How To Whistle With A Blade Of Grass の小説・ストーリー

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

One after another, those shadows of her sword came to attack Xiao Chen. Of course, Xiao Chen would never stay there and wait to be killed. He chose to play the Phoenix's Cry Amid Bamboos of the Green Flute Swordplay. His sword uttered a long and loud whistle like a phoenix as soon as he started to wield it. Wherever his sword went, there would be a strong wind soughing. The dazzled sword shadows he made were all well ordered.