After thinking about it, Fan Ning had no idea of ​​taking action, because even if the other party was the person he wanted to save, it was too late.

The powerful venom and sharp teeth of snakes have opened holes in the human body in countless places.

There were tiny snakes burrowing in and out of these people's heads, and their horrifying and twisted wails echoed endlessly in the hospital halls, but the result of the sound was just a few more snakes burrowing into their throats.

The two little girls huddled closely behind Fan Ning with pale faces.

The two hunter leaders from before looked at Fan Ning, but judging from their wide-open eye sockets, they were seeking death rather than survival. The next moment, their sharp tongues pierced their eyeballs from the inside out, and then

Black, white, red... all of them were pushed out by the snake from the empty black eye sockets.

"The bathing maiden who is obsessed with food and sex is an animal, the birds in the forest are animals, and the snakes in St. Agenzia's Hospital...are also animals?"

Fan Ning frowned and muttered to himself.

Along the way, he had a lot of inspiration about food, color, aroma, exotic rainforests and strange bird songs. Although the pace of the journey was too fast and he had not yet started writing, he had determined that the opening atmosphere of the third movement would be mysterious and melodious, and even had a hint of it.

"Fragrant" atmosphere.

But now he realizes again that for nature or the world, it only takes a blink of an eye or a measure of time to go from one extreme to another - this is something he had a vague understanding of in the second movement, but never realized.

Now that it is so clear, it is obvious that this will cause an essential shift in the development of the second part of his third movement.

The snakes underground were still boiling out, and after completely submerging the hunters, they rustled towards the stairwell where Fan Ning was standing.

"Run back to the second floor!" Luna hurriedly pulled the clothes of her teacher and sister.

"No, it's not possible upstairs..." An took a step up and then abruptly retracted her feet.

Where we just came all the way, scarlet snakes were spitting out from the cracks in the walls, especially from the cracked ceilings, where snakes fell like waterfalls, as if there was a huge release bag above.

The air was filled with a dangerous sweet smell. In less than five seconds, the leading edge of the snakes on the two floors jumped up the stairs, blocking the escape route of the three people who were halfway around the corner.

"Bang--bang--bang--" "Bang--bang--bang--"

Fan Ning's palms struck the wooden surface of the guitar, knocking out a strange rhythm of inverted and misplaced heavy beats and light beats, and began to use his fingernails to scratch out the syncopated intro fill pattern.

The squirming speed of the snakes in front slowed down. They seemed to be affected by this strange rhythm, and their original instinct to bite the body or create wounds was blocked.

"——Da da da da da da da" "—— Da da da da da da da"

On this basis, Fan Ning used the B string, which symbolizes "yan", as the main body of spiritual oscillation, and played a very infectious and exciting dance melody, interspersed with warm and dense cadenzas.

In the meantime.

Argentinian composer Piazzolla's "Libre Tango"!

The snakes raised their heads.

"Hiss, hiss..." The scarlet letter was still spitting out.

As the major and minor keys alternately change, rapid and changeable harmonic accents appear repeatedly, and the fixed strength and weakness patterns in the music bars are completely broken, creating a strange sense of urgency and appeal.

All the snake heads began to sway in unison with the rhythm!

Teacher, he... Luna and An looked at all this with their mouths open.

"Cover your ears a little." Fan Ning reminded gently.

Invisible spiritual storms are constantly rippling away from "Illyrian" in Fan Ning's arms. Overly fanatical "freedom" means "chaos" or "chaos", but this kind of passion is also the most efficient way to make other passions surrender.

Way.

As the melodies with seemingly similar sound patterns are repeated and advanced, the texture gradually becomes denser, the range gradually expands, and the brilliance of dazzling skills gradually becomes airtight...

The mood of the tango dance gradually became high, and the purple-red snakes danced crazily! The eagles

Under endless exhaustion, their tongues stopped spitting, and the purple-red scales on the snake's body swelled exaggeratedly, revealing the cracks between the strips, and a gray-white mud-like turbid light seeped out of them.

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In the outro, Fan Ning scratched out a sharp downward line with her fingernails.

"Keng!!" The lower part of the palm touches the strings and immediately draws them away.

The dance of the snakes came to an abrupt end.

The turbid light in the cracks in the scales burst out completely, and then extinguished like ashes in the next moment.

Various parts of the snake's body began to wither and harden, exploding into wisps of dust, leaving only small, twisted hard residues on the ground.

Fan Ning put his guitar behind him and calmly walked down the steps. Luna and An quickly followed with their hands covering their ears.

Their faces were still flushed with discomfort, and their heartbeats had not recovered from the disorder. This was because Fan Ning consciously protected the oscillation of these two spiritual connections, and reminded them to cover their ears in the later part of the music.

Fan Ning kicked away the dry and hard remains of the snake corpse with his feet, and squatted in front of two highly decomposed human corpses, frowning and thinking about something.

The two little girls stood apart from each other, not daring to look at each other. They could only keep staring at the light-colored almond leaves and pomegranate patterns of "Illyrian" on his back.

Fan Ning still felt very uncomfortable, with a headache and a turbulent stomach, as if he had never recovered from motion sickness.

But he seemed to have been thinking hard about something. He pondered for a while, then stood up and looked at the scattered limbs next to him.

The appearance of the corpses was undoubtedly horrific. The head alone was covered in mucus and was filled with dense honeycomb-like cavities.

"Three...five...six, seven, eight, nine..." He clearly counted the number of hunters for the first time.

Nine corpses.

Fan Ning counted again.

In other words, two leaders and seven subordinates?

The fingertips of his right hand lightly brushed over the purple D string, then he raised his left arm and quickly wiped out some spiritual residue textures on the clothes:
Chapter completed!