Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 14 The Battle of Xiao and Drum
There are twelve levels of Wangchuan’s Heaven of Love, and Jinghuan’s Cloud Steps are the deepest.

Bone Flute - Fan's forlorn, delicate body lies prone, her delicate head resting lightly on Lame Xiao's shoulder. Her red lips part, revealing a chilling prophecy: "In a dream, I dreamed... of my own death."

She giggled, feeling the fleeting stiffness of Bo Xiao's body. This reaction only made her feel more delighted. With a flick of her finger, she tugged Bo Xiao into the curtains. In an instant, Bo Xiao's clothes shredded like fluttering butterflies, their naked bodies facing each other. However, Bo Xiao's expression remained as calm as a still pond, as if the sight before him was nothing more than a skeleton, and it was hard for him to feel the slightest bit of emotion.

"Xiao Le'er, come and guess." Fan Qiliang drew circles on Bo Xiao's chest with her jade fingers. The touch of her fingertips was vague, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake. Bo Xiao just listened with an expressionless face.

"Guess who took my life in my dream." Fan Qiliang said softly.

A figure instantly appeared in Bo Xiao's mind, but he still spoke in his usual indifferent tone: "With Master's ability, I really can't think of anyone who can threaten Master. Moreover, it was just a dream...it means nothing."

Calm, even indifferent, just like he usually is.

"Heh... what a sharp-tongued little Le'er." Fan smiled sadly, his fingertips already sliding towards Bo Xiao's lower abdomen. "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. The person who killed me in the dream was none other than He Changling."

Upon hearing this, Lame Xiao lowered his head and said, "It's my incompetence."

"Hey, I told you that day that this matter has nothing to do with you." Fan Qiliang stroked Bo Xiao's cheek and said, "Neither Linghu Shenyi nor the Pi Gushi are opponents you can handle. It was actually wise for you to evacuate in time."

"I haven't been able to find the whereabouts of the bell that allowed the drummer to restore his original appearance..."

"The Jianghu is so vast, what can we find out in just two days?"

Looking at the pretty face so close, Fan Qiliang opened her red lips slightly and uttered a sweet orchid, "How can I bear to blame my little Le'er for such a small matter?"

Seeing this, the deaf-mute attendant and maidservant at the side tactfully lowered the curtains on the soft couch. Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly heated, a burst of drums and a cry of killing, accompanied by thunder in the nine heavens, angered the twelve levels of the heaven of love.

"Bone Xiao, prepare to die!"

When the drum sounded for the first time, the wind and clouds shook. The twelve-layer illusion array of love was hit by the deafening drum sound and immediately collapsed. The deaf and dumb people raised by Fan Qiliang in the lowest layers as slaves and maids were turned into a ball of blood mist under the sound of the drum, and no bones were left.

"Yes, He Changling."

Upon hearing the sound, Lame Xiao was about to leave to fight the enemy, but he never expected that someone was faster than him. After a gust of fragrant wind blew by, Fan Qiliang had already changed into a gorgeous red robe, like a burning flame, particularly eye-catching.

"Master...let Bo Xiao go and fight the enemy."

"The drum sounds extraordinary. It seems He Changling has a special talent." Fan Qiliang flipped his palm and took possession of the Jinghuan Xiao. "Xiao Le'er, don't be nervous. Wait for me to come back. It's been a while since I've seen my Xiao Ling'er. Hahahaha."

In a few breaths, Fan Qiliang had arrived at the twelfth entrance to the Heaven of Love. Red and white ribbons were wrapped around his flute, and he let the wind sound through the flute, making a whimpering and sad sound.

Looking at the white-robed figure standing on a giant drum not far away, Fan Quliang's heart moved, and the scene in his dream flooded into his mind, but he smiled charmingly: "He Changling, this face, I really miss it for a long time."

"Fan Desolate!"

Despite his handsome appearance, the drummer's eyes were filled with hatred and murder. He gave up love and set foot on the twelfth level of the Heaven of Love again, just to fight against his greatest enemy in his life and to get rid of his love and hatred!

