193: Suspected music decision

Chapter 192: Suspected Music Skill

Scanning the entire courtyard, there were no fewer than seventy or eighty people.

Under a long wooden veranda, it was crowded with Contaminants, each possessing a powerful aura. They sat there upright, with mysterious smiles on their faces.

They didn't care about Yuan Chen and his large group entering; they didn't even open their eyes.

Asan whispered a few words into Yuan Chen's ear; Yuan Chen nodded, silently beaming with joy.

There were no seats left inside, so they could only sit at the entrance of the courtyard, closing their eyes to listen to the melodious sounds.

Xu Jingzhe followed the sound and looked over, pausing in surprise. He actually saw the 'Bronze Chimes' from the books hanging under the veranda—high and low, large and small, totaling one hundred and eight in all.

They moved with the wind, colliding with each other and emitting sounds of different frequencies.

Could this heal injuries?

A huge question mark appeared in Xu Jingzhe's mind!

If you don't understand something, ask the system.

"Big Boss."

System: "Ding, I'm here."

"Can this thing really heal injuries?"

System: "Ding, in my system's records, there is indeed such a claim."

"The earliest guqin to appear among humans, which is the five-stringed qin, was used to treat illnesses. The five strings corresponded to your five viscera."

"Later, a brilliant musical genius added a 'King Wen string' to the five-stringed qin, turning it into six strings, and these six strings then corresponded to the six bowels."

"Different sound vibration frequencies can be used to nourish the body."

Xu Jingzhe's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Does that mean if I stay here for a few more days, I can repair my cracked pollution core?"

System: "Ding, keep dreaming. Aside from devouring bacteria, there is no other way to fix a cracked pollution core. However, I can sense that these one hundred and eight chimes are extraordinary; they might hide some mysteries, so staying here for a few days will be quite good for your body."

Although Xu Jingzhe was disappointed, for him, the most important thing right now was to repair his cracked pollution core.

But since the system had said that these one hundred and eight chimes were extraordinary, there was no harm in sitting down to listen to the music.

Everyone was carefully recuperating, and no one noticed the addition of Xu Jingzhe.

He sat behind Yuan Chen's group, took a few deep breaths to calm his mood, pricked up his ears, and listened to the melodious sounds emitted by the chimes as the wind blew.

Gradually, Xu Jingzhe felt the cells in his body become active, with energy automatically flowing through his limbs and bones. It felt tingly and numb, as if a high-level technician was giving him a massage—it was indescribably refreshing, and he almost groaned out of comfort.

This sitting lasted for an hour, and he could barely feel the passage of time.

The melodious music faded away, and the Contaminators in the courtyard opened their eyes one by one, but they didn't get up, choosing instead to savor the lingering effect.

A moment later, one of the Contaminators sitting under the veranda stood up, holding an instrument, and said, "According to the instrument's projection, no wind will pass through here to move the chimes for the next three hours. Everyone is free to move about."

Once this was said, many of the Contaminators sitting in the courtyard stood up. Some left the courtyard, some chatted, and some took the initiative to make friends; the atmosphere was exceptionally friendly.

This left Xu Jingzhe stunned for a long time; if one didn't know better, one would think it was a friendly social gathering.

Over ninety percent of the Contaminators in the Pollution Zone had violent personalities; if they disagreed, they would fight to the death. Moreover, since pollution cores could be used to trade for supplies with the Chemical Zone, Contaminators without an 'organization' treated everyone like a thief, terrified of being killed by others who would take their pollution core to trade for goods.

Here, for the first time, Xu Jingzhe felt 'peace' among Contaminators.

The special music truly helped these Contaminators eliminate the ferocity within them, allowing them to maintain their sanity and suppress their desire to kill.

Xu Jingzhe stood alone to the side, looking deeply at these bronze chimes under the veranda.

Suddenly.

His eyelids twitched as he recalled the Music Skill mentioned by Tang Ruyi.

However, the Six Decisions were too hard to find, and being able to find even one was a massive blessing, so at the time, Tang Ruyi hadn't said much, just glossed over it in a few sentences.

Music Skill, a sacred art for healing.

As long as one still had a breath of life, one could rapidly recover from injuries—it was terrifying.

It left the recovery ability of werewolves in the dust by at least eight hundred streets.

Looking at the current situation, this was very likely the Music Skill, and even if it wasn't the Music Skill, it was related to it.

Xu Jingzhe's just-calmed mood became agitated again. The Six Decisions! He had just obtained the Ritual Arts not long ago, and now he had actually encountered the Music Skill; how could he not be excited?

However, how to obtain the Six Decisions was the most important question at hand.

Three hours passed quickly, and the Contaminators in the courtyard returned to their respective seats. A gentle breeze blew, stirring the first bronze chime.

"Ding."

The first chime collided with the second, emitting a crisp and melodious sound that struck deep into the soul, making one's bones feel soft.

The force caused the second chime to collide with the third, resulting in another soft chime, like a young girl's whisper at night, ringing in your ear and entering your dreams with every sound.

A second later, the third and fourth collided, the sound even softer and gentler, cleansing the soul.

Different sounds, different frequencies, and the body's sensations were different.

The wind's energy was not strong, and this time it only moved eight chimes in succession. After five minutes, the sound of the chimes colliding vanished.

Those who had arrived earlier had experience; they remained sitting cross-legged, unmoving, waiting for the wind to come.

Half an hour later, the wind came again, with significantly more kinetic energy than the last time.

This time, it moved fifteen chimes, and the sound emitted was different from that of the eight chimes.

Xu Jingzhe's heart stirred, and he had the system record the different sounds emitted when different wind energies struck the chimes, as well as the sensations they brought to his body.

The intermittent wind blew in.

The system recorded two chimes, three chimes, four chimes, and so on, in sequence.

This sitting lasted for another three days.

During this period, people left and entered one after another, all very polite, without any conflicts arising.

The sound faded, and Xu Jingzhe rose to his feet, sighing in his heart.

Listening to the sounds over these three days had indeed been of great help to his bodily functions, and his vital energy and blood were more robust than before, but the cracks in his golden pollution core remained as stable as Mount Tai, not moving at all.

"Let's go. Neither of us is seriously injured, and we don't have the time to keep staying here," Yinzi said, appearing silently beside Xu Jingzhe.

Xu Jingzhe looked at the one hundred and eight chimes, contemplating for a long time.

"Let's wait two more days."

If he still couldn't find the secret of the Music Skill, he would have to leave; there really wasn't time to keep wasting it here.

Furthermore, since the chimes here could heal injuries and regulate the body, it was impossible for these Contaminators not to have pried into their secrets. This ancient building had been passed down for who knew how many thousands or tens of thousands of years. Perhaps the Music Skill had already been obtained by someone capable, leaving only this partial healing effect behind.