The tiles under his feet shattered, and Fernan instantly bounced like a cannonball, and rushed towards the luthier again.

The violinist's men kept moving, sweeping the strings again and again, and the wave blade covered the area in front of Fernan.

Reaching out and touching his waist, Feinan pulled out a deck of playing cards.

Gently rubbing it into a card fan, urging the mind, he threw the playing cards out directly.

Whoa!

The playing cards accelerated instantly, and with a sharp sound of breaking the air, they crashed head-on into the wave blade.

The sharp blade did not cut through the playing cards, but was dispelled by the telekinesis attached to the playing cards, and disappeared in mid-air.

After knocking the wave blade apart, the playing card also lost the momentum of subsequent flight and fell down.

With the help of the flying card, Fei Nan once again rushed within five meters of the violinist.

Pressing the strings with both hands, the pianist wants to repeat the old trick and sweep the strings back.

However, the figure of Fei Nan in the sprint suddenly blurred, and then split into three, turning into three figures, and surrounded the violinist in three directions.

The fat pianist was obviously stunned, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but stop.

The thin luthier didn't know why, but he still swept the strings, but the sound wave was far less than the last time, and it couldn't stop Feinan's approach.

I knew you could see it!

With one step, Fernang threw out a playing card.

In the moonlight, the card shimmered faintly, which was the effect of Fei Nan's use of telekinesis to empower it.

Like a ghost, the playing card silently appeared at the throat of the fat luthier, sinking deep into it, leaving only a bloody streak.

"Ho!"

The fat violinist was shocked, and the whole person froze, and then slowly leaned back and fell to the ground with a bang.

Without his support, the body of the piano tilted and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Senior brother!"

The thin luthier exclaimed, reached out to the ground, and pressed it right on the fat luthier's neck.

The warmth of his tentacles and the lingering smell of blood on the tip of his nose made him change his complexion, and he hurriedly picked up the guqin and jumped back.

Duh!

A playing card sank into where he had been, shattering several tiles.

The figure moved twice like a ghost, and the thin luthier fell to the ground and sat cross-legged.

The guqin whirled in the air for a few weeks and landed firmly on his knees.

The skinny luthier's sunglasses slipped off, revealing a pair of pale eyes.

"Woohoo!"

He let out a cry of sorrow, stroked the strings with both hands, and gently picked them slowly, and the sound of the piano flowed.

No wave blades were activated, but Fernan's footsteps to catch up on him suddenly stopped.

This piano sound is the same piece as the one they played before, as if it was called "Liver and Sausage Break".

But this time, he played it with great affection, and as soon as the piano sounded, Feinan felt his heart sink.

It was a kind of desperate sadness, even a little suffocating.

Xu Wenqiang, who was lying on the ground in the distance, seemed to suddenly have difficulty breathing, and began to gasp for breath.

He lost his eyes and shouted, "Don't kill her!

Fei Nan also stood still, his eyes closed, his eyeballs moving rapidly, but his body motionless.

Holding on to the edge of the bed, Feinan sat up with difficulty.

Looking at the needles and tapes inserted into the veins on the back of his hands, and the familiar faded and shabby pajamas on his body, he raised his hand and touched the top of his head.

His bare head was shaved, and he looked out over the windowsill, where his face was reflected in the glass, a familiar, pale, emaciated, sickly man.

His brain was groggy with the weak signals from inside his body, and he tried to stand up, but his weak legs couldn't support him, and he sat back on the bed.

"I didn't expect to see it again. ”

Fernan muttered weakly, but there was a hint of lightness in his tone.

He knew very well that this was a world built by illusion, a dream he had imagined, and it was the sound of the thin luthier that sent him here.

The sad sound of the piano carries a kind of magic, as if it can evoke the most desperate memories in the human heart.

And the most desperate memory in Feinan's heart is undoubtedly the time when he was on the sickbed in his last life.

At this time, he thought about suicide more than once.

And when he regained this memory again, he felt particularly cordial.

He didn't rush to break the dream, but leaned back on the edge of the bed, struggled to his feet, and walked slowly around the room.

He was familiar with everything here, the wardrobe, the dining table, the TV, the DVD player, the PS4......

Looking at everything he was familiar with, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

In the past, he wanted to escape from here at all costs, but now he only misses this place.

He can't stay any longer, he is also a master of playing with psychology, and he knows that indulging in illusions will make him lose the ability to judge reality.

One last nostalgic glance, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Everything in front of him shattered like a broken mirror, and the infinite power quickly returned to his body, and the sound of the piano in his ears was clear again, and he opened his eyes again.

As he opened his eyes, the thin violinist who stroked the qin also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell in an instant.

Shaking his head, Fernang flicked out an enabling playing card.

This time, the thin luthier couldn't resist any longer, and the playing card instantly sank into his chest.

As soon as the sound stopped, the thin luthier slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Feinan with those empty eyes.

Walking up to him, Fernan looked down at him.

On the map, his cursor had begun to flicker and flicker.

Stroking the strings, the thin luthier looked in the direction where the fat luthier fell to the ground, and whispered: "We are just a singer, born on the street, and it is fate to die on the street." ”

After a pause, he lowered his head, held up the guqin with both hands, and held it up in front of Feinan.

"This is a good piano, and it fell into the hands of our two brothers, and it made the pearl dusty and ashamed. Please sir find another good person for me to give as a gift, I just ask this qin not to kill people again, thank you. ”

Fei Nan looked down at the guqin and reached out to hold it up.

As if the strength of his whole body had been drained, the thin violinist's hands fell down, and his head hung down, and he was already lifeless.

Looking at the guqin, Fei Nan exclaimed: "It's a little interesting." ”

In his field of vision, a string of information appeared on the guqin.

Jiaowei Qin (pink): A transcendent item

One of the items required to open the storyline world.

Effect 1: When playing, you can send out sound waves to attack the enemy, the higher the piano skill, the stronger the power.

Effect 2: Playing a specific track can form a specific effect, the higher the internal force, the stronger the effect.

Effect 3: Charisma +50.

No wonder these two violinists can have such a magical killing method, it turns out that they have an extraordinary item in their hands.

In addition to its powerful functions, this piano is actually an incomplete key to the world of the plot line.

Hooking a string, Fernan flicked it, but no sonic attack appeared.

Looks like I really have to be able to play to be able to use it? So don't I have to find someone to learn how to play the piano?

Shaking his head, Fei Nan clamped the piano under his armpit, turned around and picked up Xu Wenqiang, who had fallen into a coma, and walked in the direction of Huizhong Hotel.