The charred traces behind the stage were distorted, and indifferent words were projected into Lu Jian's field of vision.
【Find the performer 1/1】
Obviously, this is the person who needs to be found for the Lu trip mission.
However, it would be nice if the mission was just that.
Another line of text appeared underneath this.
【Survive until dawn:05:51:16】
There are still more than five hours left, but now every second is torture for Lu Jian.
The charred "person" in a tuxedo was also immersed in his own melody. The melody was strange and changeable, and every note seemed to have its own will, jumping from the keys and flowing into Lu Jian's ears.
, tapping his eardrum.
Lu Tan felt that his thinking was stagnant again, as if he was stuck with some kind of semi-solid gel, and it was difficult to even have a thought.
This situation made Lu Tian think of Suona.
When I was playing the suona, I seemed to be in a similar state.
Are those who listen to me playing the suona the same as Lu Tan now?
"...!"
When Lu Tan thought of the previous situation, his mind suddenly became clear.
The sound of the piano he heard now was not just ordinary music.
This is some kind of melody with extraordinary power that can interfere with people's consciousness.
Du Danping... also has similar power?
The system prompts that I am the 233rd chosen one. In other words, there may have been more than 200 people before?
Du Danping is one of them?
"......I see."
In stagnant thinking, Lu Tan understood everything.
"Du Danping has some kind of talent or has obtained the qualification to enter the place of silence..., thus gaining extraordinary... power, just like me, he may... choose... [Music
Home】?"
"Using his extraordinary power, Du Danping... used the sound of the piano to bewitch the people in the entire theater hall, so... even if the fire had spread, these people were still... unmoved,
Because their consciousness has been...interrupted!"
"But... if all this is caused by... Du Danping, and he really has... these powers, why would he... die here?"
Lu Tan's thoughts tried to break through the barrier of the piano sound and regain control of his body.
But no matter how hard he tried, he was just like a puppet, becoming more and more sluggish, and even the light in his eyes began to dissipate.
“...must have to break free from control...music...play...Only with...music can...defeat...
....music......"
As his mind wandered slowly, Lu Jian caught the flash of inspiration.
This melody obviously affects people through hearing. So, only by destroying hearing can we be liberated?
There was no room for further deliberation, and a silver revolver appeared in Lu Tan's right hand.
In his mind, the revolver magazine jumped, and a silver-gray bullet was aimed at the barrel of the gun.
In the illusion, the revolver was pointed at Lu Jian's brain.
boom--
Silent gunshots rang in Lu Tan's ears.
The bullet easily broke through Lu Jian's skin and penetrated into his brain. Along with the invisible hole, some kind of power overriding reason began to destroy Lu Jian and change Lu Jian's vocal structure.
A certain melody came from his open mouth.
"Good luck comes and I wish you good luck. Good luck brings joy and love. Good luck comes to us. Good luck comes to us. With good luck, we will prosper and spread all over the world..."
The passionate singing of "Good Luck" echoed in the theater hall. This sound intertwined with the sound of the piano, forming some strange harmony.
The melody in his ears was destroyed, and Lu Tiao felt that all the strength in his body had returned. He continued to sing "Good Luck" repeatedly with a high-pitched female voice. For a moment, the elegant theater hall was filled with magical piano melody and
The collision of joyful popular songs creates a strange atmosphere.
Lu Tan sang "Good Luck Comes" and ran towards the stage, clenching the crowbar in his hand.
As long as Du Danping's undead soul can be eliminated, the sound of the piano will stop.
The next moment, several model dolls suddenly appeared.
These model dolls are wearing tattered formal clothes. The eyes painted on the two figures are weird and strange. Their movements are like being controlled by someone on a string. They are slow and jerky, but there are more of them, almost blocking the road leading to the land.
The road to the stage.
The mannequin doll stretched out its hand towards Lu Tiao. Those stiff palms were cold, hard, and had a creepy smooth touch, trying to grab Lu Tiao's body.
"Good luck to you and good luck to you..."
Lu Jian did not stop singing. At the same time, he waved the crowbar in his hand.
Click——
Something as light and dense as a spider web covered his brain, allowing Lu Tiao to use the crowbar in his hand accurately and skillfully, as if he was born to be a good hand with crowbars, and all the bones in his body were made of crowbars.
The same.
With the most extreme force, the most precise angle, and the most perfect direction, the crowbar hit the mannequin in front of him.
The head of the model doll immediately flew out and was raised high. Before it fell to the ground, Lu Tiao swung his stick again and smashed open the head of another model doll.
"Good luck brings joy and love..."
The joyful song was still playing repeatedly in Lu Tiao's mouth. In this festive and peaceful song, another model doll was knocked away by the crowbar.
Like a god of war, Lu Tan took three steps and two steps at a time to reach the piano.
At this moment, the piano melody reached its climax, and some kind of eternal, magnificent, indifferent and cold power seemed to be contained in this melody.
The crowbars followed.
snap——
The charred, decayed, and broken performer was hit by a hard crowbar and disintegrated with almost no resistance.
The playing stopped suddenly.
The movements of the mannequins immediately stopped, freezing into frames of horrifying scenes.
"That's it?"
Lu Tan waited for dozens of seconds before he stopped singing the song he was reciting and returned to his normal appearance.
As he looked at the body that had passed away in the wind and turned into ashes, Lu Tiao felt something was wrong.
If you don't have [last words], then after hearing the melody, you will have little room for resistance and you will be taken away from the control of your body, and you may even lose consciousness and let others slaughter you.
If you don't have the [Holy Sword of Physics], even if you can get rid of the control, it will be extremely difficult to break through the obstruction of the mannequin and kill Du Danping's undead.
Under such circumstances, such a task is still on [Mortal] difficulty, is it the same as [Friends Under the Bed]?
Is there something wrong with this task evaluation, or is there some deviation in the process?
Thinking of this, Lu Jian looked around and saw silence.
The moonlight didn't know when it became dim.
He raised his head.
Beyond the broken dome on that side was the deep night.
The moon has passed through the gap, dotted with stars that can only be seen in the wilderness.
Among the stars, there is one most dazzling star, whose light is shining through the gap at this moment.
As the starlight shone, some kind of information poured into Lu Tan's mind, which was wrapped in sticky spider web-like knowledge.
Some kind of knowledge transmitted through the lost melody.
He knew that this bright star was one of the brightest stars in the sky all year round.
A certain call came from this star, spanning the distance of time and space.
Along with this light, some kind of majestic, indifferent, and absolute power began to fill the entire theater hall.
Lu Tan finally knew the whole story.
He understood what Du Danping had been fighting against until his death, and even after death.
He stared there.
At this moment, Aldebaran was clearly visible in Lu Jian's eyes.