pertwk 87-27 at the hotel
87-27 at the hotel
Yan Huayu's last vital signs disappeared, and countless flames gently squeezed into Yan Fuxue's body through the hibernation chamber. Leaving Mengdi, she saw the long-awaited sunrise.
The rising sun, suppressed for who knows how long—tens of thousands? Or perhaps hundreds of millions? When it is reborn, its light shines on the cracks of the bell, on the lake, and on the path along the road where the sun rises ever higher.
Qinglan looked down at the path, when suddenly a musical note appeared at her feet. Looking up, she saw it was the Extreme Sound Ground.
The group decided to cross the area. When they reached the center, they saw a local animal playing a musical instrument. Qinglan had heard that the local animal, the Chuchule, played the instrument exceptionally well, so she leaned closer to listen. The Chuchule cooperated and secretly rejoiced, thinking, "Hehe, I reckon this is the first time a human in our tribe has wanted to listen to us play the instrument. Now I can brag about it."
Mo Bei and Yan Fuxue also joined in out of curiosity, while Hong Qi wore a meaningful expression.
Seeing that three people were willing to listen, the chuckle immediately greeted them: "Hello, I'm Fuyang, the best chuckle player here, nicknamed 'Old Chuckle'." Qinglan happily went to greet him, extending her right hand to shake his: "Old Chuckle, Old Chuckle, hello. I'm Qinglan, and those people next to me are…"
After recognizing all the instruments, Fu Yang hugged the zither, a look of pure rapture on his face. "I'm going to start playing now!" Qing Lan watched with anticipation, as did Mo Bei.
Fu Yang's fingers plucked the strings, producing a series of beautiful sounds... But wasn't this just noise? Qing Lan clutched her head in anguish, "Don't hurt me! Isn't this just noise? Play properly." Yan Fuxue nodded in agreement. Fu Yang's eyes widened in shock, "What did you say?" Qing Lan sighed softly, "Finally, it's over. I said, can you play properly?" Fu Yang immediately raised an eyebrow, "What did you say!" Then he stood up, slammed the zither to the ground, and just as he was about to explode in anger, he squatted down to pick up the wreckage. Qing Lan was startled and backed away, "Brother, brother, what's wrong?" Fu Yang stood up after finishing, "I'm Fu Yang. Someone said our playing was awful." Qing Lan waved her hands frantically, "Isn't it just the truth? What's wrong with that?" Fu Yang spoke again, "He also said it was the truth." Yan Fuxue grabbed his clothes, lowered her voice, and uttered a few words, "Shut up..." Qing Lan stood up obediently.
Other Chuchules began to gather around, each holding a lyre. Mo Bei conjured lightning flames in his hands, but he still wanted to speak politely.
Suddenly, the chuchules began playing their harps, the music grating and unpleasant, leaving listeners bewildered. Qinglan immediately apologized, "Brothers, I was wrong, it's awful!" Fuyang laughed in exasperation, "This is our grand ensemble, how could it be awful?" Qinglan shook his head, "Listening to your voice now is a pleasure, like celestial music that instantly brightens the ears." Fuyang, annoyed, snatched the harp from the chuchules beside him and joined the "battle."
Yan Fuxue, unable to bear the torment any longer, immediately pulled Qinglan aside and said, "Why don't you just admit your mistake? Just say the music is really nice." Qinglan, with a mournful face, said, "Compared to this, your voice is so beautiful! I'll love you forever." Qinglan lowered her head further, which Yan Fuxue took as a joke. Mo Bei was also surprised, thinking there would be a battle, but this kind of soul-crushing "yin" music was not as satisfying as a battle, at least defeat was instantaneous. As for Hong Qi, she was wearing headphones, leisurely watching...
Finally, Qinglan couldn't take it anymore and stepped out, still covering her ears with her hands: "I admit Lao Le's music is incredibly good, absolutely the best in the universe!" Fuyang was overjoyed to hear this: "Really?" Qinglan nodded, "Then I have to let you hear my new song! It's amazing, I finally have a little fan!" Qinglan was startled and ran away: "No need, we'll do it next time." Then she called to the others: "What are you standing there for? Let's go!"
The group finally escaped the extremely noisy place. Listening to the birdsong, Qinglan couldn't help but sigh, "I never want to go back to such a terrifying place again. It's practically the ultimate noise hell." Yan Fuxue punched him, "It's all your fault." Qinglan scratched his head, quickly glancing at her profile. Seeing that she seemed fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, but there was also a hint of barely perceptible disappointment: "I was wrong."
The group finally escaped the Extreme Sound Land… An inn appeared ahead; this would be their rest stop. The inn wasn't large, and the travelers coming and going were a mixed bag, with undercurrents quietly flowing between the corridors and pipes.
Hong Qi helped them register, and Mo Bei and Qing Lan went to the kitchen to find the recipe. Mo Bei found the recipe on a wall and went over to take a look.
A girl with a cloud-shaped hair ornament walked to a notice board. The woman with the flower pinned to her chest earlier posted a notice, and a few people gathered around.
"The Destroyer will begin its system training on September 1st... Hmm... Lolo, I recognize all these words, but I don't understand them when they're put together." The girl named Loamaya said, "Perhaps Chen Jiahong has a deeper meaning." After reading it, the cloud girl led Loamaya away. This cloud girl was none other than Mu Yun.
In the corridor they left, a figure stood on a pipe above, leaning against the wall, holding a sniper rifle, looking at the notice. The shadow below was much darker. This was Lu Qingyu, one of the twin stars of the Destroyer, and Jiang Nan.
Lu Qingyu disappeared into the darkness, and Jiang Nanyue's shadow retreated to his room. Chen Jiahong, in the next room, used his mental power to observe their reactions, then pressed a button on the wall. The alarm clock rang in Deng Kaiyang's room next door, waking him from his sleep. At Chen Jiahong's request, Deng Kaiyang looked at the announcement, glanced at it briefly, and said, "What era are we living in? Still using this kind of thing." He went back to his room and fell asleep immediately. Outside the window, the starry sky twinkled with white stars.
Mo Bei withdrew his gaze from the starry sky, surprised that the Giant Rift contained such a realistic starry sky. The group then began to eat.
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