Finally, someone mustered up the courage, approached a little, and stretched out his hand to hold down Wen Yi who was jumping, trying to stop him. Wen Yi suddenly raised his head, and his neck was stretched to the extreme, almost breaking, and even made a sound of jaws opening and closing, which scared the students who were trying to help and quickly withdrew their hands.
At this time, Wen Yi finally collapsed to the ground. He rested his ten fingers on his knees and screamed in pain. He wanted to speak, but his throat was injured, so he could only make an ambiguous "ho ho" sound of pain, which was radiated through the sound transmission equipment on the stage, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere.
At this moment, the audience in the audience finally realized what happened. It was not an accident at all. It was a ghost. The audience in the front row almost jumped up and backed away desperately in fear. Some people even touched the exit, but the door was tightly closed. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move it at all.
A pale figure appeared, sitting next to the piano.
"The show isn't over," it said, "come back."
Even though they resisted in their hearts, the legs of these young audience members did not obey them. They walked to the front row seats step by step, lined up and took their seats, filling every seat neatly. Because of this, even Yuan Yuxue and Jie Zhouyan, who had been sitting in the front row, did not seem so out of place.
Everyone stared at the center of the stage with fear in their eyes, and all their eyes were focused on the white shadow beside the piano.
It was slender, floating slightly, and its face was a blur of mist. Because of its extremely strong inhuman characteristics, even if one could not see its face clearly, it was still frightening. At the same time, it also stretched out its hands—the fingers looked very long and distinct, and it was wearing a pair of white gloves, and made a commanding gesture.
"Perform a performance that satisfies me," it seemed to slightly raise its head - it was difficult to tell this posture from the mist, "or they can all become my new musical instruments. I heard that the percussion instruments made of skulls of different thicknesses and shapes will have very moving sounds."
Is this a choice that needs to be made?!
Everyone screamed helplessly in their hearts.
At this time, the audience's hopes fell on the musicians who were about to rehearse.
Judging from what the ghosts said, the scope of the "new musical instrument" is not limited to music, but is closely related to their life and death.
At this time, all the students on the stage were so scared that their legs were about to go limp. They were just the top students, and performing for ghosts and making the ghosts satisfied was too much of a test of their psychological quality.
But they have no reason to refuse now.
And most importantly, their pianist was now limp on the ground, his fingers bleeding and festering, his hands completely unable to move—
The gloomy boy who had been staying in the corner suddenly stood up, and his low and hoarse voice sounded like heavenly music to everyone's ears.
"I'll play the piano."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him with gratitude and admiration.
After all, if the performance does not satisfy the ghosts, they still do not know what punishment they will suffer. The musicians who are still on the stage are completely forced to perform if they do not want to die, and they also face more risks. Su Qingyan is willing to go on stage as a pianist. Regardless of his previous personality, this move is also very courageous.