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Chapter 893 Sad Song

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    After Yan Wanxi and Xing Zhimo finished asking questions, they went to their respective rooms without staying any longer.

    As the night progressed, a woman's singing came from the originally silent backyard.

    That singing is very nice.

    However, there is a sense of sadness hidden in this tune, which makes people feel a little sad involuntarily.

    At this time, Yan Wanxi, who was meditating in the room, also heard the singing.

    She stood up, opened the door and was about to go out.

    I saw Xing Zhimo's door opposite opened. He walked out, looked at her and asked, "Did you find anything?"

    "Well, you didn't hear?" Yan Wanxi looked at him and asked.

    Xing Zhimo frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anything."

    Yan Wanxi looked at him again, but the sound in her ears became more and more obvious.

    Faintly, she also heard the sound of the door opening, which came from the direction of Cen Ziheng's room.

    The two looked at each other and headed towards Cen Ziheng's house in tacit understanding.

    When Yan Wanxi and Yan Wanxi arrived, they saw Cen Ziheng standing at the door, his face full of tears.

    He was actually crying unconsciously.

    "What's wrong with him?" Xing Zhimo couldn't help but ask when he saw Cen Ziheng's appearance.

    "She must have been affected by the singing." Yan Wanxi said solemnly, "You wait here, I will go up and take a look."

    "I'll go too," Xing Zhimo said.

    "You wait here, I'm afraid you will be affected too." Yan Wanxi stared at him and said seriously.

    "I didn't hear the singing." Xing Zhimo also said seriously, then took her hand and said, "Let's go."

    Yan Wanxi didn¡¯t say anything else.

    However, the moment he held her in his arms, she discovered that the singing voice lingering in her ears was magically gone!

    She lowered her head and looked at the hands they were holding, and saw that the Buddhist beads on his wrist were glowing faintly.

    Yan Wanxi looked at Xing Zhimo and smiled.

    The two of them had already arrived at Cen Ziheng's side at this time. Seeing that he kept crying, Xing Zhimo frowned and said, "Is that singing ugly?"

    Yan Wanxi, who was staring at the other side of the yard, suddenly laughed when she heard this and said, "If someone hears this, you will probably be beaten."

    Xing Zhimo: ""

    "You try to pat him with your hand." Yan Wanxi said.

    Although Xing Zhimo was a little suspicious, he still did as she said and reached out to pat Cen Ziheng on the shoulder.

    He raised his head, looked at them, and asked in confusion: "Master, why are you here"

    Before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel the coldness on his face. When he reached out and touched it, it was filled with tears.

    "I, what's wrong with me? Why are you crying here?" Cen Ziheng looked at the two people in front of him and asked in confusion.

    Yan Wanxi glanced at him and did not answer his question. She just asked, "Don't you remember what happened just now?"

    "I" He seemed to think for a while before saying: "I seemed to have fallen asleep just now, and then I dreamed about a woman singing"

    Speaking of this, his face suddenly turned pale. He looked at Yan Wanxi with some horror and said, "Master, is that thing here again!?"

    Yan Wanxi nodded and said, "That thing is indeed here, but I'm curious as to why you can hear that singing."

    Based on the situation just now, she and Cen Ziheng were the only two people in the courtyard who heard the singing, and no one else could hear it.

    " However, she is a cultivator and does not wear a string of Buddhist beads on her hand like Xing Zhimo, so she cannot hear the sound.

    But why can Cen Ziheng, an ordinary person, hear the singing?

    This made Yan Wanxi a little confused.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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