Some of the younger ghosts are still acceptable.

But most of the people in the room were old and ghosts, and they couldn't accept that I was talking and dancing like a drunkard and that was a heart-wrenching DJ music.

For a while, all the ghosts stared at me in confusion, and no ghosts echoed me.

Can you make the ghost look down on me?!

"I'm sorry to eat it raw!"

I calmly summoned the net cloud suppression microphone in my hand, and while walking outside the hot pot restaurant, I used the network cloud suppression microphone to automatically expand the volume function, and sang softly: "Your new schoolbag, someone will give you ~ your flower folding umbrella in the rain, someone will give you a call ~ your favorite three fresh fillings, someone will give you a bag ~ your aggrieved tears, someone will wipe you ~ ah!" This person is my mother~Ah! This person is my mother~ This person gave me life! Give me a home~"

A song "Mother" calls for the fragility of their hearts.

Even Sima Tongzhao remembered his old mother before his death, and those ghosts followed my singing voice and walked out of the hot pot restaurant behind me.

The song has a long history.

The affection is deep and unswerving.

Even the ghosts who had entered the hot pot restaurant came to me, and he didn't block my way, but just formed a semicircle and accumulated more and more. Even the fleshy spirits had begun to sob, muddy tears soaked in the reddened soil, giving some warmth to this land where life and death were in harmony.

The door of the music square in the Meng Po Dynamic Zone was not locked, and I continued to sing "Mother" repeatedly, reaching out to push open the door and entering the music square.

From the outside, the music plaza is at most two stories high, but I didn't expect to have a hole in it after entering it. The infrastructure is everything, and countless speakers are hung on the roof to radiate the entire music square with thousands of square meters.

I had just crossed the threshold with my front foot.

The lights in the back room came on, and the gentle light hit my face, which made me feel quite comfortable. And there are no dazzling headlights like discotheques, all of them are cold lights similar to the atmosphere of the bar, which can make the ghosts feel at ease.

Next to the doorway is an automatic beer stir.

"Brave the Road of Three Lives - Meng Po Special Beer"

I looked at the bells and whistles of the beer, almost couldn't hold back the laughter and ruined the atmosphere, and hurriedly pretended to cough and walked towards the ghosts in the music plaza behind, and kindly instructed: "Don't mess around!" All have seats! The queue to get your own beer when you enter the house! Let's have a drink today! Beer tubes are enough. ”

As I spoke, I took a bottle of beer out of the machine and opened the cap with my fingers without drinking the bottle to cheer up.

The beer brewed from Meng Po soup!

Who would dare to drink it!?

Devils dare to drink it!

No, it's for ghosts!

I don't know if there is a formation or restriction in this music square, all the ghosts who come in have found their seats and sat on the chairs with the beer capped open, and quietly moved forward with my back.

I deliberately stopped singing, hung their appetite by playing hunger marketing, and when I walked quickly onto the wide, empty stage, I found a shelf backstage where I could hold up a microphone, and then grabbed a chair and slashed it back into the center of the stage.

This turn around has shocked me enough.

In just five minutes, almost 6,000 chairs were taken up by the ghosts in the entire music square, and those who had no seats had to stand in the aisles while waiting for my performance.

Every minute that passes, a large group of ghosts rush in, as if there is a phenomenon of ghosts passing on ghosts, and the nature of loving to watch the excitement before death expands even more after death. There are no ghosts who respect Sima Tongzhao, so Sima Tongzhao has no place to sit.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

I held a beer in my left hand, a microphone in my right hand, and coughed twice to try my timbre. An artifact is an artifact after all, no matter how big the scene is, it is enough, and the sound of the sound reaches the ears of the ghost at the end of the music square, and it is still clearly audible.

"Hello everyone!"

Last time, the scene was not as big as this scene, I was more or less weak-minded, seven or eight thousand pairs of ghost eyes looked directly at me, and the eyes of the ghosts were very transparent, so it was like seven or eight pairs of night pearls illuminating every inch of darkness in the room.

They didn't respond to me, and they didn't applaud.

I put down my beer, then summoned the sinister guitar, hung the guitar strap behind my back, stood up and gently swept the strings, the two emotional artifacts folded together and went deeper into the ghost's heart.

