The sound of the skeleton was like a rusted sword scraping across stone, echoing in layers around the stone house. The hair on the back of Ye Fan's neck stood on end as the sneak-attack sword qi from his fall in his past life suddenly surged in his memory—the rhythm in this voice bore a striking resemblance to the "Heavenly Dao Echoes" he had once heard in the void rifts during his previous life.
The arm he held in front of the group tightened slightly. The strings of the Jiuxiao Huanpei vibrated more urgently, and the notes of the "Battle Soul Tune" were almost on the verge of materializing.
"Be careful, Ye Lang!" Su Qingxue's jade flute had already left her lips, though the flute body still glowed with a faint green light—within that tentative tune of "Qing Shang Yin," she had secretly woven three parts of the aura of "Soul-Bewitching Fragrance," which was now spreading through the stone house along with the sound waves. The cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye trembled slightly from the tension, yet she still wore her habitual seductive smile. "This old bone certainly knows how to pick its moment to speak."
Chapter 367