The dim music classroom was so quiet that the two could only hear each other's breathing and heartbeat, and the faint light of the flashlight software on the mobile phone illuminated the faces of the two and the smiling faces of the musician wearing a white curly wig not far behind them, Yang Kang felt that the sculpture seemed to be watching them, and the eyes of the sculpture seemed to flow with the spirituality of a living person!

"The first thing to start with is to recite this strange incantation, have you memorized it? According to the requirements of Buddhism, meditation is to be quiet in the heart, close the eyes and meditate, concentrate on the mind, and recite the mantra when there is nothing to be called respect. If you're not sincere, something might go wrong, right? "It's like the moon asking Yang Kang.

"I didn't think you still knew anything about Buddhism? However, since we are only inviting a small pen immortal, there should not be as many requests as great sages like the Buddha, as long as we read it in our hearts...... Okay, right? I, Yang Kang, am a layman, and I am far from being able to do anything, so I concentrate on it, but my brain is still quite good, and I still memorize such a small sentence with a casual sweep. "If Yang Kang can meditate and meditate like an old monk, what else is he chasing like the moon!

The past life repeats the previous life, I invite the past life to come, the past life has died and the next life comes, and there is no life in the next life. Yang Kang and Wan Ruyue began to close their eyes and meditate at the same time, and after the first time, nothing happened.

When reciting for the second time, Yang Kang faintly heard the footsteps of people outside the door, first the monotonous footsteps of one person, and then many people's, as if the door had become a crowded downtown in a few breaths.

The third time he recited, there were several tracks of the tables and chairs scattered in the music classroom and moved silently, Yang Kang and Wanruyue felt a chill on their backs at the same time, and an invisible cold wind passed quietly past them, he knew that there was really something passing through the classroom and was walking towards them step by step.

"Is it coming?" Yang resisted a shiver, the air he exhaled was covered with a cold mist, just silently reciting three words in his heart, the air in the music classroom dropped at least ten degrees at once, this was the end of winter and spring, first there was a sudden heavy snowfall, and now this cold fog drilled into the classroom, and suddenly the temperature of the classroom fell to zero.

"Whether you come or not, since we've started, let's keep going." Ruyue hugged her arms, rubbed her hands, and ran towards the pitch-black piano.

She sat calmly in front of the piano, opened the sheet music on the music stand, and skillfully smeared a few syllables on the piano with her bare hands, and her hands changed and fluttered like two butterflies flying leisurely.

"I've known each other for almost two years, and it's the first time I know that you can play the piano. Yang Kang asked in surprise.

"My father taught me to play the piano since I was a child, do you remember that 'Soul Voice' piano competition at the door? My father was one of the main judges of that competition, and he was a pianist who used to play at the National Concert Hall in the imperial capital, and playing this piano was a piece of cake for me. When Ruyue talked about her father, she did not hide her pride and pride.

"I don't know much about music, but can you tell me what kind of music is on this piano score?" Yang Kang leaned over and roughly swept the yellowed score on the piano after countless years, only to see a bunch of dizzy staves, and a string of elegant characters on the staves, he still passed English level 4, but he was sure that it was definitely not English.

"La|lune|sur|l'éloge|funèbre," said the pleasant voice as the moon frowned slightly: "The eulogy on the moon, this is in French, the name is really incomprehensible." ”

"I'm going? You still know French?! Yang Kang was stunned.

"I grew up in Paris, why do you think I know French? This doesn't matter, the problem is that this piece is very difficult, there are many key changes, long turns, and the final rhythm is simply fast and frustrating, and the rhythm of the opening is completely indistinguishable from the normal rhythm of the music, and more importantly, it wants me to bounce it! Are the three girls sure they followed this order to summon the pen fairy? This second step of rebounding piano music is basically impossible to do without professional standards! The more she looked at this piano score, the more frightened she felt, and her heart could almost simultaneously resound with those staves.

Like the moon, she read the score three times before she began to play without the slightest confidence.

Strange notes jumped in the music classroom, and at the beginning were the highest sharp syllables, reminiscent of thunder and explosions, violent storms, and the gods roaring in the sky to start a battle of the world, like the moon's hand following the score to draw countless afterimages, she entered a state of immersion and concentration at the beginning, her eyes stared at the score, no longer moving, not even blinking her eyes.

The thunder jumped like a dragon and a snake, piercing through the thick dark clouds and jumping above the boundless sea of clouds, a clear moon above the sea of clouds spread a blue light to the world, the war between gods and gods ended, the corpses of gods fell from the sky into the world, and angels sang an elegy of sorrow......

