Of course, normally speaking, those things are all nonsense, maybe they are just reasons for committing suicide.

After all, among the more than one billion people in China, more than 300,000 people commit suicide every year. As for whether those who commit suicide really chose to commit suicide because of listening to this song... Who can tell?

Woolen cloth.

However, if this piece of music is placed in the script world, it is absolutely abnormal.

Maybe after listening to this song in its entirety, I might really commit suicide, or maybe I might be swallowed by the monster transformed by this huge piano and turned into feces.

But the problem is, if he wants to plug his ears now, his left hand won't allow it...

While I was thinking, another seven or eight seconds passed.

At this moment, Zhang Feng already felt something was wrong with his body.

As the sound of the piano got better and better, his blood seemed to be boiling, clamoring to rush out of his body and dance with the fingers on the piano.

The organs in his body vibrated in response to the frequency of his fingers, and his heartbeat accelerated to an incredible level.

That feeling... it's like a fat man with a beard, weighing over 200 pounds and wearing women's clothing is standing in front of you.

He picked his nostrils with his index finger, casually took off his shoes, rubbed his trouser legs with his big black toes, and said in a cooing voice: "Come on, brother~"

It’s outrageous, it’s outrageous! It’s so outrageous that I don’t even want to talk.

Zhang Feng pressed his heart with his left hand and felt the extraordinary throbbing. He decided to retaliate in kind!

Faced with such a dilemma, Zhang Feng would not sit still and wait for death.

Dad said that only magic can defeat magic!

One more thing, Zhang Feng’s singing is as good as magic!!

"You are unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust! You forced me to do so!" Zhang Feng said through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, the ghost hand that twisted its fingers like an earthworm paused for a moment, and then it continued to spin and jump on the piano keys.

In response, Zhang Feng responded by using a louder sound than the piano it was playing to overwhelm it.

"Oh, ah, ah, ah! Today is a wonderful night! Even though we have never met! The atmosphere is somber, the music is slowing down, and everyone has received an email!"

At first, the sound of the piano could cover up Zhang Feng's sonorous voice, but as Zhang Feng sang to the climax of the song, the sound of the piano overwhelmed him.

"I am a sunny and cheerful boy! A sunny and cheerful boy! A sunny and cheerful boy!!!"

While Zhang Feng was singing, he also used the cover of the piano as a gong and drum, and kept beating it with his shotgun.

Seeing this, the ghost hand also started playing harder, its speed getting faster and faster, almost creating an afterimage.

Zhang Feng calmly suppressed the sound of the piano with the song "Shandan Danhua Blooms Red".

The tone-deaf and crazy sound erupted in the entire classroom. It was as unpleasant as forty or fifty people wailing in unison after a series of car crashes on the 18th Route.

Zhang Feng, who thought he could sing well, shook his head and banged the piano, and even sang a song "I Really Want to Live Another Five Hundred Years" for Mr. Pianist.

"I really want to live another five hundred years!!!"

The voice keeps rising, and the result is severe pain in the shoulder, and then Zhang Feng will roar even higher.

The hoarse voice was paired with the weird piano music and the noisy percussion sound... At this moment, the ghost hand was silent.

About two minutes later...

It raised its playing hands, shook its palms tremblingly, and then a head with no face and only a mouth poked out, and then... it slapped itself.

"???"

"Pah, pah, pah!"

The ghost hand shook his head, and his dry hands were like a pair of plastic clapping machines, constantly swinging back and forth, making a sound.

Under Zhang Feng's gaze, the music score hanging on the piano gradually disappeared, and finally a piece of text appeared on it.

"You are such a musical genius!"

"..." Why is this ghost still swearing?

"Do you have any quality? Don't I sing well? Why are you scolding others? Let me tell you, young people should not be too arrogant! Believe it or not, I will chop your piano!"

Zhang Feng, who was of good quality, saw that he was being scolded by a ghost. He was so angry that he pointed at the piano angrily and started to curse.

Faced with Zhang Feng's attitude, those ghostly hands clenched their fists and hung in the air for a few seconds.

Then, it slapped the keys, knocking off the piano stand on the side. With a "pop" sound, the piano lid fell down and closed...

"ha?"

For some reason, Zhang Feng always felt that it was looking down on him.

You just looked down on him, but you didn't give him anything?

Can he bear this?

He, Zhang, has been in the world for more than 20 years, and he is the only one who looks down on others!

If he doesn’t bring something out today, he really won’t leave!

Ignoring the pain in his right shoulder, Zhang Feng struggled to open the lid of the piano with his left hand, stuffed the shotgun into the piano without saying a word, and accurately aimed at the place where the ghostly face poked out.

"Do you know? Uncle Dong doesn't like the tone of your voice! Listen to me! Or I'll shoot you!"

Zhang Feng raised his head, nostrils pointed downward, and completely filled the villain's vagina.

At close range, feeling the breath emanating from the shotgun, the piano ghost...it would rather die than...well, it got scared, and it got scared very quickly.

The piano lid bounced up automatically, a pair of ghost hands were ready to go, and even its face showed a disgusting smile.

"I still like your unruly look just now. Can you adjust it?" Zhang Feng curled his lips and looked like he was in need of a beating.

After hearing Zhang Feng's words, Piano Ghost immediately put away his smile obediently and wrote on the paper with his own blood: "What do you want to hear?"

"Well, let's play a song, March of the Volunteers!"

"..."

"One, two, three, let's go! Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood!"

"The Chinese nation..."

...

In this way, Zhang Feng squeezed out the value of the piano and shot it to death. After getting its supernatural object, he left with satisfaction.

Before leaving, Zhang Feng complained harshly and upgraded the new bullets to the white level.

The piano ghost died, and for a moment, the road to area A was clear.

It wasn't until Zhang Feng opened the door connecting Area B and stepped inside that a man wearing black clothes with the number "36" written on it appeared.

He was lying on the ceiling like a spider, motionless.

He wears a rabbit mask on his head, and his body is as thin as a stunted mouse.

After a long time, he jumped down from the ceiling. Facing the pieces of meat and blood on the ground, he shook his head in disgust and carefully avoided every stain.

"Hey, this place is really disgusting. Also, what kind of monster is that man? He can kill the crazy bone, even the combination of the ghost boy and the man in black, and finally solves the piano. Is he really human?

?”

"Also, with such a serious injury, most people would be unable to move for a long time. How can he still be alive and kicking as if nothing is wrong? Who is the ghost?"

The man was talking to himself, and it seemed that his voice was particularly loud because he had held it in for too long, or because the place was really empty.

While he was talking, he had already walked to the door leading to Area A.

The door was closed tightly, like an old bell, which would make a harsh and heavy sound whenever touched.

Looking at the closed door, an idea suddenly appeared in the man's mind, and then he blurted out the idea.

"That man won't just hide behind the door and wait for him to open the door. No, no, no. That would be too scary. He will definitely make him pee, haha."

The man smiled to himself, slowly raised his hand, and tried to push the door open.

As a result... before he could take action, the door creaked open.

"Huh?" The door opened? But I haven't done anything yet.

In the darkness, there seemed to be something behind the door, but the light behind the door was too dim and he could not see clearly.

The man narrowed his eyes, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

A man tilted his neck, showed a scary smile, and put his head against the crack of the door. At an extremely close distance, the man whispered in his ear: "I found you~"
Chapter completed!