel sorry for them, but who can pity us? They still have a chance here, and they still have a chance. They will live, but what about our brothers and sisters, those compatriots who were killed by them, who can pity them?"
"People must learn to pay the price for their actions, how can there be so many smiles? Gratitude, it is the greatest mercy that they are still alive.”
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and sighed, "What a pity."
"What a pity." The fat man turned his big head and looked at Jiang Cheng with a strange look on his face. He didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
He would not have thought that Jiang Cheng had originally planned to take this opportunity to educate him, but the fat man's answer made him unable to find fault, so he had to give up.
Just as they were leaving, a burst of singing came from behind. The singing was extremely sad, carried by the wind, with a touch of ethereal illusion.
Even if it is performed in another language, the sorrow of the singer can still be heard, but what makes everyone stop in their tracks, or even suddenly open their pupils, is another thing.
They recognized the singing.
No, it’s the tune of this song.
It is actually exactly the same as the music in the background of the tiger's painful wailing in the recording.
With only a few steamed buns, I easily heard the name of this song from several women - "Sakura Falls"
About this song, in their place There is also a background story, which is that if you do something that makes you regret, or hurt someone, then when the cherry blossoms are falling, you can make a straw man with your own hands, and then place the straw man under the cherry blossom tree. Down.
When the cherry blossoms fall after a rain and the straw man disappears, it means that the gods have accepted your request.
God will give you the opportunity to make up for the mistakes you have made, or to feel regret, of course, in a confusing dream.
As long as your heart is sincere enough, everything will become reality when you wake up from your dream.
The people you once loved will change their minds and start over with you. The wrong things you have done will be made up for. Even your dead relatives will reappear in front of you when you wake up, smiling. I greet you just like before.
But the woman also said that this god is not as friendly as he seems. Most of his requests to humans are based on the mentality of playing with the world.
If your performance in the dream does not satisfy him or even annoys him, then he will keep you in the dream forever.
Stay with him and atone for what you have done.
What's more, he will even put on your clothes and dress up exactly like you, and then live as you and confuse your relatives and friends.
After saying this, the woman seemed to feel that these things were difficult for the foreigners in front of her to understand.
At the same time, she was more worried that these people would think that she was spreading rumors and would turn against her and hurt herself. So she lowered her head dryly and added that these were just legends and should not be taken seriously.
It can probably only be regarded as some kind of expectation of people.
Regrets are regrets. Only those things that cannot be changed or made up for are considered regrets, and things like gods can only exist in myths and stories.
But the people in Jiangcheng obviously did not listen to this as a fairy tale, because they knew that, at least in some aspects, ghosts can also be regarded as a kind of gods. (End of this chapter)