Chapter 379: Playing

Seeing this, Chen Hao directly drew the Soul-Devouring Sword in his hand.

"Do you want to have a fight with me?"

When saying this, Chen Hao revealed his Sovereign Realm Tier 4 aura.

In an instant.

Hong Bagong froze in place, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Sovereign... Sovereign Realm Tier 4!"

Gulp!

Gulp!

Hong Bagong swallowed his saliva.

His expression changed immediately, and he said to Chen Hao, "I’m sorry, please go ahead, please go ahead."

Hong Bagong secretly cursed his bad luck; he didn't expect to run into such a powerful guy.

After leaving Hong Bagong.

Ding, ding, ding!

Chen Hao and the others heard a sound of a pipa.

Not far away, there was a pavilion; beside the pavilion was a small stream, and on the stream was a small bridge.

It formed a scene of: small bridge, flowing water, and a home.

"Since the young master has come, why not come in and have a cup of wine?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao shook his head.

"Forget it, you and I are just passing acquaintances."

"As the saying goes, the friendship of a gentleman is as light as water, while the friendship of a petty person is as sweet as wine."

"Let’s have the friendship of a gentleman."

"Friendship of a gentleman? What kind of posture is that? This slave has only heard of Mingkun!"

"Mingkun?"

Chen Ziyan was a bit confused and couldn't help but repeat it.

She frowned slightly and said, "Forget it, we will continue our journey, and you continue to play your pipa here."

"What journey are you rushing on! This slave believes that feelings grow with time; why not stay and keep this slave company?"

"You must know, this slave is proficient in musical instruments; this blowing, pulling, playing, and singing, I am proficient in all of them!"

The woman became more and more lewd as she spoke; she actually pulled the collar of her shoulder down, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulder.

"Caichen, this slave is your Xiaoqian!"

"Have you forgotten our friendship of life and death?"

"Friendship of life and death?"

Chen Ziyan had already reacted by now.

Ning Caichen was a knight of the undead; this friendship of life and death... Chen Ziyan looked at Chen Hao and found that Chen Hao was completely calm, so she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have long heard that the owner of this tomb has four great guardians."

"Now it seems, the rumors are not false."

The Hong Bagong that Chen Hao met outside just now was the beggar among the four.

And this one who called herself Xiaoqian should be the prostitute.

"If I’m not mistaken, there are still two more, right?"

Seeing that they had been exposed by Chen Hao, Xiaoqian changed her expression.

"So what if there are?"

"It doesn't matter; I only have one request now, and that is for you to obediently clear a path."

"Clear it then!"

Xiaoqian, as if she had suffered some grievance, turned her head to the side.

Chen Hao and Chen Ziyan continued to walk forward.

On the road.

Chen Ziyan felt a bit inexplicable.

"Chen Hao, are these guys too easy to talk to?"

"Are they?"

"Shouldn't they be fighting us?"

"Haven't we already fought?"

"This..."

"The first trial tested eating, the second trial tested lust."

"Then what about the third trial?"

As soon as Chen Ziyan finished speaking.

A figure flew over.

It was a man holding double blades and wearing a black opera robe who flew over.

Seeing this, Chen Ziyan dodged quickly.

The moment she landed.

Another figure appeared.

That guy was wearing a white opera robe.

"Oh no!"

Chen Ziyan felt the danger.

Watching the person wearing the white opera robe, the blade in his hand was about to slash at Chen Ziyan.

A yellow cover protected Chen Ziyan.

Clang!

That person’s blade slashed onto the yellow cover, emitting the sound of metal colliding.

Chen Hao held the Soul-Devouring Sword and flew toward the black martial actor.

He said to Chen Ziyan, "I’ll deal with this black one; the white one is left to you."

Saying this, Chen Hao and the black martial actor began to fight.

His attack speed became faster and faster, and before long, he disarmed the opponent.

"Don't!"

Watching Chen Hao about to kill this black martial actor.

That white martial actor screamed.

"A woman?"

"Please, don't kill him!"

The white martial actor forced Chen Ziyan back and quickly arrived in front of the black martial actor.

She begged Chen Hao, "Please spare us."

Chen Hao looked at the two; these guys, looking at this appearance, if they weren't husband and wife, they were close to it.

"Then I’ll spare you."

Chen Hao took Chen Ziyan and continued to walk inside.

"Why didn't you kill them?"

Chen Ziyan voiced the doubt in her heart.

Chen Hao, however, said, "Have you heard of the 'Lower Nine Streams'?"

"Lower Nine Streams?"

"That’s right, they are exactly those people of the Lower Nine Streams."

"Hong Bagong is a beggar, Xiaoqian is a prostitute, and these two guys in front are actors."

"Then behind us..."

As soon as Chen Ziyan finished speaking, they saw the fourth wave of people.

"There won't be more behind, right?"

Chen Ziyan couldn't help but complain.

"No more!"

The one who answered Chen Ziyan was this last guy.

Chen Hao looked toward this person and found that he had long hair, wore linen clothes, and held a large megaphone in his hand.

"Congratulations, you have reached the fourth trial."

"Although there were elements of trickery in your previous trials, passing is passing."

"Since you’ve reached me, I won't make things difficult for you."

"You play a tune for me; as long as it sounds good, I will let you go."

When saying this, the long-haired man unleashed his strength.

"Sovereign Realm Tier 8?"

Chen Hao didn't expect that this servant of the saint would have such a badass guy.

But looking at the other party’s appearance, he seemed to be a blind man.

"Who will go first?"

The blind uncle said to Chen Hao and the others.

"I’ll go."

"You’ll go?"

Chen Ziyan looked at Chen Hao with skepticism.

"Can you do it?"

"So-so, I guess."

"How about I go instead."

Chen Ziyan said.

"Can you play the megaphone? Didn't you say before that you couldn't play..."

"I before..."

Chen Ziyan seemed to remember something, and her face turned red in a flash.

Chen Hao took the megaphone and cleaned the place where he would play.

Then he began to play.

"This is... 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'?"

The blind uncle was a bit excited; he didn't expect that someone would actually play such a piece of music.

As Chen Hao played, a group of birds really flew over not far away.