Chapter 95: Come, I'll Sing for You

It was already past noon. In the desolate mountains and wild ridges near Heavenly Evil Peak, after the sun was at its peak, the sky turned strangely dark. This place really didn't have good scenery; it was all rugged rocks. Not to mention the lack of green mountains and clear waters, even though it was midsummer, the grass and trees were all withered and yellow.

The cypress trees near the cliff were twisted and knotted, and the trunks were full of scars and tumors, twisted like snakes.

The small crowns exposed bare tree branches.

Perhaps because wolf demons often haunted this place, there were no animals around, only the sound of old crows coming from afar with a trace of desolation...

Qian Chen sat cross-legged on a giant rock at the cave entrance, lazily basking in the sun. Although the sunlight shone directly on him, it couldn't take away that trace of faint chill. Before long, the bluestone was covered with a thin layer of frost.

At this time, the cypress trees on the cliff behind him began to stretch their branches. The pitch-black, twisted branches slowly twisted like snakes. They reached out toward Qian Chen under the cliff. On the cliff dozens of feet high, the withered vines and cliff cypresses slowly climbed along the cliff cracks toward him...

"Sha sha sha..."

The friction sound made by the rough cliff wall and the wood was very slight, but in such a quiet place, it absolutely couldn't escape a cultivator's ears. Qian Chen, however, still looked like he was unaware.

"Ge zhi zhi..."

The sound of wood twisting came from the cliff cypress that had climbed not far above Qian Chen's head. Two crows landed on it, staring at Qian Chen's back with blood-red eyes. They opened their mouths and howled twice, but revealed a mouthful of ferocious fangs... The withered vines wriggled like a group of snakes, winding into a ball, and thousands of black and yellow vines moved toward Qian Chen.

At this time, Qian Chen suddenly opened his throat with an 'ya' sound. He elongated his tone and suddenly sang in a theatrical style: "I am watching the mountain scenery from the city tower... listening to the chaos outside the city."

"The banners are fluttering and casting shadows in the air..."

Those countless vine tentacles seemed to be frightened and all twitched in unison, retreating a distance.

Qian Chen sang two sentences and couldn't help but cough violently. He covered his mouth with his sleeves. After coughing, he put down his white sleeves, and a plum blossom clearly bloomed on them, but it was covered in bloodstains. Qian Chen continued to sing with a panting breath: "So it turns out that Sima sent troops. I also sent people to inquire, and heard that Sima led troops to the west. First, Ma Su is incompetent and lacks talent, and second, the generals are not in harmony, which is why the street pavilion was lost... cough, cough, cough..."

While singing, Qian Chen even shook his sleeves and struck two poses from Peking Opera.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Qian Chen coughed blood incessantly, staining one plum blossom after another on his sleeves.

Those withered vines and dead branches were hesitant, and it was only after a while that they slowly touched him.

A crow landed beside Qian Chen. The silver boy seemed to have rusted. It raised its small face, and its face was covered with black silver rust. It walked step by step, like a robot that had rusted and hadn't been oiled, slowly coming to the side of the crow.

The crow stared at the silver boy with blood-red eyes.

The silver rust had blurred the silver boy's facial features. This faceless little silver person tilted its head and stared at the crow.

On the desolate and empty mountain wilderness, the theatrical singing was still singing: "... You have won three cities by luck, and you are greedy and want to take my West City... cough, cough, cough... I, Zhuge... cough... am waiting on the enemy tower, waiting for Si... Sima... to arrive here to talk, talk, talk..."

At this time, the withered vines and cliff cypresses finally touched Qian Chen's side. They wrapped around Qian Chen's shoulders like someone had stretched out five slender fingers. Qian Chen still didn't look back, singing there, and when the withered vines stretched toward Qian Chen's neck, Qian Chen's theatrical singing suddenly paused...

Then he continued to sing as if nothing had happened.

Qian Chen's black hair behind his head fluttered in the wind and suddenly fell onto those cypress branches and withered vines. The black hair suddenly twisted, and they slowly spread, intertwining with the withered vines...

Then slowly, slowly, Qian Chen's hair grew longer and longer, more and more, covering the withered vines on his body, and then spread along the vines toward the withered vines and tree branches on the cliff behind him.

Clusters of hair had already climbed to the cliff, spreading between the crevices, little by little winding around the wriggling cypress trees and withered vines, more and more...

With the tightening of the hair, the vines on the cliff also struggled, pulling the withered vines on Qian Chen's neck. At this time, Qian Chen's head suddenly fell off, rolled backward, faced the ground, and planted into the soil behind the rock.

But the singing still came from the empty neck, and because there was less obstruction, the resonance of the chest cavity was even greater.

Carrying an empty echo...

