Chapter 307: The Lost Song Family Technique, The Combined Divination (1/2)

”I have another question,” I said. “How does the person with the Yin object survive the music?”

”It’s very simple,” replied Zhang Jiulin. “The Yin object won’t let him die.”

“It won’t let him die?” I echoed in bewilderment.

”The Yin object is merely a thing to you,” he began. “But in fact, every Yin object has its own will and needs. You probably won’t believe what I say and you’re thinking–how can an object have needs? For example, when a lethal weapon evolves into a Yin object, its demand is to kill, and the more people it kills, the deadlier it becomes. This is the case with the Heartbroken Xun. It doesn't care who’s wielding it for revenge. It’s only satisfied when it kills. But as an instrument, it can only play its role when someone uses it.”

The more we spoke, the more absurd I found his words. Had he spoken about this yesterday, I might have waved it off as nonsense.

We were standing outside the villa, talking, when Xiaotao ran over and shouted, ”Song Yang, something’s happened to Officer Xun!”

A chill swept across Zhang Jiulin’s face as he immediately phoned Pockmark Li. As it turned out, half an hour ago, the three of them were in the hotel when they heard the murderous tune. Officer Xun committed suicide while Pockmark Li and Officer Luo suffered a devastating blow.

We rushed to the hotel. Upon arrival, we saw the body of a waiter on a car parked at the entrance, the impact severely deforming the car.

Without a moment’s delay, we made our way to the sixth floor where the two men were waiting. Zhang Jiulin suddenly stopped me halfway, took out a talisman and threw it in mid-air. The talisman disintegrated to ashes before he nodded, ”We can go now!”

I glanced at him, confusion written all over my face. Was that a magic performance?

When we arrived in Pockmark Li's room, I found that the TV screen, lights and all the glass in the room had shattered into pieces. Officer Luo rushed out of the room, bleeding all over from the head, painting a terrible picture. He grabbed my hand and cried, ”You’re here, Consultant Song. Lao Xun…” He wept uncontrollably, ”Lao Xun didn't make it!”

Only when I walked into the room did I find Officer Xun kneeling by the wall. He had committed suicide by ramming his head into the wall so plasma and brain matter were splattered all over. The strength with which he exerted to slam his head was so hard he managed to break the frontal bone.

Zhang Jiulin scanned the room and asked, ”Where’s Pockmark Li?”

”I'm here!” A hand stretched out from the other side of the bed. Pockmark Li had hidden himself. Though bleeding from his seven orifices, his wounds were mild in comparison.

“Zhang-xiaoge,” wailed Pockmark Li as he hugged Zhang Jiulin, refusing to let go. “The job’s too risky! I want to go back to Wuhan and no one can stop me!”

According to Pockmark Li, the three were playing cards in the room when a shrill tune drifted out of nowhere. Pockmark Li immediately instructed them to recite the Tao Te Ching and spread his Ying Yang Umbrella to defend themselves. Unfortunately, the demonic music was too strong. In an instant, all the glass in the room shattered and the three were left bleeding from their orifices. They felt as if the bones in their bodies were about to break and their vision became distorted.

Officer Xun was the first to lose control and committed suicide in an instant. Officer Luo was just about to jump out of the window when Pockmark Li held onto him, using his body to hinder his movement. They endured the music, resisting it one second at a time until the music ended. After enduring the deadly tune, the two were soon overcome with dizziness and passed out together.

I glanced around the room and saw a strange umbrella.

Xiaotao and I exchanged a look of fear. ”If we don't deal with this thing, it will no longer just be a tune capable of causing suicide...” Zhang Jiulin paused and turned to us. ”It will become strong enough to directly kill!”

Zhang Jiulin left us with those words and walked out of the room with his Ghost-Slaying Daggers in hand.

We escorted Officer Luo to the ambulance while Pockmark Li insisted he was perfectly fine and refused to go to the hospital. Still, I thought it prudent Pockmark Li at least undergo a check-up, to which he agreed.

We examined the surroundings and found that the attack had also affected a couple next door and a waiter who all jumped to their deaths. It was because onlookers downstairs had called the police that alerted Xiaotao to the situation. Fortunately, we came in time before anything happened to Officer Xun.

We were lucky it wasn’t a holiday so the hotel wasn’t fully occupied and the number of casualties remained low.