Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Zheng—"

That single note from the piano seemed to drip a drop of ice water into everyone's heart.

The hustle and bustle of the entire White Wolf Village instantly fell silent.

Everyone on the stockade wall was stunned.

The arrogance, mockery, and contempt on their faces were all frozen in place, as if they had been acupunctured, their expressions comical and laughable.

"This...this is the sound of a zither?"

The barbarian who was about to urinate in front of Lin Mo had forgotten to pull up his pants and was just standing there dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

That sound...

That's fucking good...

Not only him, but all the barbarians on the wall, including Helian Nu, were completely dumbfounded.

The sounds they had ever heard in their lives were either the wind, the howl of wolves, or the sound of a knife cutting into flesh.

Where have I ever heard of such a thing?

Ethereal and melodious, like snowmelt from a mountain peak, dripping into a clear stream, clean and without a trace of impurity.

The sound penetrated their ears, involuntarily calming their volatile souls, which were filled with alcohol and killing.

The atmosphere suddenly became very strange.

The barbarians who were just shouting for war looked at each other, and they all saw two words in each other's eyes.

I was completely bewildered.

"Zheng—Congcong—"

The music continued.

Lin Mo's slender fingers danced across the strings, and notes flowed out, converging into a beautiful melody they had never heard before.

The melody sometimes resembled a gentle breeze sweeping across the grassland, and sometimes it was like moonlight bathing the hillsides.

The barbarians in the village were all dumbfounded.

Some put down their wine glasses, while others stopped hurling insults and profanities.

Some even closed their eyes, their faces showing a dazed, blissful expression.

Even Helian Nu felt that the raging fire in his heart had been extinguished inexplicably, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe.

He felt completely relaxed, and even... a little sleepy.

not right...

This music...it's strange!

Helian bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain instantly brought him back to his senses.

He looked at his men, who were all swaying and staggering like they were drunk, their faces full of intoxication, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

witchcraft!

This is fucking sorcery!

"Wake up, you all!"

Helian roared in fury.

But his voice sounded so pale and weak amidst the melodious piano music.

Nobody paid any attention to him.

Everyone was completely absorbed in the beautiful music, unable to tear themselves away.

Helian Nu was completely panicked.

He was about to give the order to open the gates and rush out to kill people, regardless of the consequences.

But just then...

"Clang!!!"

The music suddenly changed!

No longer the ethereal and melodious tune of before, but a jarringly harsh change in tone, which rang out without warning!

But his subordinates, their faces filled with ecstasy, remained oblivious, still lost in their fantasies.

The music grew faster and faster, more and more urgent.

It's no longer slow and melodious.

Instead, it became like countless sharp knives rubbing together frantically, filled with a chilling aura!

The music penetrated the village walls without hindrance, spreading like an all-pervasive plague throughout the entire White Wolf Village.

In the village, a barbarian man who was drinking heavily from a wine jar suddenly froze.

"Hiccup... This wine... why is it bitter?"

The person next to him slapped him on the back of the head, cursing.

"Are you fucking drunk? This is top-quality baijiu!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

Why has the campfire in front of me turned into a ghastly green will-o'-the-wisp?

In the firelight, countless wronged souls, missing limbs and broken arms, were reaching out their hands and crawling toward him!

"ah--!!"

Suddenly, a barbarian let out a scream without warning. He pointed to an empty corner, terrified and wetting himself in fear.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

"Zhang the Butcher! Don't come any closer!"

"I didn't mistreat your wife when you died! Don't, don't come looking for me!!"

The music kept penetrating everyone's ears, like dominoes falling one after another.

A barbarian suddenly started kowtowing frantically to the ground, laughing foolishly as he did so.

"Gold! Hahaha! Gold is everywhere!"

"I'm rich! It's all mine! Nobody can take it from me!"

As he spoke, he frantically stuffed pebbles from the ground into his clothes.

He even grabbed a handful of pebbles mixed with mud and stuffed them into his mouth, causing his mouth to bleed, but he still laughed happily.

One of them, who was boasting to his companion with his arm around his shoulder one second, suddenly pulled out a curved knife, his eyes bloodshot, and stabbed it viciously into his companion's lower back.

"You son of a bitch! You dare steal my wife! I'll kill you!"

The burly man who had been stabbed stared in disbelief at the bloody blade protruding from his navel, his face filled with bewilderment. He died without ever understanding why.

In an instant, the entire White Wolf Village was thrown into chaos.

Screams, hysterical laughter, angry curses, and the clash of weapons mingled together.

Some people saw their dead enemies coming to claim their lives, and they were so frightened that they rolled on the ground in terror.

Seeing the abundance of gold, silver, and beautiful women, and witnessing their grotesque behavior, someone pulled down their pants in public and fawned over a whole roasted lamb.

Many more people treated their comrades as irreconcilable enemies, drawing their swords and turning on each other, resulting in bloodshed on the spot.

This is the true power of Heavenly Sound.

Calming?

Hallucinations?

No, the piece Lin Mo played today is called "Chaotic Soul".

The main focus is on mental pollution and the collective decline in intelligence.

Those with stronger willpower, although not completely trapped in the illusion.

But upon waking from the illusion, he felt dizzy and had a splitting headache.

"What the hell kind of sorcery is this?!"

On the stockade wall, Helian Nu looked at his men in complete chaos, both shocked and furious.

He was horrified to discover that the eerie music was rapidly eroding the ferocity his men were most proud of, turning them into irrational madness.

If they keep going like this, they'll all die from infighting before anyone even gets a chance to attack!

"Oh shit!"

Helian angrily kicked away a drunkard who was clinging to his leg and yelling "Mother," and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Tugh! Get the hell over here!"

A leader of similarly burly stature, but with clearer eyes, staggered up to him, his face pale.

"Chief...Chief...I'm dizzy..."

"Fuck your mother!"

Helian slapped him hard across the face, making him spin halfway around and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Take fifty elite swordsmen and charge out of here immediately!"

"At all costs, chop that pretty boy who plays the piano into mincemeat!!"

"yes!"

After being slapped, Tug finally regained some of his senses.

He received the order and immediately selected fifty swordsmen who could still barely stand from the chaotic crowd.

"Squeak—"

The heavy gate of the stockade was suddenly pulled open.

Tuge took the lead, wielding a gleaming crescent-shaped blade, and led fifty fierce-looking swordsmen, like wolves unleashed from their cages, rushing straight towards Lin Mo who was not far away.

"Pretty boy, prepare to die! Your grandpa Tug's sword has been itching for a fight for a long time!"

As Tug charged, he roared deafeningly, trying to overwhelm the eerie music with his imposing presence.

However, Lin Mo didn't even lift an eyelid when faced with the deadly charge of fifty men.

He continued playing the piano leisurely, as if the people rushing towards him were not a group of assassins, but a group of silly roe deer in a hurry to be reborn.

Just as Tuge was about to rush in front of Lin Mo.

Swish!

A fiery red afterimage flashed out from the dark alley and stood firmly in front of Lin Mo.