The crow flapped its wings, shook twice, and wanted to fly away. At this time, the silver boy suddenly revealed a mouthful of fangs and instantly pounced on it. Broken feathers and flesh and blood flew up. A ferocious and strange silver little person lay on the crow's corpse and tore at it, while the Ear Dao God walked down from Qian Chen's body with a blank face.

The bean-sized little person, like a withered soybean, radiated an ominous aura.

Sha sha sha...

A friction sound that felt weird and eerie grew louder and louder. The cliff wall was already covered with a layer of hair. They wriggled like a carpet, lifting the head on the ground. At this time, a scream came from the cliff. A pale, twisted body that looked like countless limbs pieced together—the torso became a trunk, the arms became branches, the fingers acted as leaves, like countless people twisted together and growing into a large tree—the demon screamed in terror...

The limbs on its body, from the pores of the arms, from the fingernails of the fingers, grew hair exactly the same as Qian Chen's.

Gradually, heads drilled out of the tree body along the traction of the hair.

The tree demon let out a chilling roar, like the screams of countless people facing despair. The heads on its body also screamed. The pupils of the eyes of those colorful heads had shrunk to the size of needle points. The tree demon was terrified to find that the heads on its body... were all the owners of those bodies twisted together on its torso.

In the demon lair hundreds of miles away, the large locust tree let out a heart-piercing scream.

A group of demons looked at it in surprise, but saw dense hair growing out of the branches and leaves, wrapping around the tree demon everywhere. At the ends of its roots and on its tree body, hair grew out like the aerial roots of a banyan tree.

A crow demon suddenly exploded into a pool of flesh and blood among them...

Causing those hair-like aerial roots to wriggle toward the flesh and blood.

The surrounding demons fled in terror!

"Ah ah ah ah ah..."

The strange tree man on the cliff suddenly split open! Those heads drove those twisted bodies and limbs, tearing the tree man apart, just like dozens of people twisted together into a twist, suddenly separated again. The tree man was neatly divided into dozens of parts... At this time, in the demon cave, the locust tree demon also split into dozens of parts. Each part was disheveled with hair, walking like a human.

In the entire demon cave, there was no sound. These demons all lost their voices.

Among a group of demons and ghosts, a thing that was even more of a demon and ghost was taking a walk... The scene was as weird as it could be.

At this time, the great demon with a tiger head among the demons finally made a move. The violent malevolent qi set off a black wind, instantly blowing the split limbs of the tree demon into wood chips, scattering them. The demons avoided the wood chips and hair like avoiding a plague. Some small demons who had hair fall on them screamed in terror, and then were grabbed and killed by the impatient tiger demon. The dead demons didn't have any mutations, but the tiger demon still had a solemn expression. It slowly opened its mouth and said: "Go report to the General quickly..."

The small demons acted immediately, but the terror and trembling in their eyes couldn't be hidden!

Qian Chen's body sitting on the rock slowly picked up the head on the ground and put it back on his neck. The head twisted a circle, as if confirming whether it was connected firmly.

Finally, Qian Chen's face was revealed, and his face carried a weird smile: "Playing weird with me... your creativity is not good!"

After saying this, the head suddenly fell off again, and a new head grew out, but it was another grinning Qian Chen.

He picked up his own head from the ground, tucked it into his sleeve, and turned it into a white-bone relic... During this time, Qian Chen hadn't been working in vain. At least he had suppressed the Nine-Child Heavenly Ghost and initially refined the evil ghost into the white-bone relic, able to slightly drive this evil object.

"Said one percent power, it is one percent power... Can't even block one percent of my power, if I use three percent power, wouldn't I be invincible in the world?"

"You should have entered the city by now, why are you hesitant and unable to advance or retreat, what is the reason? There are two qin boys on the left and right, I have no ambush and no soldiers. Don't let your imagination run wild..."

"Come, come, come."

"Please come up to the city tower and listen to me play the qin..."

Qian Chen hummed "Empty City Strategy" in his mouth, stretched his waist slightly, adjusted the cushion under his butt, leaned on the rock, and lay half-reclined, changing a posture.

The gold and silver boys beside him honestly fanned him and held the gourd, while the Ear Dao God stuck out its tongue, using Qian Chen's hair to cover its face to scare them, but was beaten back by the gold and silver boys together. The three little people waved their turtle fists and fought together, without any lethality.

The dead crow beside him was intact, as if it were sleeping. Everything that happened before was like an illusion. Qian Chen kicked it down with his foot, muttered two sentences, and leaned on the cushion behind him to doze off.

This was just the first test. He wanted to see how much patience the demon behind him had and how many times it could test!

"Honestly kill your way up, and then give it away, wouldn't that be it?"

"Playing what cautious flow... is this something you can play?"

Qian Chen sighed helplessly, I with one percent power, really want to be wild! ===== CHAPTER 96 =====