Wu Xiaobei clapped his hands and swaggered out of the darkness, wearing black "Ray-Ban" glasses, with a cynical face, and he did not lose to the woman in red at all in momentum.

"You know this tune?" The woman in red turned her head and asked Wu Xiaobei, as unrestrained as asking an acquaintance.

"Ah, this is natural," Wu Xiaobei raised his "Ray-Ban" glasses and said with a smug smile, "An American wrote a masterpiece "Confessional Song", I heard that the kid jumped off the building after writing the song, so that no one dares to pass it on now, no one dares to perform, probably because he is afraid of causing disaster, this song is also called "Devil's Song", right?" ”

The woman in red nodded in the dark, and then smiled, "It's kind of interesting." How do you feel about it? ”

"It's a bit like a lullaby, if it weren't for the wine and the special spirit, I'm afraid I would have fallen asleep early," Wu Xiaobei said half-jokingly.

"It doesn't scare the cat, does it?" The woman in red laughed out loud, "That kitten is very cute. ”

"It's not a cat, it's a pig," Wu Xiaobei said as he sat on the sofa.

"Pigs? What do you mean by that," the woman in red asked.

"It's asleep at this point. As soon as you fall asleep, you are like a dead pig, and you won't wake up when there is thunder, let alone piano music. Wu Xiaobei said with a smile.

"That's good. You know, not everyone likes the tunes I play! The woman in red smiled half-coquettishly.

"There aren't many people who know the goods," Wu Xiaobei nodded.

"Then I'll have another one?" The woman in red turned her head in the darkness and asked, her eyes shining with a cold light.

"I can't ask for it," Wu Xiaobei cocked Erlang's legs, and put his arms on the back of the sofa, with a proud and unsightly look at the world.

The woman was in the dark, and said quietly, "If you don't accept the devil's call, then come and see my eyes!" ”

The slender fingers of the woman in red suddenly slammed down on the keys, and the evil notes suddenly sounded in the darkness, like an evil ghost that appeared in front of the eyes of mortals in an instant, and could make people breathe suddenly. That song is by no means an ordinary song in the world, it is extremely eerie and terrifying, with the breath of white bones, with the smell of rotting corpses, mixed with the cunning of the devil, hiding the hideousness of man-eating beasts, like a sea of devouring blood that instantly fills the entire space. And the most terrifying thing is that the malicious, bloody harmony and melody of the song finally turned into a pair of eyes with deep evil and resentment in the air, and with the power of death, they began to absorb the soul of everything they could reach.

The flowers and plants in front of the window could not resist the evil of the music, and instantly withered, turned into black powder, and fell on the marble floor. With the gradually high-pitched and passionate music, some small visible cracks appeared in the glass with dark wounds on several sides, and then gradually expanded, and after a series of small "beep horn" popping sounds, several glass windows exploded at the same time, turned into powder, and fell to the ground.

And Wu Xiaobei's location is obviously the focus of this evil force's attack, the leather sofa he is sitting on, from the surface to the inside, is twisting, struggling, shrinking, obviously experiencing some kind of indescribable pain, I believe that if the sofa had a mouth, it would have started screaming a long time ago. Wu Xiaobei's clothes also had some reactions, and Wu Xiaobei's whole person was also smart, but he didn't look painful and sad, and he still had an indifferent expression on his face.

The music that tortured the soul was finally over, and the woman in red turned her head and saw that Wu Xiaobei was safe and sound, so she couldn't help but snort coldly and didn't say anything.

Seeing that the woman finished playing, Wu Xiaobei raised his chin, applauded the woman extremely chic and praised: "The Thirteenth Pair of Eyes, although it comes from a small tribe in Africa and no one cares about it, but when it comes to your hands, it immediately becomes a pleasant and beautiful music, which is really wonderful." Those eyes are so soul-striking! I almost got sucked, hehe! ”

The woman in red heard Wu Xiaobei praise her for playing well, suddenly laughed out loud, nodded twice, and said to Wu Xiaobei: "Young Master Wu is really a bit of a Taoist, it seems that I didn't come in vain this time." ”

"That's nature," Wu Xiaobei triumphantly and arrogantly, "You shouldn't have come to talk to me about music in the middle of the night, right?" ”

"Who says it isn't!" In the dark, the woman in red turned her face and glanced at Wu Xiaobei charmingly, I don't know if it was a joke or a perverse personality, and said, "I think you haven't heard enough, do you want to do another song?" ”

"Listen to me," Wu Xiaobei looked up to the sky and laughed, arrogantly dry clouds, "I am afraid that there is no second place in this world except you, the opportunity to feast your ears is one more time, and if you have a beautiful tune, just play it!" ”

"Okay," the woman in red suddenly looked cold as a knife, and swiped the five slender jade fingers of her right hand on the keys, and began to play a new song.

The music played on the keys seemed to come directly from the secluded underworld, turning into countless invisible magic hands, instantly soaking everything in the room, including Wu Xiaobei. It touches everything, penetrates everything, pulls at everything, roars at everything, whispers at everything, whether the object is dead or alive. A few turns in the song, the music is like a white ghost with cold tears in the ancient tomb, pouring out all the pain, making people powerless to guard against it...... It is a tremor of the soul, a strange trauma, an indescribable obscurity, a mourning resonance, a strange magic, an accumulation of melancholy, a deep sinking of the soul......

Without warning, the glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows suddenly exploded, and the broken glass splashed everywhere, falling on the marble floor like a waterfall, "crackling" with a "crackling" sound. A few more crunchs followed, and several pieces of marble floors more than inches thick also broke in the music, and the song was simply an invisible weapon to kill.

Wu Xiaobei sat on the sofa, still without any expression on his face, he looked very much like Schwaxinge in "The Terminator", but his neck kept stretching out, looking like Wang Ba who was about to turn over, and like a stroke, I don't know if he was tricked.

After the song was played, Wu Xiaobei's neck also stopped moving with the disappearance of the last note and returned to normal.

"How?" The woman in red turned her head and asked Wu Xiaobeidao.

Wu Xiaobei pointed at the woman and said proudly: "Black Sunday." There is a legend that anyone who listens to "Black Sunday" will get schizophrenia, depression, and eventually all commit suicide. I really can't understand why they can't think about it so much, this song is so beautiful, it's the best, it's great, I give it 100 points! ”

"Haha, it's only interesting to sell the goods to the family," the woman in red buttoned the key cover, picked up the red wine on the piano and drank it all, and then got up a few Wu Xiaobei walked over, swaying, charming and moving.

The woman in red walked a few steps, raised her hand, and hundreds of lights in the hall lit up at the same time, and the room was immediately golden and bright.

The woman was tall, bumpy, and her skin was like congealed fat. has black and oily black hair, a pair of big watery eyes on the face of melon seeds, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and full lips, as beautiful as a fairy. Looking at three points like Fan Bingbing, three points like Li Bingbing, a little like Gong Li, a little like Yang Mi, and a little like a warmer, to put it bluntly, it is a collection of thousands of favors, and it is beautiful to the extreme.

This is much more powerful than the three murderous songs, Wu Xiaobei immediately trembled with excitement, shook off his glasses, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to straighten it out.

Wu Xiaobei stood up, killing there like a wooden stake, his eyes staring directly at the beautiful woman.

The woman was very clever, and she saw Wu Xiaobei's abnormality clearly, not only did she not mind, but she even laughed understandingly, and said with something in her words: "Young Master Wu is really a lover!" ”

Wu Xiaobei suddenly laughed profligately, his whole body trembled with laughter, and he looked like a big silver thief.