There is no day and night above the foggy sea, only the white white that is unknown whether it is dusk or dawn.

There is no light source that can be used as a guide.

However, the bone ship with the skull cleft was moving straight in one direction.

At this moment, the white bones and bone birds manipulated by the black arms and cleft skull were parked at the edge of the bone ship, as if under martial law.

However, if you look closely, you will find that they have no movements, only the bone birds appear more agile.

In fact, the "corpse poet" needs to control corpses with his own perception.

The bone birds made by the "Dead Bird" have already achieved the ability to move close to the level of the living dead.

The deceased also needs rest

After the power is consumed, quiet sleep can accelerate recovery.

The black wrist and the cleft skull are resting.

The person responsible for the warning is the bone bird made of the skull and the black arms.

Yao Yan did not rest. As a "corpse poet", he controlled the skeletons of the living dead who had been obtained before, walked to the edge of the hull, and squatted or sat in this way.

And he himself quietly watched the bones released by himself as bait.

There was nothing else above the windless sea of ​​fog.

And not far away, Black Arm stood there, looked at him, and picked up the skeleton instrument that he asked for the skull to be made.

Yao Yan was silent, quietly like a statue made of shadows.

And his strange silence made Black Arm turn his gaze to him again.

“Do you know how to music?”

"Music?" Yao Yan glanced at him.

"Yes." This black arm would not have any special reaction when he did not talk about his life.

Looking at Yao Yan, he whispered:

"The 'vocals' are vague, but it is also something that we 'corpse poets' can use."

"No matter which ocean the dead are, they rely on the 'vocal voice' to distinguish the direction."

"This sea, this world of death, vision is not that important."

He lifted the bone product that looked like some kind of blowing instrument and swayed slightly in the air:

"We have no flesh and blood, no way to play musical instruments, and we cannot really make a sound. We can only rely on the soul in our bodies to stir our hearts through the flames of our souls and convey the meaning we want."

The air of unknown component, which passes through the walls of bone products, brings a faint strange sound.

"The scavenger fights directly with his body, and the living dead are the same. The mutes on the gray sea will be more sensitive to their hearts."

"If an ordinary corpse poet does not have guidance, he may only use the fire of his soul to stir his heart and make the bones resonate with him."

“But, we can do more.”

He took off his mask, then slightly raised his bone-making instrument, and under Yao Yan's gaze, he inserted the long tube bone into his skull cavity.

Then, the black arm removes the bones.

Yao Yan could feel that the black arm became weaker, but, relative to that, flames ignited within the bone-made instrument.

This instrument seemed to have come alive.

"The Corpse Poet is not suitable for fighting with others."

He turned his head and looked at Yao Yan:

"Who do you think is better, music or language?"

When Yao Yan heard this question, he thought about it.

He didn't know much about sound, he only had some simple understanding—

In the long-term evolution process, sound is the way to convey information.

In addition to hormones and hormones, signals such as emergency situations, enemies, crises, courtships, etc., are often used as initiation signals through sounds.

In this way, the sound signal will activate the reflexes in the brainstem area and cause feedback from the biological body.

There may be an impact on balance, and the brainstem itself is the intersection pathway connected to the cerebellum and other areas of the brain.

The cerebellum that affects the balance of the body, and the medulla pons that affects cardiovascular movement, breathing, swallowing and other physiological activities...

Through sound, a person's various organs can be affected.

The so-called "sense of presence" is not only light and shadow, but also has a profound connection with ambient sounds and other aspects.

Compared with language with clearer meaning, people basically rely on "experience" to vague judgments for voices that do not contain definite information and are difficult to accurately analyze.

The "tongue" of language is broadly also part of music.

Without these specific judgment mechanisms of the brain...

For example, a skeleton without a brain should not be able to "feel music".

Moreover, because the language has a specific reference table, the meaning may be different in different ethnic groups.

Music, these "arts" formed by using the brain's basic architecture of sound signals, can convey generally close emotions even for users of different languages.

But...that was just for the world in Yao Yan's lifetime.

These worlds constructed based on the subjective consciousness, subconsciousness and experience of the formation have been decoupled from these "laws".

After thinking about it, he simply replied:

“The language is clearer and the music is blurry.”

"It's very shallow, very layman's answer."

There seemed to be a little sneer in the voice of Black Arm:

"The language is narrow, and music can connect all living beings and dead."

No, different types of creatures have different judgments. For one creature, the sound of a certain natural enemy will arouse alertness, but for another creature, it will be different.

This idea is just a subjective consciousness of human beings.

Even among humans, there are many people who like different types of music.

In addition to aesthetic training, the reaction and judgment mechanism in the body is also a big factor.

But... in this world, you are right.

Yao Yan did not respond.

Black arm raised his hand:

"Through the flames of the soul, even the living dead, even the undead, will be affected."

"A funeral song that can be used to attack others' voices."

"The elegy that can be used to strengthen the voice of the heart."

"A resurrection poem that can be used to repair the voice of the heart..."

His emotions seemed a little high:

"We 'corpse poets' are the dead who are most favored by the god of death in this sea!"

"We can use this force to fight against any enemy without companions."

Um?

Yao Yan looked at him, but still didn't respond:

"Do you want to teach me these three kinds of songs that use my heart?"

"Teaching you? Why do I teach you?"

Black arm suddenly smiled, and aside from the opening of his eyes, a sound came from the pure white bone face with no other facial features:

"Ignorance fool."

With a sneer, the black arm moved and left his sight.

Yao Yan just watched him disappear in front of him quietly, his eyes did not stop on the other party, nor did he mean to chase him out and ask.
Chapter completed!