The sound of the piano goes to the second part of the melodious and relatively low but still eccentric, reminiscent of countless people praying and mourning under the moonlight, and the intense and indissoluble sadness seems to drown the two people in the room, which is a kind of piety and sorrow that belongs to religion alone, with a strong atmosphere of faith. What's even more bizarre is that with the playing of the moon, the walls of the old teaching building began to overflow with jet-black liquid, and those liquids dripped down the walls, as if the walls were crying, and cracks spread from the ground to the ceiling, like the branches of ancient trees growing wantonly, and the tables and chairs all over the ground began to tremble slightly, as if they had life......

Yang Kang stood vigilantly next to the piano, clenching the pistol in his hand, now it was like Ruyue had completely fallen into a state of playing, she was not aware of all the changes in the outside world, Yang Kang didn't know whether he should interrupt her or let her continue playing.

The piano played to the third part of the end, Ruyue looked at the score affectionately and devotedly, her eyes were filled with a faint confusion and sadness, her piano sound soothed, the piano sound became lower and lower, and finally it could not be called music at all, more like the groans of a sick person from hell, lower and lower, slower and slower, the dying man was looking at this world with reluctant and illusory eyes, his heart was rushing with twisted longing and sin, his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Death was taking unhurried steps to give him the tenderest and darkest visit in the world, and the last rose that grew on the cross was gradually withering and withering......

The laughter on the face of the musician statue turned into sadness, he lowered his head, dropped the baton in his hand, he covered his face with both hands, as if tears would flow out of his stone eyes, the walls and floors had been dyed mottled by the spreading darkness, the time of this world seemed to pass quickly, the wall skin fell off and rolled, the black liquid gushing out dried and condensed along the cracks, the old-fashioned incandescent lights that had been extinguished in the music classroom suddenly turned on, and the miserable white light flickered and flickered, shaking Yang Kang's eyes for a while.

As if the moon had finished playing the last syllable, she let out a long breath, opened her dim eyes, and then noticed the earth-shaking changes around her, but she did not show much surprise, she just leaned back on the back chair of the piano weakly, and said in a low and sad voice:

"After playing this song, I felt very uncomfortable in my heart, and I even had an urge to end my life in the next moment and say goodbye to this desperate world completely."

"Do we really, are we going to continue?" Yang Kang looked worriedly at the more and more wrong state of Ruyue, he knew that something forbidden was waking up step by step with their ritual, approaching step by step, and now, that disembodied existence was closer to them than ever, and was watching them carefully with its cold and sickly gaze.

"Remember the message in that message? If the ritual is interrupted or performed incorrectly, something more unpredictable may happen, don't you understand? We're ...... now," Ruyue stood up from her seat, her expression resolute and apprehensive.

"There's no way back!"

Wan Ruyue and Yang Kang walked back to the podium, which had become old and stained with dirty black slime, and Wan Ruyue took out the gel pen from her pocket, held it in the palm of her left hand, and stretched it out to Yang Kang.

Yang Kang hesitantly reached out his right hand and grabbed the delicate and soft left hand of the moon, feeling the ice in her hand.

"By the way, remember a taboo in the game of pen fairy, never ask how the pen fairy died!" Wan Ruyue suddenly remembered this, and she hadn't even told Yang Kang yet.

"I've heard of this, I'm not a genius in the death world!" Although Yang Kang had never played the pen fairy, he had seen such a famous taboo in Tianya before.

The two men stood staring at each other, holding the same pen in their left and right hands, and the pen was hovering over the one that was more than a dozen centimeters flat on the lectern.

"Hey," Yang Kang said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" It's like the moon asking.

At this time, the two of them felt at the same time that something as cold as ice got into the gel pen in their hands.

"If we're all still alive after this incident is over......" Yang said.

"What if they're all alive?" Ruyue noticed that a rare shyness flashed on Yang Kang's face.

The gel pens in their hands began to tremble on their own. Both felt it at the same time, as if a third invisible person had already grasped the pen.

"How about being my girlfriend?" Yang Kang actually laughed at such a time.

"Let's wait until we're all alive." Wan Ruyue rolled her eyes, feeling that Yang Kang's disconnection was simply too strong, and she still had the heart to think about these in this environment.

However, if people do not always hold a glimmer of hope for the future in their hearts, then not continuing to live is also a kind of greatest torture in the world?