One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

Chapter 275: Borrowing a Soul
In the empty Colosseum, the scorching sun poured down unhindered, shining on everyone's faces and reflecting expressions full of expectation and curiosity.

"There has never been a fight between humans and animals in the Colosseum before. I thought it was interesting enough that the Zhao family could arrange such a show, but I didn't expect it to be even more interesting."

"It must be a statement to be the finale."

"But isn't it a bit disrespectful to us to just give us a flute?"

Zhao Kai stood in the crowd, his brows tightly knitted into a "川" shape.

"I really don't know how this guy got so lucky. Not only did he escape from my hands, but he even managed to pull out a flute from the Colosseum!"

"Forget it. Even if you escape today, you can't escape the fifteenth day. One day, I will defeat you with my own hands, and I will make you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!" Zhao Kai stared at Chu Hao in the center of the field, his eyes burning with jealousy, and the feeling of injustice in his heart surged like a raging tide.

"Why did Chu Hao summon that flute? Even if the Xiangxi Lament played by the flute is amazing, so what? The most he will end up bleeding from all seven orifices and die, which is not that painful at all."

Zhao Kai muttered softly, his tone full of disdain and jealousy, as if in his eyes, Chu Hao was not worthy of such an adventure at all.

Chu Tingting stood aside, her expression out of tune with the exciting atmosphere around her.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes showing deep worry, her hands were clasped nervously in front of her, and the wind blew her hair, causing it to tremble slightly.

Her lips opened and closed gently, and her voice was as quiet as the fluttering of mosquito wings: "This flute is definitely not a good one, and its origin is unknown..."

Chu Tingting tried hard to search for relevant memories in her mind, but she had never heard of any Xiangxi elegy.

If we have to name it, it is the corpse-carrying in western Hunan during the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

As for corpse-carrying in Xiangxi, she never had much memory of it. She grew up in the Central Plains and knew very little about the area of ​​Xiangxi.

And there seems to be no record of the Chu family in this regard.

As for her ancestor, Chu Yang, he was standing in front of Chu Tingting at this moment, but Chu Tingting was completely unaware.

Chu Yang was somewhat surprised.

I didn’t expect that something like this could appear in the Zhao family!

As the saying goes, a little-known thing is better than an unknown thing, so Chu Yang’s face was not only not surprised, but also a little excited and happy. He actually encountered something he had never dealt with before. This was a good opportunity to learn!

"I have lived two lives, but I have never seen such a strange thing. In my previous life, when I traveled to Xiangxi, I heard that there were corpse drivers in Xiangxi, and they would use flutes to drive corpses."

“But I had never heard of this Xiangxi elegy in my previous life. Who would have thought that in this life, I would be reincarnated as Chu Hao, and encounter this mysterious Xiangxi ancient method in my first battle in front of the public.”

Chu Hao stood in the center of the venue, like a pine tree.

Faced with the impending unknown danger, his eyes were firm and he showed no fear.

He took a deep breath and stared at the flute in front of him for a few more seconds.

Time was running out and he had no time to think, so he made a quick decision and took the lead in attacking.

I saw him dancing his hands quickly, his ten fingers interlaced and changed flexibly, forming strange seals, and muttering to himself with a low and powerful voice, as if he was awakening the dormant ancient power.

As he moved, the originally clear and cloudless sky suddenly changed color, and large patches of dark clouds quickly gathered from all directions, like a surging black wave, instantly covering the entire sky above the martial arts field.

The clouds rolled and surged, making dull sounds, as if it were the roar of an ancient behemoth in its sleep.

"Look, what is that!" A short alien with a shrill voice suddenly screamed in the crowd. His voice became sharp and piercing because of excitement, like a whistle piercing the night sky.

As the scream sounded like that of a monkey on Mount Emei, more and more people looked towards the sky to see the strange sight.

"Oh my God, it's thunder from the sky! Chu Hao can actually summon thunder from the sky!" Another voice sounded immediately, full of shock and disbelief.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and for a moment, everyone was so shocked by the scene before them that they were speechless.

I saw a thick bolt of lightning, like a giant golden dragon, roaring down from the depths of the rolling dark clouds, carrying with it a majestic momentum to destroy the world.

This bolt of lightning shone with dazzling golden light all over. Countless fine electric currents flashed wildly on its surface, making crackling sounds, as if countless angry bees were flapping their wings.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be instantly ignited by the high temperature and distorted, like a mirror distorted by the heat wave, making people's vision blurred.

The strange people around were shocked by this powerful force and retreated involuntarily, with fear written all over their faces. Some even felt their legs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground.

"This kid has such abilities at such a young age!" A middle-aged stranger with a thick beard exclaimed in astonishment.

His eyes were as big as bells, his mouth was slightly open, and the expression on his face seemed to say that he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

After all, everyone knows that the town middle school does not keep idle people, but even the most powerful young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Kai, and the most powerful goddess Tingting, no longer have the ability to summon heavenly thunder by their own strength.

Even if Zhao Kai could summon heavenly thunder, that was only relying on a part of the power of welfare. Although Chu Tingting could summon the power of thunder and lightning, it was not this kind of heavenly thunder.

"It's just good luck. The power of the thunder that can be summoned must be pitifully small." A woman with a mean face immediately retorted.

She curled her lips, a look of disdain on her face, her tone as if she knew everything, and Chu Hao's performance was just a little trick not worth mentioning.

And she is Yang Zhihui's sister.

She is also a daughter of the Yang family, but because her sister is one year older than her, she can now legitimately stay with Master Zhao. However, she can only wait until next year to enter a regular middle school.