With a step of his foot, the thunder sound rang out again. Seeing the extraordinary drum under the opponent's feet, Fan Qiliang had a smile on his face, but he did not dare to be careless. He played the twelve rhythms of Jinghuan's famous flute, and the sound of the mournful wind wailed in response.

The famous drummers and flutes meet again for the first time, each showing off their skills. The drummer is determined to kill the enemy, while Fan Qiliang is determined to defeat the enemy. With their full skills, invisible sound waves shake the whole area.

However, their foundations were similar, their attainments were close, and in the battle of bone flutes, the divine drum finally took the lead.

"Ugh..." A delicate cry emanated from the billowing dust, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Fan Qiliang retreated over ten steps, his silk ribbon shattered, his bone flute in his hands. He looked at the drummer with eyes filled with shock. "Fan Qiliang, your flute's sound is broken. What's wrong? Are you afraid?" The drummer stood atop the Zhentian Drum, glaring at Fan Qiliang with a tone of mockery.

The scene before him overlapped with the one in his dream. Fan Qiliang was terrified, but he refused to give in. He chuckled and retorted, "Your drumming is even worse. Is it because of my love that you can't bear to do it?"

"Your love is unforgettable in He Changling's heart!"

"Ha, then let it sink."

The scene in the dream emerged, and Fan Qiliang was frightened, so he played the flute again, determined to strike first. The sad melody was sent out with his inner strength, and every sound was soul-stirring.

The drummer leaped up into the air, without any unnecessary movements, and just used all his strength to strike out his true energy, landing heavily on the Heaven-shaking Drum. Suddenly, thunder rose in broad daylight, and loud thunder echoed in the clear sky!

The soft music faced the sound of the thunder dragon. In just a moment, scarlet blood flowed from Fan Qiliang's mouth again, and his internal force backfired. Cracks appeared on Jinghuan's famous flute. Fan Qiliang was unwilling to lose, and he used all his strength to fight back, but the sound of drums was even stronger, and the sound was powerful. The dragon's roar resounded through the world, and Jinghuan's famous flute suddenly broke into pieces. Fan Qiliang saw blood on all four holes, and the sound of the flute stopped. The winner was decided.

"what!"

The sound of the flute stopped, and the winner was decided. Fan Qiliang never expected that the scene in her dream would become reality in an instant. She heard that the human-skin stone drum and the mythical beast skin drum had been destroyed in the martial arts battles. She knew the ability of the drum maker very well, so she never took it lightly. But she never expected... the change would be so fast.

"Fan Qiliang, hahahaha." Seeing the miserable scene of his mortal enemy, the drummer laughed wildly, "Are you afraid? Next, you will pay the price for your actions, hahahahaha!"

Just when the drummer was about to fly over to capture Fan Qiliang, he heard the sound of a flute. The wailing and sad sound of the flute carried the murderous power of thunder and lightning, and hit the drummer directly.

"Hmm? You're overestimating yourself!"

The drummer flipped his palm and pushed, and the palm force turned into a flute sound, forcing the person out in an instant.

"Bo Xiao!" Fan Qiliang was shocked when he saw that it was Bo Xiao. Bo Xiao's expression never changed. He just waved the Ziwu Xiao in his hand and swept Fan Qiliang away from the battlefield.

"Master, let's go!"

After saying these three words, Bo Xiao did not hesitate, and used all his energy to perform a fatal move.

"Gong Sheng Lei Sha!"

"Unbelievable!"

Seeing someone disrupting the situation, the drummer was furious and struck the Heaven-shaking Drum with all his strength. The sound of the Dragon Roaring Drum instantly drowned out the sound of the Ziwu Xiao. Just like those servants and maids, in just a moment, Lame Xiao turned into a ball of blood mist, and both he and the Xiao disappeared from the world.

"Ok?"

However, when the drummer dealt with Lame Xiao and looked around again, Fan Qiliang had disappeared.

"Fan Qiliang, you can't escape!"

The drum beats again, and the twelve layers of the Heaven of Love collapse. I am filled with murderous intent and anger. Today, I will never allow my mortal enemy to escape!
Fan Qiliang, die!
When love is severed, sins begin to arise.

This drumbeat of revenge that sweeps across the world of love and sin will eventually end with the most tragic finale amidst the heartbreaking sound.

(End of this chapter)