Hiss hiss.
Sound waves invisible but undeniably present emanated from the erhu.
Song Yun had no chance to dodge.
"You bastard! You're an old beast!"
Song Yun shouted, crossing his arms in front of himself.
Buzz.
Song Yun's inner Qi could only counteract one band of sound waves, utterly powerless against the ones that followed.
Splat splat splat.
Several wounds appeared on Song Yun's arms.
"Young man, mind your words, or you might end up in the eighteenth layer of hell."
Yin Gui, eyes closed and head slightly tilted, played the erhu without the slightest pause.
"Ha, you pitiful soul."
Song Yun squinted and shouted, "You're probably only capable of hiring prostitutes."
Yin Gui's expression darkened and he pulled sharply on the strings.
Screech.
An even sharper sound suddenly rang out.
Before Song Yun could react, it was upon him.
Splat.
Another bloody wound.
