Although he sang Peking Opera in his previous life, and now he wants to sing rock and roll, he can't care so much.

Grabbing the bloodstained guitar, he ran wildly, pushing open the narrow back door of the LIVE HOUSE, through the stairwell littered with clutter, and up the old-fashioned spiral staircase. The backstage lights flickered on and off, and he faintly heard the voice of the host at the front desk and the noise of the audience, and in the chaos, he also heard several people talking above the spiral staircase—

"Why hasn't the Dragon Yin Band come yet?!The host can't hold on!" A middle-aged man's anxious voice said.

"They can be late for such an important final, obviously they don't pay attention to it, and they can't get through on the phone just now. Boss Wang, I think you leave them alone, anyway, except for one of them, all the other teams have already performed on stage, so you can just remove them and announce the results of the finals. "This is a young and arrogant voice.

Through memory, Lin Qian heard that young voice - Liao Fan!

It's the people who buy the gangsters behind their backs and plot against them!

Lin Qian's gaze was fierce, and the pace of rushing up the stairs quickened again.

I heard the middle-aged man named Boss Wang say: "Liao Fan, I know you are in a hurry, and I am more anxious than you." However, the Dragonbards, like your Mad Kings, have a high demand to win the championship, and if they don't play, the excitement of my game will be greatly reduced. Or wait, three minutes, if they don't come in three minutes......"

"It's coming, it's coming!" Lin Qian carried his guitar on his back and rushed to the two who were talking in a few lunges, "The dragon and the dragon bands are here!" ran away from him, and he couldn't breathe.

"It's coming?!" Liao Fan at the top of the stairs exclaimed in disbelief, and turned his head to see Lin Qian, as if he had seen a ghost.

"yes, here we are. Lin Qian finally took a breath and glanced at Liao Fan, his eyes were meaningful. He saw that Liao Fan was dyed with a colorful exploding head, wearing a nose ring, and wearing a dark punk outfit, which looked very unusual even in the dim and uncertain light of the backstage, full of exaggerated stage effects.

This is the one who killed and injured the people of the Dragon's Band by the next three indiscriminate means?

Well, he remembered.

Liao Fan was a little furious by his eyes, and his heart was a little hairy, and he was inward-looking: "You, why did you come so late, what about your teammates? You can't go on stage without teammates, it's better to admit defeat as soon as possible......"

"Hello Boss Wang," Lin Qian didn't listen to Liao Fan's bluff, and only recognized the boss of LIVE HOUSE, "I'm Lin Qian, the lead singer of the Dragon Yin Band, I'm sorry to be late, can I go on stage now?"

Boss Wang was overjoyed when he saw him: "You are here." ”

Later, when he saw him covered in blood, he was shocked again: "What's the matter with you? How did you get like this? What about the rest of your team? Can you really go on stage?"

At this time, Lin Qian looked very embarrassed, their band was blocked in a nearby alley before they even walked to the LIVE HOUSE, so he didn't even have time to change his costume, so he wore his daily white shirt. After being beaten for a long time, his white shirt was already covered with mud and blood stains, and at this time, half of his body was stained with blood, and dark red blood stains snaked down his arms and palms, and fell to the ground along the cracked guitar.

It was like it had just been fished out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Lin Qian looked at Boss Wang and smiled: "This body is pretty cool, isn't it? This is a stage effect specially made by our band." ”