Chapter 230

The white ink on the stage was full of enchantment. Wearing a sailor's suit, he was illuminated by a beam of light, and his long snow-white hair was about to grow to his heel. His identity seems to be the lead singer and conductor of the orchestra. At present, he is only a prelude part, with pure music and no vocal music part.

From the current effect, in fact, it is quite good. Although the members of the death orchestra are a little strange in shape, their musical instruments are absolutely strong, just like a serious orchestra. If not before, Xia Huan said that they would only play once. Zhou Yu wanted to raise such a group of people in the village. At least he could take it out and improve his performance.

As for the residence is easy to do, just make a ghost house. Anyway, the glass greenhouse is useless. Let all these ghosts live in and transform them into a haunted house that can be visited in two dimensions. Maybe some tourists will like it. In the evening, there is an atmosphere in such a haunted house in the open back garden.

Of course, Zhou Yu doesn't have a high level of music appreciation. It's not clear what level the death orchestra's performance is. Anyway, it looks ok.

Xia Huan also came, but because of the identity of Xingguang city residents, he did not go to the scene to listen, but hid in Zhou Yu's room to watch the broadcast.

"Yes, it's true that the death orchestra's reputation is not in vain, and I don't know why those old diehards treat it like snakes and scorpions. Maybe it's the eternal feud between starlight city and fallen city for thousands of years. It's too difficult to reach an understanding. "

Xia Huan is also an alien. He doesn't hate the fallen city, but he is dissatisfied with some behaviors, such as those extremist fans. With so many idols under his banner, he is often harassed by extremist fans, but it is not to the extent that everything in the fallen city is totally denied.

Zhou Yu doesn't want to know what kind of hatred there is between Xingguang city and the fallen city. Anyway, he is not the protagonist in the fantasy novel. He wants to get involved in the dispute between the good and the evil. It's fun to raise idols and play games in your own territory. There's no need to be a savior.

"By the way, I want to upgrade Luhua village recently, but I don't have a prop called code. Have you ever heard of this information after spending so long in Xingguang city?"

At present, Zhou Yu wanted to do the most about the code of law. However, even the king of information such as the king of thieves couldn't find out the relevant information, so he was worried.

Xia Huan was stunned, but soon recovered: "code? Well, it's true that the development momentum of Luhua village is on the verge of upgrading. However, the code is quite rare props, which can only be obtained by those who are destined to get it. I have seen it only once in the auction of starlight city before, but that was a few years ago

Shit, it's rare.

After a while, Xia Huan seemed to want to ask something, but seeing Zhou Yu's contemplative appearance, he forced the question down.

Maybe Zhou is not bound to be a tramp in the city of stars, no matter whether he is a tramp or a tramp. After all, the three dimensions are too big, and the starlight city and the fallen city can't all be taken over. Moreover, there are places like sky city which are almost free from restriction. The cities of brothers should not be easily targeted.

Just thinking, the picture of the truth camera changed. Bai Mo put down the baton and picked up the microphone. The real concert was about to start.

All of a sudden, fans hold their breath for fear of missing a syllable. Even across the screen, Zhou Yu could feel the dramatic change in the atmosphere on the stage. The chill that penetrated into his heart made people feel goose bumps.

Zhou Yu felt something strange, but they were all shivering at the scene. "Firefly, what's going on? Why is it so cold all of a sudden? Is Bai Mo's cold body so fierce? "

The little firefly was able to hold on, but his face was not very good-looking: "this is not the chill of the cold body, but dead air. It's a great death orchestra. It has such a momentum. "

Bai Mo elegantly compared with a silent gesture: "quiet, listen to the whispers from hell Ghosts -" soul sacrifice. "

Soul sacrifice is probably the name of this song, and the style of the fallen city is probably like this. Just the tone of white ink at the moment, it's cold, not like people, more impersonal than usual. The temperature on the spot is also falling again and again. It has reached the point of exhaling into fog. I'm afraid that normal people can't stand it.

However, the depraved people under the stage enjoyed it very much. Some even took off their clothes and looked like wolves.

I don't understand.

White ink began to sing, and the death Orchestra followed closely to start the real performance. There was nothing unusual at first, but when it came to the climax, one of the zombies who played the trumpet suddenly felt a little too high, blowing the trumpet and walking forward.

At the same time, there was a blood cloud with many tentacles over the stage. It was like a heart beating, and it made a numbing sound to the scalp.As Bai Mo's singing gradually goes up, the trumpeter also comes with a "skyward trombone.". In the middle of the result, I don't know why the trumpet suddenly blew out two sharp long blades, one big and one small. After several circles in the air, the trumpeter was cut to pieces on the spot.

The real blood sacrifice has begun.

Death did not prevent the death orchestra from performing, and the audience was almost unaffected, even more frantic. Bai Mo, the lead singer, did not look at the meat on the stage at all, but continued to sing with concentration.

Zhou Yu is stunned. Is NIMA too heavy mouthed? Death is coming?

It's death, and over the next few minutes, there's a constant stream of players dying in fantastic and bloody ways. Before the death of the howl and scream, bloody meat and viscera, filled the concert hall, chilling.

The ghost chorus roared and exploded like firecrackers. The plump corpse drummer beat his belly as a drum face. All kinds of blood made the venue immediately enveloped in the atmosphere of horror films.

Zhou Yu had only a desire to throw up. Xia Huan was also very green, and he no longer praised the death god orchestra. In the scene, they had already vomited and started running outside. If they stayed there, they might be smothered by the smell of blood.

The terrible death concert.

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