It seems like only a one-year difference, but if my sister Yang Zhihui really takes down Master Zhao during this period of time, I will have no way out in the future!
"You can't say that," a burly man with a loud voice said loudly. His voice was like a bell, especially loud in the crowd.

"Even if the power of this thunderbolt is small, it should be more than enough to break a wooden flute. No matter how hard the wood is, can it be harder than the thunderbolt?"

"That's right. I think that flute is vulnerable. Now it's going to be a good show." A young stranger echoed, with an excited smile on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of the flute being struck into pieces by thunder.

Everyone was arguing heatedly, with all the voices interweaving together, as if it were a lively debate.

Just as everyone was arguing, the thunder with endless power struck the flute floating in the air.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst out like the sun, and the powerful impact force spread rapidly in a circular shape around the flute.

The dust on the ground was lifted high by this powerful force, forming a huge dust fog, like a small bomb exploding on the martial arts field. The dust fog quickly spread, covering the entire battlefield, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

"Did it succeed? This battle won't end so hastily, right? It's really boring."

"He will definitely smash the flute into pieces. He didn't even think about the fact that what he just attracted was a golden thunderbolt!"

In the dust and fog, people's speculations arose one after another, and everyone stretched their necks, trying to see clearly what was going on inside through the dense dust.

However, when the dust and fog gradually dissipated, the scene that everyone saw made them so shocked that they could not close their mouths, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The flute was actually floating in the same place intact, like a proud king, quietly overlooking everything around it, as if the powerful thunder just now was just a gentle breeze that did not cause any harm to it.

"How can this be?!!"

“Even if Chu Hao’s thunderbolt is not powerful enough, it shouldn’t be so powerful that it can’t even break a piece of wood. Even a thousand-year-old tree would have cracked after being hit by such a blow.”

"Does this flute have some special defensive magic?"

There were exclamations from the crowd one after another, and everyone's face was filled with disbelief.

They stared at the flute with wide eyes, as if they were wondering if there was something wrong with their eyes.

The flute was quiet for a moment, like a cunning hunter observing the reaction of its prey, and seemed to be really angered by the attack just now.

Suddenly, a strange and manic melody came from the flute.

When the piece of music begins, it's just a low and suppressed whimper, as if it's the wailing of wronged souls coming from the deepest part of hell. The sound is so low that it makes people's hearts seem to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and each beat becomes extremely difficult.

Then, the tone suddenly rose and became sharp and piercing, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing everyone's eardrums at the same time, making people want to cover their ears.

The rhythm of the music is chaotic and rapid, with no regular pattern at all, as if countless wronged souls are struggling and roaring frantically in the darkness, trying to break free from their shackles and regain their freedom.

As the music started, some aliens with low abilities immediately covered their ears in pain.

Their faces were distorted, and their facial features were squeezed together in pain, like beads that had broken off the string.

One of the young aliens suddenly turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless. His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered as if he was shivering in the cold wind.

Then, he let out a "wow" sound and vomited a large pool of filth, which splashed onto the ground, emitting a disgusting smell.

"I can't take it anymore, this sound is so terrible!" he shouted in pain, his voice became hoarse because of pain and fear, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

The other alien knelt directly on the ground, grabbing his hair desperately with both hands. His scalp was scratched red, and even a few strands of hair were pulled out.

He was vomiting non-stop, with yellow bile flowing out from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin onto the ground.

His body was twitching, and each twitch was as if it was being torn apart by an invisible force, which made people feel heartbroken.

Soon, something even more horrifying happened. A skinny alien began to vomit out his internal organs.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, his mouth was wide open and he let out an inarticulate scream. The sound seemed to come from another world and was creepy.

His body fell limply to the ground, and the strange people around him retreated in horror, their faces full of fear and shock, as if they had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

"What kind of witchcraft is this!"

"It's so scary! This song is simply a curse from the devil!"

The crowd shouted in fear and moved away from the aliens who were struggling in pain, as if they were carrying a deadly plague.

However, for those with strong inner strength, although they can feel the weirdness and power of the music, they can still barely hold on.

Chu Hao stood there, his face calm, his eyes firmly staring at the flute, unmoved.

His breathing was steady, as if all the chaos and fear around him had nothing to do with him. He was like a towering mountain, standing there quietly, regardless of the wind and rain, and always standing firm.

"Chu Hao is actually fine!"

Zhao Kai on the side was also shocked. Even he could not stand the second tune of the flute. He even had to take the Renqi Yangrong Pills given by his father before, in order to slightly suppress the chaotic Qi flow in his body.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have vomited all his internal organs and died suddenly because of the chaotic Qi flow in his body!
Those horrific scenes just now were not because those people were possessed by evil spirits, but because the flow of Qi in their bodies was disrupted.

But Chu Hao didn't move at all, which made Zhao Kai even more angry.

“How could he possibly handle this weird music?” The people nearby were also surprised that Chu Hao’s skills were not like those of a teenager.

Before everyone's surprise had subsided, the next scene left them stunned with shock.

The flute continued to play the same Xiangxi elegy, but this time, the rhythm was getting faster and faster, like a runaway train, rushing towards an unknown abyss.

Soon, the song entered its climax.

Following the rhythm of the flute, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred wildly by an invisible force.

The originally clear sky now became gray and dull, as if covered by a thick layer of haze.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently, and black mist rose from the ground like a black python, covering the entire venue.

In the fog, you can vaguely see some blurry figures moving slowly.

"what is that?"

"It looks like... fragments of a corpse!!"

"This is a resurrection of the dead!" the burly man just now shouted in horror. His voice became sharp because of fear, and it sounded particularly harsh in the chaos.

(End of this chapter)