Chapter 1177 - Bewitched
Just as Chen Fan was pondering, a melodious sound reverberated.
At first, it resembled a widow’s tearful wail, low and hoarse. Yet, it struck directly at his heart.
He couldn’t help but feel a wave of sorrow; his eyes grew moist.
It was as if he’d witnessed some tragic scene, and his heart trembled. Despite knowing that it stemmed from the flute, he still could not control his heart.
The flute's sound was truly strange.
Chen Fan could sense its peculiarity: it seemed to bewitch the listener, dragging their mind into sorrow and despair.
“Hmph!” He suppressed the sorrow in his heart. Furrowing his brow, he guarded the clarity of his spirit.
Suddenly, the flute’s tone shifted. Now it sounded like ten thousand horses galloping across a bloody battlefield.
The very air grew thick with murderous intent, suffocating and oppressive.
Kill or be killed!
This life-or-death urgency surged through Chen Fan’s mind.
“Not good!” Chen Fan felt like his mind couldn’t hold on any longer.