The current Nanjiao is no longer the Nanjiao of the past.

That's also a vote for supporters.

Just when the quarrel was about to start.

Finally someone sent a barrage

"Alright, all quiet, it's the last song.

Listen carefully. ”

I watched the stage go dark again.

Music plays.

The style of the music suddenly differed from the previous seven songs.

The lights came on, and a black throne was placed on the stage.

Blood skeletons are in the background.

There was a thick dark wind blowing in the scene.

Gradually, some people heard what kind of song it was

"I'll go, I Am Hell???"

"To sing such an unpopular song at such an important competition site??"

Passers-by asked suspiciously

"What song is 'I Am Hell'? Does it sound good? ”

Someone started popularizing science

I Am Hell, the song is set in the general setting of a teenage girl's parents who are killed by a powerful man.

But the bad guys get away with it and go unpunished.

Since then, the girl has become radical, and she no longer trusts anyone.

When she grew up, she first killed her enemies, and then began to punish those who were wicked.

Within a few years, the matter was exposed.

Police pursuit.

She shot herself in front of the police.

Just when it was time to popularize science, Nan Ji came to power.

As soon as she came to power.

The barrage swiped the screen

"Hold the grass, 666."

"Hold the grass, big guy, big guy, the hairs are standing up."

In the footage.

Nan Ji wore a black silk gauze dress.

The tail of the dress was torn and broken.

The white arms and shoulders were stained with blood.

The tear mole swayed, and the red lips hooked up to bring out the laziness.

Da-da-da-da.

The heels stomped on the crystal floor, making a crisp sound.

She stood still on stage.

That thick sense of melanism and crushing came to my face.

Raise the microphone, and a nice voice comes out.

"Everything in the world, mandala blossoms.

The wicked deceive me for being good, and laugh at my innocence.

On that day, his parents died at his hands.

I stood in the rain, desperate. ”

The music background rendering in front is particularly low and depressing.

In the barrage, many people began to be sarcastic

"What kind of broken song is this?"

"It's so depressing, I can't stand it anymore, so I withdraw."

"I really don't like this kind of song, it's uncomfortable to listen to."

"Can't you just sing a little about the beauty of the world? It's annoying. ”

When the barrage is swiping the screen.

Suddenly, the music began to change.

Enter the climax part.

Nan Ji stood there, her fingers raised.

"I came from hell.

Sacrifice my soul.

Even if it is broken bones.

Let there be no more wicked people in this world.

I reaped life with ease.

Let the wicked also taste the trembling of despair.

The devil wanders.

I am hell.

Let the wicked live in nightmares forever.

I have never been afraid to sacrifice myself. ”

The climax is coming.

Tick tock.

Nan Ji's hand stretched down, and blood fell.

Click, click, and fall to the ground.

Under the stage.

Ruan Mo stood backstage, looking at Nan Ji with dark eyes.

He watched as the blood from her hands dripped onto the stage.

The body is getting stiffer and stiffer.

All around, there was silence.

It seems that they are all immersed in this song.

With the repression of the song, the climax of the song.

Only Ruan Mo.

All eyes were on the bloody hand.

The cold appearance is different from the people around him.

Finally, the song was finished.

The live barrage fell into a lot of praise

"I'll go, 666."

"Big guy, I'm convinced."

"Nan Ji, I've really never seen such an awesome person."

"Convincing, convincing, worshipping."

"When Nan Ji sang this song, it was as if she really came from hell, it was terrifying."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's really a society."

"It's so fucking social."