Sima Tongzhao in the corner quietly took out his ultra-long standby smartphone, clicked on the live broadcast app of "You Have to Die Three Watches", and applied for a live broadcast room for himself with permission, stretching the mobile phone camera infinitely, the picture was magnified countless times and was not blurred, and my every move could be seen in the live broadcast room.

He hated me for not dying and gave the live broadcast room a very dazzling title.

"Shocked! The live broadcast god is actually Meng Po, I didn't expect him to ......"

What a title!

I never expected that Sima Tongzhao was also the title party.

He hung up his live broadcast room on the spot, and the network signal was excellent without the slightest lag, and those ghosts who were idle at home in the middle of the night and idle until their eggs hurt instantly noticed this title and the screenshot photo of me wearing women's clothes.

"Zhao Dacang has started a live broadcast!?"

"! Tell your friends and family! ”

"Good news! Great news! Zhao Dacang has started the live broadcast!"

……

In this way, I, who is famous, attracted countless traffic for Sima Tongzhao's live broadcast room call, and in just one minute, the number of ghosts in the live broadcast room exceeded seven figures. If you have to choose a civilian star in the underworld, then in the eyes of the ghosts, it is naturally Zhao Cannon.

Moreover, Sima Tongzhao betrayed his teammates, and kept explaining that I was in a state of disguise in the live broadcast room, and I would know what was going on when I started performing in a while.

But what happened, I don't know.

I played the guitar at random, and the tune automatically became the song in my heart, and the acoustic guitar gave off the tone of a dynamic electric guitar. I shook my head frantically, pulling my neck with a hoarse voice and howling: "Kill him!" Kill me too, by the way! ”

"Kill him! Kill me too, by the way! ”

The echo was loud, the aftermath was lingering, and the song was like three thousand iron horsemen on the battlefield galloping through the field in the ears of every ghost, crisscrossing the world. The impact shattered the dilapidated walls in their hearts, and the horse's hooves trampled on their powerless hearts in the face of death, and the memories went back to the top of their heads, and goosebumps all over their bodies

"You said it was a dream, that's why it hurts! Let's talk about it when you wake up! ”

I almost pronounced this sentence, the five fingers of my left hand rode the horse on the strings of the west wind and played it blindly, and the next sentence piled up the troubles and sorrows that I had nothing to do about the future and the past in my throat, and gave up on myself in the face of the release of the storm, sweeping away those damn emotions, and the broken voice of my voice was still singing: "But those frustrations and fears are still there!" I sold my hometown! My lover has been deceived! But those frustrations and fears remain! I sold my hometown! My lover has been deceived! I don't want ideals! Don't want to be strong either! ”

"Kill him! Kill me by the way! Please! ”

"Buzz!"

The banner in the rainy night was shattered by the wind and rain.

Ethereal souls run wild in the rain.

It is the strength of the people.

It's for the confusion of ghosts.

The singing is particularly unpleasant, but it succeeds in resonating with the ghosts.

"Kill him! Kill me by the way! ”

"Kill him! Kill me by the way! ”

…………

The ghost's translucent gaze was finally stained red with blood, and they clenched their fists and raised their arms to beat themselves, their voices uneven, and their voices each shouted about the memories of their past lives and the past that were about to be fragmented.

"Bleeding for what!"

"For whom are the tears!"

"I hid in the night and teased Black!"

"Because no one can kill a ghost!"

I sang in a low voice, and I looked up, unaware of the tears.

Looking at the thousands of ghosts that have been pupated into a music square with no open space, I don't know what touched me. The eye of cause and effect automatically opened, and I looked at the unfortunate or fortunate fate of tens of thousands of ghosts in their lifetimes, poor or rich families, broken or happy lives. At this moment, I vaguely got an epiphany, unloaded my burden, and vented the stone pressed in my heart to the fullest: "Please offer all the pain!" Change the wind that swarms my arms! ”

"Live like this for thirty years, until life collapses."

"The rules cover the road to the other side."

"Sorrow soaks our faces!"

I took it off in one go, sat on the chair, adjusted the microphone stand, and put the NetEase cloud microphone to my lips: "If you have time, you will come to see me...... See how the snow ages...... How do my eyes melt...... If you see me...... Please turn around in surprise. ”

"I'm afraid of my tears, my gray hair."

"Like a shameful joke."