Chapter 796 The strange sound of the piano

Deep in the Xiangfei bamboo forest, there was a man struggling desperately. When Luo Xiaofeng rushed over, the man had not yet died. The man covered his throat with one hand and pointed at the distance with the other hand.

Lao Ming! The person who was struggling dyingly was Lao Ming who had just left! Lao Ming was a dead soldier under the command of the immortal Happy Valley. It was a mystery to come to Xiangfei Bamboo Forest in Fengjiazhuang. Lao Ming's martial arts skills were very powerful, but he didn't expect to be killed.

Who was the murderer who hurt Lao Ming? Luo Xiaofeng looked in the direction of Lao Ming's fingers and saw nothing else except tall and tall green bamboos. After the murderer committed the murder, he had already escaped.

Luo Xiaofeng bent down and said with concern: "Mr. Lao, who was the one who attacked him?"

Lao Ming couldn't speak, his terrifying face was distorted. His forehead and face were covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans. Blood was sprayed out from his fingers and wet the ground. The wound was the vital part of his throat. He had not yet died, which was already a miracle.

Luo Xiaofeng could not ask any more. He knew Lao Ming’s pain now. When a person was about to die, his words were kind! Unfortunately, Lao Ming could no longer speak. The murderer’s secret will become an unsolvable mystery again with Lao Ming’s death!

Luo Xiaofeng could not say anything or do nothing. He could only watch Lao Ming die slowly in front of him. This feeling could make people collapse. Although Luo Xiaofeng and Lao Ming were not familiar with each other and had no friendship, the indescribable pain and helplessness were real. The rabbit died and the fox was sad, let alone the human being?

Luo Xiaofeng frowned. He knew that Lao Ming would not support him for long.

Lao Ming's hand covering his throat suddenly moved away, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Luo Xiaofeng's pupils tightened, and he had seen the fatal wound in Lao Ming's throat. The wound was narrow and thin, exactly the same as the fatal wounds of Boss Tu in Fengjiazhuang and Dadao Xiaochou who died in the red lacquer coffin of Xiangfei's bamboo forest. Obviously, Dadao Xiaochou, Dadao Xiaochou, and Lao Ming's murderer, were the same person!

As soon as Lao Ming moved his hand away, blood gushed out from the wound in his throat. Lao Ming grabbed the weeds with both hands, moved his facial features and rushed up, and another beast-like roar came out of his throat: "Okay..."

Luo Xiaofeng vaguely heard the word "good" clearly! Why did Laoming say this before he died? Is it okay if he was killed? Laoming fell on the grass, and his eyes were still wide open. Laoming was originally a dead soldier under the command of the eldest son Tong, the immortal Happy Valley. He had already left his life and death aside. But today, he died with his eyes closed!

Luo Xiaofeng sighed a long time, and he stretched out his hand and slowly closed Lao Ming's eyelids. There was no trace of fighting in the place where Lao Ming died. Who was killed while Lao Ming was unprepared? Is the murderer the mysterious woman singing in the Xiangfei bamboo forest? If so, which woman would have such superb methods in the world? Luo Xiaofeng really couldn't think of it. If the murderer was a woman, then that woman would definitely be ten times stronger than Bai Fengqiang! Luo Xiaofeng broke two green bamboos and gently covered Lao Ming's body.

The bamboo forest was deep, and Luo Xiaofeng was walking along the direction Lao Ming had just pointed.

Maybe there is a murder trap before, and once he walks out, he will most likely not be able to come back!

In this murderous bamboo forest of Xiangfei, there may be a hole in his throat at any time. Luo Xiaofeng is not afraid of death, but he will never be willing to die in this Xiangfei bamboo forest like Lao Ming. Is the direction of Lao Ming's finger just now the direction of the murderer's escape?

Luo Xiaofeng had walked three or five miles along the weeds. Wherever he went, there were tall and straight green bamboos. Xiangfei bamboo forest, called bamboo forest, actually, pine and cypress accounted for the vast majority. But here, except for the tall and straight green bamboo, there was not even a single pine and cypress tree. The weeds here were also very shallow and had no ankle.

Luo Xiaofeng stopped beside a sleeping stone. The sleeping stone was like an old ox lying on the ground. Less than fifty steps away from the sleeping stone, dozens of bamboo houses were built. Although the houses were small, they were all in all. They had doors and windows, and the eaves and corners were unique, and even the chimneys of the stove were even there. In front of each small bamboo house, there was a small fence surrounded by bamboo pieces. The fence had a door, and the door was woven with bamboo branches. In the fence courtyard, flowers were planted and grass was planted. The flowers were strange flowers, and the grass was alien grass. The flowers were colorful and fragrant. Dozens of small bamboo houses were built according to the changes in the terrain. Dozens of small bamboo houses were all the same style, and they looked no different.

In the small bamboo hut, a sudden "clang" sounded the piano strings. Immediately afterwards, the beautiful and ethereal piano sound was like a thin sweet spring on Qianren Mountain, among the mountains, nine turns and eighteen turns. The piano is a good piano. The piano player is probably a master of the music giant Guanjie!

Luo Xiaofeng walked over to the piano. The ethereal and beautiful piano sound suddenly attracted Luo Xiaofeng. He forgot his fatigue and hunger. He was intoxicated by an unprecedented pleasure deep in his heart. Luo Xiaofeng had a sword in his hand, a very ordinary sword. No matter how ordinary the sword was, there was a powerful deterrent force in Luo Xiaofeng's hands. But now, Luo Xiaofeng suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was redundant. He even regretted bringing the sword! This feeling was unprecedented, but it was fierce and unstoppable!

The cold sweat on Luo Xiaofeng's forehead had already oozed out.

The sound of the piano suddenly broke, and with the sound of the door, a Taoist with a tall crown and wide belt walked out. The Taoist had long eyebrows, thin eyes, straight nose and square mouth, and white and clean skin easily reminded people of the snow on the top of Wanren Mountain. The white robe, white shoes and socks, white whisks, and beard on his mouth were also white. The white robe Taoist Shi Shi walked over, as if a god descended to earth. The white robe Taoist was carrying a guqin behind him. What is amazing is that the guqin on his back was also white. Did the heavenly sound just now come from the hands of this white robe Taoist?

The Taoist in the white robe was already bowing and bowing: "The hero is full of dust and hungry, why don't he talk to me in a humble house?" Although he bowed and bowed, his words were very direct, without any pedantic and shabby.

Luo Xiaofeng stood without moving. His eyes were staring at the face of the white-robed Taoist. He seemed to have not heard what the white-robed Taoist said just now.

The Taoist in the white robe inserted the white whisk in his hand and reached out to take off the strange white guqin from behind. The Taoist in the white robe held the guqin in his hand and suddenly sat cross-legged. There was no place to sit here, so he sat on the cold and wet grass. He gently placed the white guqin on his legs, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently stroked the strings.
Chapter completed!