Just above the second floor, the terrifying noise of the harp spread out from Bane's hand to the sound of countless water crashing streams, spilling in all directions, and equally below.

The sound of the piano, which had been like flowing water, suddenly went berserk and turned into fire and lava, igniting all disguises to perfection.

"Write it out!"

Bane stared coldly at the candidates at his feet, his eyes contemptuous as dust, and on the crystal-like floor, his shadow spilled downward, like an amorphous and terrifying creature that defied the law and quickly spread out, piercing into everyone's shadows.

In an instant, everyone involuntarily straightened up as if they had been struck by thunder and grabbed their pens.

A demonic roar sounded from the hearts of every candidate:

"-- Write down the most painful secrets of your hearts!"

The cacophony soared, like the friction of a chainsaw and a sword!

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"Dad, brother, I'm sorry for you!"

In the examination room, a boy who looked to be about seventeen years old suddenly burst into tears, grabbed a pen and wrote frantically on the blank examination paper:

"I'm sorry, I didn't make it to the test, I didn't study music theory well. Shame on the family...... Please forgive me!"

In his pen, the face of a poor family emerges. He worked hard, borrowed a lot of money, and raised the youngest man who was educated by himself. The elder brother who took care of himself since he was a child, but grew up and gradually became estranged from him because of money. There are also self who find it difficult to get good grades no matter what......

"Hahaha! y'all deserve to die!

In the corner, a red-eyed man laughed wildly, clutching a pen in his hand and stabbing the air in front of him like a knife, writing names on the paper.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Severus...... A dozen names all had a giant cross on them, like a death list. He kept his saliva and smiled hideously, "Everyone should die! everyone who prevents Uncle Draco from reviving the family will die!"

"Give me the money first, I want a deposit!"

A slender candidate with a blazing light in his eyes quickly wrote his plan on a piece of paper: "I promise you, all of you." As long as I infiltrate the academy, I'll help you steal that thing......"

......

Above the second floor, the examiners stared coldly at the ugliness of the examination room, indifferently recording their performance behind their own lists.

"I didn't expect it to be a spy?"

Someone saw the rickety examinee and shook his head coldly: "After the exam, it will be transferred to the Discipline Department." ”

The female examiner in charge of the northeast corner raised her hand: "Two have also been found here, they are undercover agents sent by other schools to infiltrate the academy." ”

"This man actually beat his sister's idea? ”

"The character is gloomy, drive out. ”

"There are even murderers? ”

"This person falsified the medical examination report and kicked him out. ”

This is the last difficulty hidden in this exam, and under the guidance of the music that unconsciously penetrates into everyone's heart, everyone will involuntarily confide in the deepest secrets hidden in their hearts.

Besides, this is the 'Shadow of Torture' played by an official musician, and even a spy who has gone through anti-torture cannot hide it, let alone a group of weak-minded minors?

The corners of Bane's mouth curled into a cold smile, and he was stunned when his eyes swept over the teenager in the center of the examination room.

In his seat, Ye Qingxuan held his head with difficulty, writhing in pain, as if struggling in a nightmare. The palms of his hands twitched, but he refused to grab the pen.

His mind resisted, fiercely resisting the erosion of the music.

"Sure enough. ”

Bane sneered and raised his voice, "Let me see, what is hidden in your little heart?"

On the seat, the boy's body writhed wildly, like a dying snake. He clutched the pen in his palm, but refused to write down a word.

He's still resisting! Resisting hard......

"Speak up. ”

Bane roared, his voice rising two octaves to sharpening his voice.

“......”

The white-haired boy ** in pain, his body trembling violently. He was about to lose it.

"Tell me it!" It was as if a demon was roaring in his ears, shocking. The sound of the piano became more and more high-pitched.

As if a strong electric current had passed through his body, Ye Qingxuan suddenly bounced up from his seat, his eyes white.

He still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

In the end, the sound of the piano was like countless glasses shattering in an instant, and iron slag fell from the air, rubbing against each other...... The cacophony almost affected the other examiners present. Before you know it, you've exceeded the safety threshold by more than three times!

This is no longer a mild exam, but a vicious torture of the soul!

A terrible pressure that even adults can't bear!

"Say it all!"

Bane's pupils turned blood-red, containing the poison and madness of the whole hell, and his voice echoed in the boy's heart like thunder: "Tell me all your dirty secrets!"

Click!

As if the last string had snapped, the boy's body froze suddenly, and he grasped his pen and opened his mouth with difficulty. He tilted his head and stared at the unseen sky, his eyes rolling.

Under vicious persecution, his mental defense finally collapsed completely.

"That's right, say it. ”

Bane shrieked happily, "Say it! Say it! The biggest secret in your heart...... Reveal all your gutter thoughts in this sun!"

In the midst of his wild laughter, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth with difficulty, and praised in a painful voice:

“――！”

“......”

For an instant, Bane was stunned: "...... Huh?!"

"I will fill this river and make it flow, for you, my Lord, for you. ”

The boy chanted intently, spread his hands, and drew a holy emblem in the air: "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name! Thy kingdom come! Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven......

In the afternoon sun, when the young man put his hands on his chest, he was moved to tears by God's teachings, and reverently praised the glory of the Lord. In the faint halo, his figure was like that of a saint...... That's weird!

What the hell is this?!

