Chapter 26 Section VIII

In the bright light, Seimei and Boya sat in front of Fujiko and waited. There seems to be a slight wind blowing outside, and occasionally the sound of the door vibrating slightly can be heard. "Is it really all right?" Fujiko asked in a low voice while sitting upright.His voice became a little hoarse due to the dry mouth and tongue from being too nervous. "As long as you are strong-willed, ma'am, leave the rest to me and Boya." Qingming replied gently, uncharacteristically. The three fell into silence again, listening to the wind outside the door. Then, Boya said softly, "Come here, Qingming..."

Soon, a flute sounded in the distance.At first it was only faint, then gradually clear, and gradually approaching. "Come on..." Qingming urged Fujiko to stand up. Seimei took Fujiko's hand and walked to the latticed window together.Boya followed behind the two. The three of them waited quietly in front of the lattice window, and the sound of the flute became louder and louder. Boya had already held Ye Er with both hands, and was calmly adjusting his breathing. The sound of the flute is getting closer. Seimei slightly opened the latticed window.Peering through the gap, you can see the bright scenery bathed in the moonlight.

Outside the low wall, a figure appeared. It's a man.He was wearing a round-necked public official uniform and a black hat on his head. The man was playing the flute and approached gradually. When he came to the low wall, the man suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Bo Ya." Listening to Qingming's call, Boya raised Ye Er to his lips, and played the flute steadily. Ye Er, leaning on Boya's lips, let out an indescribable flute sound, slipping into the night air.The sound of the flute seems to be able to purify the soul and the body so that it is almost transparent. As soon as the sound of Boya's flute was heard outside, the man stepped out again, crossed the low wall, and stood in front of the gate.

Both the man and Boya played the flute wholeheartedly.Boya harmonizes with the man's flute, and the man harmonizes with Boya's flute. Soon, the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute became still, as if melting into the atmosphere of spring and disappearing. "Fujiko, Fujiko..." There is a call from outside. Like a spider's silk coming in through a crack in the door, the tiny voice was dying. "Help me open the door..." Seimei urged Fujiko with his eyes, and Fujiko opened the door with trembling hands. As soon as the door was opened, a strong earthy smell rushed over, accompanied by the smell of spring green fields.

"The door is finally opened..." Yitong said. Yitong's exhalation was mixed with a rancid smell that made one want to turn his face away. His face was pale, and the official clothes on his body were smoking everywhere. The moonlight shining down from the sky made Yitong seem to be drenched, and his whole body glowed blue. Yitong seemed to turn a blind eye to Seimei and Boya beside Fujiko and didn't care. "Fujiko, since you're so depressed, I'll come back and stay by your side." Yitong's voice was gentle and considerate. Fujiko burst into tears, and whispered back: "You can't stay here..." Fujiko broke down in tears, "Enough, enough. My dear, I'm sorry for calling you out. You can go back to your paradise. "

"You don't need me anymore?" Yitong asked sadly. No! No! Fujiko shook her head left and right in denial, then nodded in affirmation and said, "Yes, you can go back..." Yitong looked at Fujiko weeping, then looked at Seimei as if asking for help, and then at Boya. Yitong found the flute in Boya's hand and said, "So it's you..." Boya choked up and nodded. "The sound of the flute is so nice..." After finishing speaking, Yitong's facial features began to lose shape. The color of the skin changes and slowly dissolves, revealing the eyeballs, pale cheekbones and teeth.

ah... ah... Yitong opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. Just like that, Yitong collapsed on the spot. Under the moonlight on the ground, lay a rotting corpse that had been buried in the soil for more than half a year. Yitong, who had turned into bones, held a flute tightly in his hand. A petal of the cherry blossom that had lifted the spell was falling there. The woman began to sob softly, and then the sobbing turned into a low, muffled wail.