The drum head is one meter in diameter and placed on a shelf one and a half meters high. Next to the shelf are two drumsticks thicker than chopsticks with red tassels hanging on them.

Everyone looked at the big drum.

The body of the drum is black, like what it looks like after a dark night has solidified. The drum head is made of some kind of leather, and there is an androgynous face on it that cannot be distinguished as male or female.

Ashligan looked around and saw that no one was taking action. After all, this was a rule pollution, and if someone got tampered with something carelessly, it might lead to death.

"Fuck!"

Ashley cursed, saying that his brother was skinned and could not withstand the high temperature compared to others. If he continued to stay there, he would be dead.

"I come!"

Ashley took three long steps and walked to the big drum, reaching for the drumstick: "Lin Shen, if something happens to me, I hope you can take care of my brother, at least... at least don't let his death be too painful!"

A-Gump also knew that it was unrealistic for Lin Baici to take his brother out.

Before Lin Baici could agree, Ashley Yang endured the burning and burning pain and got in front of his brother: "You step aside, I'll do it!"

The black man Yang grabbed the drumstick with his skinless hands.

The moment he grabbed the drumstick, the face on the drum suddenly opened its eyes.

"Eaaah!"

From the mouth of the human face, a sharp roar came out, a bit like Peking Opera: "Play the drums!"

"Hurry up and watch TV!"

Li Yintong exclaimed.

Everyone turned their heads.

On TV, it was still a crowded music festival, but now the camera zoomed in to show a close-up of a black man.

"what's the situation?"

The male couple is wondering, what does this close-up mean?

"Who is he? The one who started the show?"

After the couple finished speaking, they suddenly looked stunned and looked at Ashley Young who was standing in front of the drum: "It can't be him, right?"

A Yang's human skin has been peeled off, so except for the people on the ninth floor like Lin Baici, other people who are not familiar with him cannot recognize him at all.

"It's him!"

Giroud was very excited and found the key: "Ashley Young, bang the drum!"

"elder brother!"

A-Gump was very worried.

Ashley Young holds the drumstick and plays the drum with both hands. This instrument has no technical difficulty. You just need to play according to the rhythm of the music.

Before they immigrated when they were young, they learned African drums from the shaman in the village.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After Ashley Young knocked a few times, the speed became faster and faster, getting better and better.

"It's Astronomia!"

Li Yintong recognized this song. There were many spoof videos on the Internet before, showing several black people carrying coffins, and this song was used.

"it works."

Pogba touched the head of the doll on his shoulder. When Ashley Young started playing the drums, he found that everyone's sanity had returned a little.

"come on!"

Li Yintong waved his fist and encouraged the black man Yang: "Overwhelm that lead singer!"

"Why do I feel useless? The black man on TV is motionless!"

Huang Huangxiang lit a cigarette: "Do I have to make it move?"

"How to move?"

The ocean horse is anxious.

"Doromifasao Laixi!"

The face suddenly started singing.

"Lin Shen, look!"

Forrest shouted.

Lin Baici had just seen it. As the face on the drum began to sing, numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 on the drum flashed and disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, even a fool knows that they are not Arabic numerals, but represent musical notes.

The human face continued to hum, randomly singing one of these seven notes.

Notes also appeared on the drum surface, paused for about a second, and then disappeared.

"I understand, whatever note the human face sings, we have to hit that note!"

Huang Jinxiang clapped his hands: "Quick! Quick! Hit the notes!"

Many people think that black people have low IQs, but these black brothers are obviously not among them. Ashley Yang didn't need Huang Jinxiang to explain, he already understood it instantly and started hitting the notes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drums gradually became continuous and played an exciting melody.

"Look!"

The black man Gan shouted directly on the TV: "It's moving! It's moving! My brother did it!"

On the TV, the black man started to move and walked into the crowd, apparently trying to get through the sea of ​​music fans and rush to the stage.

It's just that there are too many people, and black people are like sailing against the current, which is very difficult.

Li Yintong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had found the key point to purify pollution, but when he looked at Lin Baici, he found that his brows were furrowed.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong?"

Taimei was confused: "Is there something wrong?"

"I don't think it's that simple!"

Can you pass by just playing the drum? And speaking of the current situation, drummers don't need to know music theory at all. They can just hit the drum according to the notes sung by the human face.

No difficulty at all!

Doesn’t this fit in with the positioning of Ten Years Great God Market?

"Don't scare yourself, this may be a sacred object that has just been radiated!"

Giroud interjected.

Generally speaking, the longer the artifact takes shape, the higher the degree of regular pollution it causes.

"Do you believe this?"

Lin Baici asked back.

"Well……"

Jirou was speechless. Everyone arrived at this station by train, which meant that this station had existed for a long time and there could be no new taboos.

"It sings faster!"

Apaju suddenly spoke, making everyone's hearts tighten.

In the deafening heavy metal music, the notes sung by human faces were mixed in, and the speed was twice as fast as before, and the speed of the notes appearing and disappearing on the drum surface was also accelerated.

Everyone quickly looked at Yang, the black man.

fine!

He is still playing the drum in an orderly manner!

It's just that the speed increased, making his movements larger, and the blood and oozing tissue fluid on his arms flew around and became mottled.

"How long does this take?"

The black man was so anxious that he couldn't hold on for more than a few minutes in his brother's condition.

"Knocking on that black guy on TV to get on stage and get in touch with the lead singer?"

Li Yintong analyzed: "Does the purification end with a signature?"

Everyone was silent because they didn't know, but if Taimei really said this, it would be troublesome, because black people have a hard time running.

One minute passed. On the TV, the black man only ran forward seventeen meters.

"Lin Shen, what do you think?"

Pogba feels that continuing like this is not an option.

"Yang, try not to hit the wrong note. Once you hit the wrong note, the character's forward speed will also decrease."
To be continued...