C82

"Ding ~"

In the middle of the passionate piano piece, Zhou Heng heard a clear system notification sound.

"New quest triggered." A cold female voice rang in his ears.

"Chen He Xi, he died from a knife wound two months ago." A line of words appeared on the thin black shadow.

At the same time, a new line of text appeared in Zhou Heng's field of vision: "Wandering Soul, one point of merit, reward skill assimilation."

"Accept the mission." He called out in his heart.

"Iris check complete. D-Ranked Master of Heaven, Zhou Heng, accepted the Quest — Chen Hexi's obsession. "

After accepting the mission, Zhou Heng walked towards the pheasant and the piano. Miss Tong and the rest who were behind him wanted to follow him, but Zhou Heng reached out to stop them, "Wait for me here for a while." "No," he said.

Although Chen Hexi's soul was still very faint, and it was very difficult for him to injure the living in the real world, he already had the ability to possess a body. If he took advantage of the large number of people possessing bodies, it would be very troublesome.

After handing the white cat in his arms to Miss Tong, Zhou Heng arrived in front of the pheasant.

The pheasant did not sense Zhou Heng's arrival. He was still immersed in his own music.

"Buzz!" The pheasant's ten fingers suddenly slammed down on the piano keys, causing the piano to emit a humming sound.

The third movement of the Moonlight Melody came to an abrupt end.

"Please don't go beyond me." A faint shadow emerged from the pheasant's body.

Zhou Heng shook his head. Reincarnation was the home of every wandering soul. If a wandering soul refused reincarnation because of the obsession in life, then even the purest wandering soul would slowly be contaminated by the Yin energy and become an irreparable ghost.

The black figure glanced at Zhou Heng. He seemed to have understood that he would definitely not be able to take out this young man's palm today.

"No." Zhou Heng rejected him once again, "There are still others watching here, I don't want you to scare them." he whispered, extending his hand toward him.

"I can attach myself to this child," the shadow said quickly, "so they won't be frightened."

However, Zhou Heng still shook his head. "Take a good look at his body." Zhou Heng said.

The black shadow looked down at the pheasant.

At this moment, the pheasant had already fainted. Its ten fingers had already become red and swollen. If he were to reluctantly play another song, the bones of his fingers would definitely be broken. A normal person's body wouldn't be able to withstand the possession of a ghost. Even if it was just a slight amount of Yin Qi, it would cause one's body to become weak, causing great harm to one's body. Miss Tong, who had once been bedridden but still looked sickly to this day, was the best example.

"How could this be?" The black shadow obviously did not anticipate that his possession would cause such a result. He looked at the pheasant and muttered to himself, "How did it become like this?"

Zhou Heng noticed that this group of black figures had become chaotic due to the fluctuations of their emotions.

"If you need to play a song before you are willing to be surpassed," Zhou Heng said, "then use my body."

The undulations of the black shadow calmed down.

The black shadow in the sky stared at Zhou Heng, and after a while, he asked, "Are there any problems with your body?"

Zhou Heng laughed, and then said four words lightly. "I am a Heavenly Master."

Looking at the expression in Zhou Heng's eyes, the black figure became increasingly shocked. He murmured: "So you are a Heavenly Master?"

Just then, Qin Fen who was standing at the periphery revealed a puzzled expression.

"Is Zhou Heng talking to someone else?" she asked.

"My big brother is like this," Xu Yi said.

"Could it be that there really is a ghost?" Qin Fen was very curious.

"You still have the nerve to say such words? How cowardly were you before?" Qin Fen giggled, "To think that you were even a senior!"

Xu Yi's face immediately turned red. Fortunately, the night was shrouded in darkness, and the people around him could not see the expression on his face.

"What is he doing?" Bai Lu watched as Zhou Heng moved the pheasant from the chair to the wall.

"He wants to play?" Miss Tong was also very surprised.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhou Heng sat on the chair, and then placed his fingers flat on the piano keys.

"Big Bro can play the piano? "What the f * ck!" Xu Yi could not help but shout out.

Xu Yi immediately covered his mouth.

It was like the sound of a war horn being sounded. When Zhou Heng's finger landed, all the musical notes started to boil.

Mournful. When the melody filled the room, the piano melody seemed to be entering a struggle, a war, a fight between life and nature, a war between life and death.

"What song is this?" Being infected by the melody, Qin Fen muttered to herself.

"The third movement of the 'Twenty-third Piano Sonata'." White Dew answered in a low voice.

"What?" Qin Fen had absolutely no idea what Bai Lu was saying.

"Passion." "Beethoven's Passion," she said.

Beethoven wrote 32 piano sonatas in his lifetime, of which "Passion" was the twenty-third. After these thirty-two, the most famous were the six great sonatas — the moonlight, the sorrow, the storm, the farewell, the dawn, and the passion. From the flickering of the moonlight to the end of their fervent struggle. Not only in the eyes of the public, but even in the eyes of the creator Beethoven himself, "Passion" is one of his greatest piano sonatas. The third chapter, as the final chapter of , was also the most passionate chapter of the three chapters.

A passion for music, a passion for life.

Zhou Heng's fingers continuously jumped about on the black piano keys, bringing everyone's emotions into the world of music and melodies.

Crystal tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried.

The exciting sonata, however, stimulated the softest spot in the heart of the dewdrop.

What kind of past would she have?

When the end of the third movement of "Passion" came, the melody of the fight and the battlefield ended. But the boiling passion was not over, like an indomitable warrior, and the legend had its curtain call, but his will did not.

"Thank you." A faint black shadow floated up from Zhou Heng's body. "Thank you."

And the interior of Zhou Heng's body was also undergoing changes.

"Initiation of assimilation." A voice resounded in his mind.