Su Que felt her body falling, the cold wind wrapped around her body, pouring into her clothes to absorb her heat, and it seemed that even the originally warm clothes became cold and refreshing.

Su Que's mind was pale, her heart was in a panic, the uneven wall was rapidly slashing in front of her eyes, her hand subconsciously grabbed the rope in front of her, the rough rope strangled her hand and her hand hurt, but she still poured all her strength into her hand and held it tightly, and her feet on one side were also kicking around, as if she was trying to find a solid place to stay.

Su Que was half-hanging beside the building, holding the rope tightly with one hand, but half of her body was hanging in the air, and a feeling of weightlessness swept through her whole body, and her body was as heavy as lead.

Su Que didn't know how many floors she had fallen to, the cold wind blew her fingers stiff, she knew that she had to find a place to settle quickly, otherwise she would fall down sooner or later due to loss of strength.

The cold wind carried the staccato sound of the piano from the window overhead, faintly accompanied by the shrill cries of the nameless.

Su Que's heart moved: The nameless person can't play the piano, and the person who plays the piano must be a human with special abilities.

Su Que tightened his grip on the rope, his muscles tightened, and he used the experience of his previous life to suddenly flip upward, and with a "bang", he stepped on the white cube-shaped electric fan next to the window.

The cold wind was still whining, and Su Que's hair was scattered and her eyelids were painful, but she didn't care about it now.

Su Que stabilized himself on the white electric fan, then jumped to the edge of the window with a leap, held the rope, squatted down slightly, and looked in. The curtains were drawn in the house—

The head of the household apparently had no idea that sunlight was capable of killing these terrible monsters.

Su Que saw a slender figure through the small gap between the curtains, a young man in white who was about the same age as her, sitting in front of the piano and playing the piano.

His delicate face, his eyes were swollen, his hair was disheveled, his white shirt was torn in many places, and dried blood covered his pants.

The furniture in the room toppled over, black shadows surged, countless sharp whistling sounds surrounded the piano, and strange smiles filled almost all shadows.

In the distance, there was a pile of bloody corpses, several of the disgraced ones were gnawing, their huge, hideous mouths stained with milky fat and white brains, and the chewing sound was loud and piercing.

The young man looked at the pile of corpses with a look of despair, his swollen red eyes faintly overflowing with tears, and the clear sound of the piano was intermittent, like a protective shield, bravely guarding his master's side to hinder the approach of the nameless.

But the slender fingers had already popped out of the blood, and whether it was a mispronunciation or a lack of sound, it undoubtedly gave the disgraced a chance to fight back.

The young man sat on the piano bench and couldn't defend himself, so he could only let the black shadow add another blood mark to his body, and several deep and bony wounds on his body were gurgling blood.

The young man's face was a little pale, and even if the piano was still ringing, he was afraid that he would not last long.

Su Que didn't know who this young man was, but he had also vaguely heard that there was a piano genius living on the sixth floor of this building.

He is a single-parent family, and after the death of his father, he has been taken by his mother, who has not remarried for her children, but has been earning money for him to study, and he has been working hard.

His hard work paid off, and his efforts earned him the approval of many teachers, and he could hear the sound of the piano coming from his room day and night.

It was also in this way that Su Que heard the story of this young man.

Looking at the scene in the house, the bloody corpse seemed to be his mother.

The pain of losing a loved one is enough to drive a man crazy, and it's no wonder he's so desperate.

Su Que faintly moved his heart of compassion.

Although he knew that meddling in the last days was the most taboo, and countless strong people had just lost their lives because of a moment of soft-heartedness, Su Que still couldn't watch a living person being eaten by the nameless in front of his eyes.

Su Que lowered his eyes, sighed silently in his heart, and looked at the small iron basket under the window of this house.

In the basket were bags of fresh pork, a box of fish, and a mop handle that had long since been broken.

Su Que stood on the edge of the window to stabilize his body, his footsteps slowly leaned towards the iron basket, grabbed the rusty iron handle on the edge of the iron basket with one hand, and slammed it towards the window with the steel iron head.

The fragile glass collided with the hard iron handle, shattering in response, making a crisp sound, which was exceptionally loud.

Some glass ballast splashed on the boy's body.

The boy felt as if someone had entered through the window, but he couldn't turn back, because as soon as he turned around, the sound of the piano would stop, and he could only secretly pray in his heart that it was a human being, but there was a slight astringency in his heart.

His mother is dead, and if he is a disgraced person, he can go to Huangquan to accompany his mother, which seems to be no big deal.

The young man's heart suddenly became indifferent, he lowered his eyes slightly, and did not look behind him, his bloodstained hands were still playing the piano in an orderly manner.

Su Que quickly untied the rope on his body, entered through the hole in the glass, jumped onto the wide gray and black windowsill, and then opened the curtain violently, and the cold sunlight entered the dark room, illuminating the Jedi like the dawn, and a large number of nameless people died in response to the light.

Suddenly, a large blank space was vacated in the place where the sun shone on the eightfold phantom sun.

The boy sat on the piano bench, squinting slightly at the glare of the light.

Su Que rushed to the young man's side, grabbed his arm, and the young man was caught by Su Que and stumbled, deviating from the piano bench, and the clear piano sound stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, a large number of nameless people met fresh meat like evil wolves, and black shadows surged like waves, pounced on them with their fierce mouths open.

Su Que retreated into the sunlight, his left hand opened slightly, emitting a burst of bright electric light to force the nameless person back, and the other hand pushed the young man, asking him to quickly climb down the rope.

The young man was startled, turned his head and looked deeply at the bloody corpse, his white fists were clenched, his fingers pinched out the bloodstains, his body seemed to have a rush forward, but at the same time, he also knew his own ability, and his mind was full of reason and suppressed the impulse with an unprecedented will, but his heart was like a knife.

He glanced at Su Que's thin back again, and finally slowly turned his head and climbed down the stairs along the rope.

Su Que slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the young man had been safely evacuated.

She was originally here to save people, and she couldn't withdraw before the people left.

I thought he should hesitate and implicate, but I didn't think that he was reasonable, and he was decisive when he should make a choice.

Su Que glanced at the corpse and sighed in his heart.

The last thing that is most lacking is life and death.

She let out a burst of electric light from her hands, and slowly receded towards the window, the cool wind faintly blowing on her back, and a simple rope woven with curtains and sheets lingered in the center of the window.

At this time, Su Que noticed that there was a piece of paper on the messy wall that was still fortunately intact.

In order to prevent it from being another post-apocalyptic biological festival, she took a closer look, but it was the certificate that the boy had won in a piano competition, and it was stained on it, but she still faintly saw the name of the young man written in bold on it:

Ji Shuze

Su Que had a bad heart, and a sense of guilt for the young man hit his heart.

The end times of Vientiane stipulate that once one's name is in the hands of others, others will be able to know all the information about one's abilities.

Su Que only felt that his body was light, and a feeling like a baptism of warm water passed through his brain:

Name: Ji Shuze

Strength: Bronze

Ability: Desperate pianist [A strange person who caught the piano first]

Introduction: Every pianist has a history of despair, what if that despair turns into sound waves?

Please note that the propagation of sound requires a medium!