Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1607 - 1604: Unfathomable and Bizarre

Zhuo Wenjun was captivatingly beautiful and skilled in music, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song – a talented woman of the highest order. This talented woman wrote a letter to Sima Xiangru, accompanying it with a poem:

"White as the snow on mountains, bright as the moon between clouds. I hear you have two hearts, thus I come to break this off."

"Today we drink together, tomorrow by the river’s head. Walking along beside the river, the waters flow east and west."

"So desolate and so bleak, there’s no need to weep at weddings. Wishing for a loyal person, to not part until our hair turns white."

"The bamboo pole is so slender, the fish’s tail so swift. For a man to value camaraderie, what use is money for?"

A talented woman of her time, Zhuo Wenjun neither wallowed in self-pity nor was a shrew; she wrote a poem-letter to Sima Xiangru.

Sima Xiangru, after reading the poem-letter, was impressed by his wife’s talent and recalled their past affection, feeling deeply ashamed. From then on, he gave up the idea of taking a concubine, brought Zhuo Wenjun home, and they respected each other as equals until old age.

"Feng Qiu Huang" was originally performed by men, expressing admiration for women, but now played by Xiao Manxuan, the woman’s performance felt perfectly fitting.

The guqin melody was sometimes bright, sometimes melodious, sometimes passionate, sometimes lingering and tender. The notes danced in the air, reaching everyone’s ears as if they saw a woman applying yellow flower powder before a mirror, drawing her eyebrows, putting on makeup, with eyes misty and affection deep.

They also saw a woman standing by the window, gazing southeast, lovesickness gradually entangling, a piece of "Feng Qiu Huang." It was as if a woman’s heart of longing, passionate feeling, as firm as rock, holding hands to grow old together.

While playing the guqin, one should be wholly immersed, but Xiao Manxuan turned her head to glance at Lin Tian, that glance as if it melted into the endless guqin melody, like Zhuo Wenjun looking back at Sima Xiangru, with unending affection and intent.

Seeing her clear eyes, his heart trembled, time seemed to freeze at that moment, Lin Tian knew that this backward glance had etched itself into the deepest corner of his soul, never to be forgotten.

Beside him, Yang Lin looked at Xiao Manxuan, then at Lin Tian, showing a meaningful smile, with a trace of regret in her eyes, the reason for which only she knew.

Xiao Manxuan looked shy, like a budding flower, Lin Tian hadn’t had enough of looking when she turned back, slightly bowed her head, lightly plucking the strings, the melody continued.

The audience was entranced by the music, many even closed their eyes, as if entering an illusion within the sound of the guqin. Lin Tian turned to look at Yang Lin, who had been rather awake before, now also closed her eyes along with the growing melody, seemingly intoxicated, as if lost in a dream.

At this time, Bitong emerged from the dressing room, drawn out by the music, her expression changed from shock to disbelief, and finally, like others, she listened with closed eyes.

Dang, the little girl is too exaggerated, she seemed to have mesmerized the entire audience, Lin Tian silently marveled, the scene before his eyes was too incredible, with even a trace of strangeness.

But then, why am I the only one awake? Lin Tian looked around, very curious, very puzzled, was this a case where everyone is drunk, while I remain sober?

Flutter, flutter...

A faint sound echoed above the hall, like the flap of a bird’s wings. Lin Tian looked up, just in time to see a bird flying in through the upper window, landing on the lighting rig.

Can birds appreciate music too? Lin Tian wondered. As the thought arose, several more birds flew in, and then like a rush, birds continued to enter through the window.

Sparrows, white doves, black mynas with patches of black on their heads, and some birds that Lin Tian couldn’t name gathered on the windowsill and the rig, their numbers unknown.

Once the birds entered the hall, they stood quietly, neither circling nor chirping. A bird roughly the size of a fist, with vibrant colored feathers, settled on one end of the guqin table, as if intently listening, full of spirit.

As the audience was entranced in the music, they did not notice the birds perching above them, but Lin Tian saw everything clearly.

This... this... what is going on? Lin Tian’s mind filled with question marks, completely bewildered by the scene before him.

"Master, I detected an energy fluctuation?" The Sword Spirit suddenly said, but its tone was puzzled, unusually refraining from calling itself "this King," showing its shock.

Lin Tian slightly frowned, mentally communicating, "There either is or isn’t, what exactly did you sense?"

"That guqin, and Xiao Manxuan, even the surrounding space. The fluctuation is very slight, and the frequency is very strange, never heard or seen before," the Sword Spirit replied hesitantly, filled with amazement.

"Never mind, in crucial moments, one has to rely on oneself." Lin Tian understood that while the Sword Spirit was amazing, its capabilities had limits.

With a slight flicker in his eyes, Lin Tian activated his super vision. Since his abilities had improved, so had his super vision, now able to see even more hidden and microscopic details.

His vision covered the entire stage, then focused on Xiao Manxuan and the guqin, especially on Xiao Manxuan – ensuring the foreign energy within her did not cause trouble.

What he saw made Lin Tian jump in shock. With the Ice Soul’s balance, the foreign energy within Xiao Manxuan was normally calm, but now it showed slight unrest.

And this unrest was triggered by the guqin, for the guqin was also emitting unusual energy fluctuations. With each stroke of the zither, a wave was released with the notes.

In the super vision, the guqin and Xiao Manxuan became two energy centers. As the energy ripples spread, they collided and merged to form an even larger ripple, dispersing in all directions.

The energy ripple passed through the audience, through the walls, extending deeper and farther – so far it exceeded Lin Tian’s super vision range!

Lin Tian couldn’t determine how far it spread, it was too incredible, even beyond his understanding. But he knew one thing: everyone here, humans and birds, was affected by the energy ripple.

As for why he himself wasn’t affected, Lin Tian could only guess it was because of his status as a zombie, having a stronger resistance.

All these changes were caused by the guqin – what was its true origin? This question lingered in Lin Tian’s mind. He recalled the day the Second Miss obtained the guqin and performed a song at the tower top, the music drawing in the "unwelcome guests" below.

Bear in mind, those below were either ninjas, vampires, or ancient martial artists – if the music could attract them and temporarily halt their fighting, then how extraordinary was its power?

Even more amazing was that within the belly of the guqin, the Purple Flame Sword was hidden. At the time, Lin Tian paid it no mind, but with what had happened, the guqin suddenly became shrouded in an aura of mystery and eeriness in his eyes.