But I don't know why, with Ye Wudao's performance just now, the enthusiasm for the later concerts seems to have decreased a lot, although Ma Yiyi's later performances are still very exciting, and the songs are also very beautiful, but they always feel that they are not as shocked as Ye Wudao's previous songs.

No way, when he was on the stage just now, Ye Wudao was worried that he would really be booed off the stage and make him lose face, so he mixed some of his own private goods in the process of playing, and used his internal strength to make the sound vibrate, forming a kind of effect similar to the sound **, which is called a ghost if the effect is not good.

Until the end of the concert, the audience's minds were still the picture of Ye Wudao's erhu song, especially his last slight smile, if he was a woman, he would definitely be praised as a laugh.

And Ye Wudao's heart has long been out of concerts, he is preparing to wait for the things to be used, and his old rattan box is naturally in his hand.

"Ye Wudao, the effect of tonight's concert is very good, thanks to your credit, I will hold a celebration banquet at the Victoria Restaurant later, if you have time, come here, you are famous now, my company, my friends, my agent, most of the Xiangjiang entertainment industry and all kinds of reporters and media, now they are all asking me about you." Ma Yiyi looked at this guy with complicated eyes and said.

"That...... Besides, I don't know when I'm done, so I may not be able to rush over. Ye Wudao suddenly covered his forehead with cold sweat, and his legs twitched a little.

He didn't want to be famous, and he just played a piece of music with an erhu for the whole concert, which was only ten minutes before and after, and he didn't expect it to cause such a big sensation.

"I don't care, who made you so showy, you have to come anyway, our celebration banquet is going to be late. Ma Yiyi didn't want to let this guy go.

"Alright then, I'll try. Ye Wudao had no choice but to cry and laugh.

After the concert, the Red Pavilion was quickly cleared, and even the security guards chose to avoid it, of course, this was the way that Ye Wudao opened with money, and at this time, there were only a few Ye Wudao and them left in the entire Red Pavilion, and the time came to eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Xiao Han, Duan Susu, you two also avoid it, without my orders, you just stay in this house and don't come out, remember, don't come out, no matter what sound you hear outside, don't go out of this room, you know?"

Ye Wudao not only made everyone avoid, but even Song Yuhan and the others were no exception.

Song Yuhan and Duan Susu nodded, although they were very curious, but it was a matter of Zhao Shishi's life and death, and they didn't dare to mess around, while Ye Wudao took Zhao Shishi alone to a place where no one was.

"Miss Zhao, you have to be mentally prepared, you have only half a chance of surviving, if you have anything to say to your father, it's still too late. ”

Ye Wudao took out a mobile phone and handed it to her, and said to her.

Zhao Shishi was in a daze with Ye Wudao's mobile phone in her hand, it seemed that her heart was very hesitant and complicated, and after a while, she dialed Zhao Honghui's phone, but she didn't speak, just to listen to her father's voice.

"Is that you? Why don't you speak? Where are you now?"

Zhao Honghui saw a strange call, after he answered it, but the other party did not speak, only the sound of breathing, he immediately thought of his daughter, and hurriedly and anxiously shouted his daughter's name loudly into the phone, but after about a minute, the phone suddenly hung up, and when he called back, he found that the other party's mobile phone had been turned off.

"Miss Zhao, are you ready, is there anything else you need to explain?" Ye Wudao saw that she didn't speak, and understood her thoughts, so he could only sigh and ask in his heart.

Zhao Shishi shook her head, and Ye Wudao said to him: "Okay, Miss Zhao, let's get ready to start." ”

Ye Wudao took her to the middle of the Red Pavilion, the reason why Ye Wudao chose tonight was because tonight was the brightest day of the Big Dipper.

Ye Wudao asked her to sit down cross-legged, and then he opened the rattan wood box, took out the Soul Rejuvenation Divine Wood Needle, and stabbed it into the back of Zhao Shishi's neck, and Zhao Shishi was unconscious in an instant, but the strange thing was that she did not fall down, she was still sitting cross-legged.

Ye Wudao opened a bottle, buckled a little cinnabar out of the bottle with his fingers, then took off Zhao Shishi's blouse, thought about it, untied her underwear, and then dipped his fingers in cinnabar, and used cinnabar to draw a very complex talisman on the back of her jade.

This talisman started from her neck and fell to her tailbone, the entire talisman was composed of a single stroke, and it was not allowed to be interrupted, if anyone was here, they would find that Ye Wudao's fingers were emitting red light from beginning to end, and there was still a slight smoke on the top of his head.

After Ye Wudao finished drawing the talisman, he saw that the sweat on his body had already wet his underwear, and Ye Wudao also felt dizzy in his head, so he had to sit down cross-legged and rest for a while to recover his mental strength.

Martial arts use internal strength, while Taoism uses spiritual power, and it is also the ability to communicate with heaven and earth, don't look at Ye Wudao just now as simple as drawing a talisman behind Zhao Shishi's back, it was drawn by him using Taoism, not just casually drawing a few strokes with cinnabar, if it is so simple, then it is not called Taoism, it is called ghost painting.

Ye Wudao rested for a while before standing up, looking at the position of the Big Dipper in the sky and adjusting Zhao Shishi's body appropriately, although Ye Wudao kept telling himself that he was saving people.

However, when Ye Wudao saw the two majestic white snow peaks on Zhao Shishi's chest, it still made him feel ape for a while, and his brain was a little trance, if this Zhao Shishi was an ugly girl, it would be okay, but she was still one of the four beauties in Xiangjiang, and her appearance was comparable to that of Song Yuhan, if Ye Wudao didn't even have any reaction like this, then he would have to take a good look at the male department.

"Don't look at it...... Don't look ...... indecent manners"

Ye Wudao muttered a few words in his heart, forcibly withdrew his gaze from Zhao Shishi's holy snow peak, and then took out seven soul-returning black wood needles.

The first stabbed through the middle of her chest, the second through her navel, and the third into her Yintang, each with a different position from the black wood needle.