Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 524: 7 Sounds of Shock

Lin Feng was very calm, which came from his confidence in his own skills.

He gently stroked the dagger at his waist with his right hand, his body motionless, his eyes observing every corner of the room in turn.

Pei Qiyin looked around and found nothing unusual. He turned around and signaled Lin Feng and others to cover their ears.

She casually took something out of her lapel and brought it to her lips.

A strange sound slowly sounded, and Lin Feng listened like a flute, a whistle, or a musical instrument called a xiao.

In short, the sound makes people feel itchy all over.

Pei Qiyin rolled his eyes and searched around while playing the flute.

Lin Feng felt annoyed after hearing this and took two steps back.

Cheng Liang and Wen Jian stepped into the room, stood in front of him with knives in hand, and looked around vigilantly.

However, they did not cover their ears, and in just a moment, they began to twist their bodies in an indescribable strange manner.

The strange sound continued to be output, making everyone in the room feel sad.

His body twisted involuntarily and he moved backwards.

Although Lin Feng and others covered their ears, they still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable all over. They gritted their teeth and endured it, looking around.

The sound lasted only a few breaths, and then a clang was heard.

The weapons in Cheng Liang and Wen Jian's hands fell to the ground.

The two men covered their ears with their hands in pain, but insisted on standing in front of Lin Feng and not retreating a single step.

Less than ten breaths later, everyone heard a shrill scream.

"Seven Sounds of Terror..."

Following a scream, a tiny figure flew out from a beam.

The shadow was very fast and rushed towards Lin Feng at an angle.

Before Lin Feng could take action, he felt a change in the sound in his ears, which was shrill and carried a stinging pain that seemed to tear his eardrums.

The black shadow in the air fell to the ground like a bird hit by an arrow.

The miserable sounds in the room suddenly stopped.

The black shadow falling to the floor was a thin old man dressed in black, his whole body was similar to that of a child of seven or eight years old.

At this time, the old man was twisting in pain on the ground, with blood coming out of all seven orifices on his black face, which was very terrifying.

Pei Qiyin walked slowly forward, came to the old man, and looked at him with his head down.

The old man struggled to stretch out his fingers. His nails were black, each more than three inches long, and he pointed at Pei Qiyin tremblingly.

"Qi...yin, you...how..."

Pei Qiyin didn't wait for him to finish speaking, stretched out a foot and stepped on the old man's chest.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, twisted his body twice, and fell silent.

Lin Feng rubbed his ears with his hands and frowned at Pei Qiyin.

"Amazing! This is the first time I've seen someone use sound as a weapon."

Pei Qiyin's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Shuo squatted down and looked at the old man who was lying silent on the ground.

"Who is this old man?"

"The traceless sect in the darkness, the soul-catcher."

Pei Qiyin replied softly.

Lin Feng suppressed the surging emotions in his chest and abdomen, which were stimulated by Pei Qiyin's voice.

He came to his desk and sat down, sighing.

"As expected, there are many talented people in the martial arts world, and we still haven't seen enough."

Cheng Liang and Wen Jian covered their chests and ran out of the house quickly.

Everyone in the room heard it, and after the two men ran out of the room, they couldn't help but vomit violently.

Pei Qiyin saw the old man lying on the ground, motionless for a long time, and let out a breath softly.

"There are four gates in the Darkness, and this No Trace Gate is one of them. They are filled with strange creatures who come and go without a trace, making them difficult to defend against."

Zhao Shuo finally suppressed the nausea in his chest and abdomen.

"Which sect are you from?"

When the old man appeared, he called out "Qiyin". He must have known Pei Qiyin.

Pei Qiyin shook his head: "I am not from this sect, and they only know my voice but not my true self."

Zhao Shuo nodded: "I wonder how much money Zhao Zheng spent to bring out these monsters and demons to cause trouble."

Lin Qiaomei snorted coldly, "Since you can't win fair and square, you resort to some crooked methods. You'll never achieve anything great."

As he spoke, he turned around and shouted outside the door.

"Someone, clean this place up."

Several guards ran in and carried the thin old man's body out.

The guards also brought buckets, rags and other tools and started cleaning the bloodstains on the ground.

Cheng Liang and Wen Jian also recovered and entered the house with pale faces.

The two glanced at Pei Qiyin, feeling a lingering fear.

At this time, a soldier ran in quickly and reported loudly.

"Report, General, there is a letter from the Kyoto Acropolis."

Cheng Liang hurried forward, took the letter from the soldier's hand, looked at it for a few seconds, and then turned around and handed it to Lin Feng.

Pei Qiyin stepped forward to stop him, glanced at the letter in Cheng Liang's hand, twitched her small nose a few times, then nodded and stepped back.

Lin Feng casually opened the envelope and frowned as he looked at the words written on the letter.

Zhao Shuo leaned over and saw that it was written: Lin Feng of the Zhenxi Army is ordered to defeat the enemy within five days and rush to Kuncheng in Kyoto.

The signature is the current Grand Tutor and Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards, Wan Quan.

"Brother, this Wan Quan is the current Grand Tutor, the Emperor's father-in-law, the Prince's teacher, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards."

Lin Qiaomei asked in confusion, "Why have I never heard this person speak before?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "This shows that you have great confidence in our Zhenxi Army."

Zhao Shuo also smiled: "Grand Tutor Wan has been leading the Imperial Guards to fight against Zhao Zheng's rebels. He is truly loyal to the Emperor."

He looked at Lin Feng's face.

"Brother, are you waiting for these reactions?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "Prince Fu Zhao Zheng started to play dirty tricks on me, while Wan Quan directly issued orders. Why is there no action from the court?"

Zhao Shuo scratched his head and said, "Yeah, why didn't my dad say anything?"

Lin Qiaomei pouted, "After all, we wiped out 50,000 to 60,000 or 70,000 rebels. Shouldn't the imperial court take a stand?"

"Yeah, this is a rare major victory in the years of fighting against the rebels. Even if we don't talk about promotions, we should at least reward the troops or something."

Zhao Shuo was also surprised by the emperor's silence. Even if the emperor didn't think about it, what about his father?

What about those ministers?

Were you all scared silly by the rebels?

And there is Wan Quan, as the Grand Tutor, his position is indeed much higher than Lin Feng.

But isn't it abrupt to give orders directly without saying a word of praise?

Lin Feng didn't quite understand the court procedures, so he just threw the letter in his hand onto the desk.

"Wait a little longer, let me meet those strange people first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Jiao rushed in.

"General, where did you get this reckless guy? Why is he so reckless?"

"What ruffian?"

Lin Feng asked doubtfully.

"Someone called Jushan, this guy has been unbeatable in the Heavy Armor Battalion. I told him to be gentle, but he always went too far and injured several people."

Chu Jiao gritted her teeth and said hatefully.

"You are his leader, so punishment is necessary, severe punishment."

Lin Feng smiled.

Chu Jiao looked unhappy: "But...but it's a martial arts competition, it's a serious exchange..."

"What do you mean?"

"General, I feel like I can't hold it back anymore."