What the is this!

What the hell is going on!

Bane's complexion turned from iron blue to crimson, and he felt what it means to collapse......

In the afternoon sun, the exam room was like a madhouse.

Some curse fate angrily, some cry in fear, and some greedily thirst for money. Someone is striptease while writing pornographic novels. Someone wrote with a hideous face how to kill all the brothers and sisters who were fighting for inheritance with him one by one.

In the midst of the chaotic dance of the demons, only the white-haired boy shed two lines of tears of pity for the world, and buried himself in copying the immortal classics of a hundred years ago, engraved in the dogma of every devout believer.

-- "The Self-cultivation of the Clergy"

His smile was merciful, his tears were merciful, like a flawless saint, as if the Lord had come down from heaven and landed on him. On his fingertips, an inconspicuous ring silently refracted a silvery glow.

Praise be to you, O God, Hallelujah!!

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Ye Qingxuan had a dream, and the dream was vague.

At first, noisy voices came from all directions, and pain filled my heart.

But just when he was about to lose it, suddenly all the noisy sounds disappeared, like a dream angrily bouncing off the foreign noise.

All the torture dissipated, and he returned to the church.

In the afternoon sun, Father Bann held this book in his hand, and his eyes solemnly guided him to sing hymns, and the elegant poetry almost moved Ye Qingxuan to tears.

He was so immersed in this strange emotion that he could not help himself in the praise of this great god. He copied God's teachings and the sayings of the saints.

In this dream, everything seems to be normal, except that the ring is slightly hot and flashes with a strange light.

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When he woke up, it was already early afternoon, close to evening.

He found himself no longer in an exam room, but leaning back in a fluffy chair, which was spacious and bright in an office.

Across from him, Bane, grim-faced, put down the rattle in his hand and glared at him fiercely.

"Ye Qingxuan?" he asked.

Ye Qingxuan nodded blankly.

"Congratulations, you passed the written exam. ”

Bane gritted his teeth and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Full marks." ”

"Hey. Ye Qingxuan laughed embarrassedly: "Everyone takes care of me." ”

Take care of your mother!

Bane wanted to flip the table again, and when he remembered the scene in the exam room just now, he felt a little pain.

What kind of medicine did this little neuropathy take?! It is not enough for a person to become a neuropathy inexplicably, and he has become possessed by a god. More than a dozen guilty candidates were touched on the spot, and everyone wailed and hugged his thighs and prayed for the Lord's forgiveness, and then changed their ways...... Then the confessions written down by everyone seemed to have been washed by the holy light, innocent like a little lotus!

The Royal Academy of Music has a 100-year history! This kind of examination has been conducted more than 40 times! There has never been such a bullshit thing!

Because of this bastard, the pass rate this time was over 80 percent! But this incident was still caused by Bane, and he had to swallow all the consequences himself...... The aristocratic faction's counterattack with great fanfare, because of the timely release of the dean's bastard, and this guy's obstruction, can only end without a problem......

Thinking of this, Bane couldn't help but want to grab this little bastard and beat him up. But thinking of that recommendation letter whose authenticity was unknown, he could only suppress his anger and squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Don't be too happy, little bastard. The exam isn't over yet, so we'll see!

"Because it is difficult to get together the teachers of each college, the actual test can only be done after 10 days. ”

He forced a smile and maintained a gentle voice: "At that time, in addition to the exam, the department assignment will be carried out on the spot. I'm looking forward to seeing how you do then. ”

"What is that?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and had an ominous premonition.

"Don't you know?"

Bane asked knowingly, with a look of surprise on his face: "The Royal Academy of Music has always required both knowledge and practice, so the actual test is also an important part of the examination process. ”

He paused and said softly, "This session is mainly to determine the basic qualities of the candidates, as long as they can use the notes correctly and interact with the 'ether'. But for a good candidate like you, it's not a problem to think about. ”

After speaking, he subtly glanced at Ye Qingxuan's eyes, and sneered softly in a voice that he could only hear. Of course, someone like you who hasn't interacted with the Aether at all is a different story.

Ye Qingxuan was petrified.

After being silent for a long time, he asked softly, "...... What happens if I don't get through?"

"Brush it off. Bane spread his hands lightly, his voice cold.

Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

The meaning of brushing off is definitely not to brush the dishes for the Royal Academy of Music, if you can't pass it, you really won't even have the opportunity to brush the plates! But the problem is that except for the last time when he was near death in the jungle, Ye Qingxuan hadn't sensed the ether for nearly ten years!

"This ...... Can't you be accommodating?" Ye Qingxuan asked weakly.

"No, I can't. ”

Bane shook his head, "Have you ever heard of a magician without magical powers?"

Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant and fell silent.

A magician without magic is not a magician, and can only play tricks on the streets. In the same way, what does a musician who can't control the ether have to do with a musician?

Wouldn't it be nice to go to a tavern and play the shamisen?

Ye Qingxuan did a lot of calculations, but he didn't count the enrollment and asked for this.

He thought that he would have a lot of time to solve his problems after entering the school, but he didn't expect the test to come so quickly. He turned in silence, asked where the ether orbs were for sale, and headed straight for the store.

Ten days later, the actual measurement. There is no time for hesitation and fooling.

Only then can you step on the door of the musician's path.

If you can't get through, everything will be over.