"No, no...... Something went wrong...... Minor Accidents...... It's almost time now, and we're going to have to schedule other shows......"

"Then don't you call me on stage, if I don't go on stage, won't I become a mouse? No, the boys of Jiang University are all real heroes who stand up to the sky, how can they cringe?"

"Don't you have a musical instrument......

"Isn't it?" Zhang Chumo saw the long flute that was still on the table by Duan Zhixiao at a glance, and his figure flashed, and before Jiang Mingyu could react, he picked up the long flute and strode onto the stage.

Seeing Zhang Chumo come to power, the whole school was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, "Hero...... A good boy is still a horse leather shroud—"

"The strong man is angry, blood is splashed in five steps, Zhang Chumo, take care of you-"

"Raise your fists, get on-"

Frightened by the thunderous shouts below, the host shuddered, and the word cards turned into snowflakes and slowly fell. And Zhang Chumo rubbed the long flute in his hand, and waved it in the air, as if he was trying to make it smooth.

The evil smile on his face frightened the host's hands that rippled slightly, "Zhang Chumo...... This is on the stage of a theatrical gala...... You...... Don't mess around...... The whole school looked at it......"

"Didn't you just say that it was quite slippery, why are you cowardly now?" Zhang Chumo slowly came to the side of the microphone, gently adjusted the microphone position, and teased casually, "Did I say that I would beat you?"

In a word, the positions of the two were instantly reversed. The host's cowardly tone suddenly put his tirade back to himself. However, Zhang Chumo's calm expression and calm tone won the applause of everyone.

"A requiem, dedicated to everyone!" Zhang Chumo did not beep, and directly bowed deeply to the teachers and students present. And Qin Xiao, who was slowly leaving the stadium, suddenly stopped.

"Requiem?" Qin Xiao's eyes showed a trace of doubt, hesitated slightly, and instantly turned around and walked towards the stadium again.

Zhang Chumo gently put the flute to his lips, his fingers rising and falling slightly. Suddenly, a rippling flute sound sounded from the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel on his wrist. The Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel is an artifact, and it is naturally seamless with Zhang Chumo.

The sound of the flute was low and mournful. So the sound of the flute is always called the sound of sadness. There is so much music in ancient and modern times that people can't play a heart-stirring repertoire with the sound of the flute.

But from the moment the first note came out of the mouth of the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck everyone present. In an instant, everyone had the feeling of their scalp exploding, and the entire venue instantly became silent.

"Requiem Song, it's really Requiem Requiem!" Qin Xiao paused the moment the sound of the flute sounded, with an irrepressible look of shock in his eyes, "He is not from the Qi Sect, how can he ...... How can you play a requiem? And it's still ...... With the sound of the flute?"

"Hey, bitch, your requiem won't be an indiscriminate attack, right?" Seeing that all of a sudden, the teachers and students present were staring at each other as if they had lost their souls, and their mouths were wide open, Zhang Chumo's heart couldn't help but rise.

"Don't worry, I don't have mana to stimulate this soul, so I can only do it to refresh my mind. But if you are hostile to you, it's hard to say. ”

"That's right...... Then it's all right!" If you are hostile to yourself, you will be suppressed if you are suppressed!

"Impossible...... How did he blow it out?" Duan Zhixiao suddenly slapped the table and stood up, looking at Zhang Chumo with a ghostly expression.

"Duan Gongzi, is there any problem?" Jiang Mingyu asked curiously.

"Nima, are you sure this flute is the one I left behind?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

", that flute doesn't make a sound...... Hell yes!"

"Woo woo woo-" Suddenly, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and the originally terrible sound of the flute instantly became panicked. And Duan Zhixiao and Jiang Mingyu suddenly felt that their hearts were also moved by the sound of the flute. The whole soul slowly rose and floated in the air.

"Requiem?" In the dark basement, a chubby old man's face suddenly showed a shocked expression, "It's not good, it can be spiritual!"

Zhang Chumo and the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel performed by themselves, but they didn't know that there were three people in the audience who were experiencing inhuman torture. Duan Zhixiao, Jiang Mingyu, and the soul of the host seemed to be pulled out of the air, and the notes coming from all directions were like a heavy punch hitting their souls.

If their souls could react like their bodies, their souls would have turned into pigs' heads by now. At the end of the song, the teachers and students of the school were still in deep shock.

Zhang Chumo put away the flute, bowed deeply, and simply turned around and walked to the stage.

"Good, good, good, one more song—" For a moment, the sluggish people came back to their senses, though they didn't remember even a single note. But the only feeling that remains in their minds is that it sounds good, it's really good, and they can't wait to listen to it right away.

"Zhang Chumo, don't run, let's do another song-"

"Bang-" There was a loud bang, and the host, who had just been fine, suddenly fell straight down like a stake.

"Wow-what's going on, someone's dead?"

The staff behind the scenes hurriedly ran forward to check the host's state, only to see the host rolling his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitching, "Pain...... It hurts......"

"Pain?" the staff looked confused, but no matter what, it was still important to save people. hurriedly carried the host down, and when he got to the backstage, he was even more puzzled. Because in the background, there are two people who fell to the ground and convulsed.

As for what Duan Zhixiao's three goods have experienced, Zhang Chumo is not interested in knowing. Anyway, it has nothing to do with him, and it can't be relied on on his head if the sky is broken. Whistling, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked gracefully to the place where there were a few animals. Suddenly, Zhang Chumo paused. Because in front of his eyes, Qin Xiao's scrutinizing gaze was like a sword staring at his eyes.

"Requiem, how did you know how to requiem?"

"This ......" Zhang Chumo's face was embarrassed, if he changed someone else, he would probably laugh but for Qin Xiao, he didn't dare to show his previous scoundrel appearance.

Zhang Chumo has been thinking about apprenticeship in his heart, his soul-absorbing physique, if he doesn't step into the cultivation world as soon as possible, he won't be at ease for a moment.

"That...... It was my grandfather who taught me from a young age...... Well...... It's been years since I blew it...... It's a little rusty...... "Zhang Chumo can only throw the pot on his late grandfather, anyway, grandpa used to like to pull erhu."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What? never give up!" Zhang Chumo suddenly became excited, and was looking for an opportunity to pull a relationship, so he was really sleepy and sent a pillow!

"Play a requiem with me!" When Qin Xiao said this, his eyes instantly burst into anticipation.