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#天才吉他手 "Wu Chongnian" died. #

This is the news that suddenly broke out in the past two days, and it dominated the headlines in an instant.

There was a cry in the comment area, how many people were reluctant to let him go, and many people were asking why a good person suddenly died.

However, there has been no definite response.

Wu Chongnian was alone, and after his death, all his property was confiscated, and the villa where he had been living was also sealed.

Few people want to come near the sealed villa, and there has been news of a haunting recently.

Every night, I think of the sound of the guitar, sometimes out of tune, sometimes skillful and sophisticated.

Some people said that it was Wu Chongnian's ghost who was haunting him, unwilling to leave the world, and borrowing his favorite guitar to express his dissatisfaction, which was the voice of Wu Chongnian's soul.

The actual situation is......

Nangong Thirteen, who is inspired to repay the kindness of a meal, is learning guitar with Wu Chongnian in this ghost state.

The spicy ears are Nangong Thirteen, and the beautiful ones are made by Wu Chongnian.

just formed two extremes, and it became what everyone rumored, "the voice of Wu Chongnian's soul".

At the beginning, Wu Chongnian didn't know that he was dead, he had been wandering around the villa, living a normal life, probably the only difference was that he didn't feel hungry.

However, Wu Chongnian felt that it was good not to feel hungry, so that he could focus on his favorite guitar, but he forgot that people would starve to death if they didn't eat......

Until Nangong Thirteen came to the door.

At first, when Nangong Thirteen asked Wu Chongnian to teach him to play the guitar, Wu Chongnian was reluctant, because it was too much of a waste of his time to teach someone.

As a result, he was cleaned up by Nangong Thirteen, and he became honest in an instant.

The fact that he was dead was only known to Wu Chongnian when someone came to collect the body.

I heard that a neighbor smelled a foul smell and hadn't seen anyone for a long time, so I called the police.

Wu Chongnian's ghost floated in mid-air, with an innocent face, sunken eyes, thin cheeks, and messy hair at the middle length, looking like a person who had been malnourished for a long time and stayed at home.

Nangong Thirteen took off his cloak, sat cross-legged on Wu Chongnian's desk, seriously poured the guitar in his hand, and studied for two days without sleep, but he still couldn't get out of tune.

"My lord, can you stop playing?" Wu Chongnian's resentful gaze stared directly at Nangong Thirteen, a little infiltrating, but it was a pity that there was no one present.

Nangong Thirteen raised his head, his long fiery red hair slid away, revealing that young handsome face, and his expression was raised and his eyebrows raised: "What?" Do you have another opinion? ”

Wu Chongnian's ghost nodded: "Yes." ”

Nangong Thirteen squinted, his eyes flashed red: "Looking for a beating?" ”

"It's not." Wu Chongnian shook his head, "I just like to tell the truth, Lord Nangong, you are really not suitable for musical instruments......"

Nangong Thirteen One threw his guitar at Wu Chongnian in mid-air: "I'm not suitable, I want you to care?!" Who made you talk more! ”

Wu Chongnian subconsciously wanted to dodge, but suddenly thought that he was dead now and couldn't hit him at all, so he instantly calmed down again.

"Lord Nangong, didn't you say that learning guitar is to teach someone? How do you teach if you can't learn well? It's better to let him come and learn by himself. ”

Nangong Thirteen thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"Alright, you can wait here." Nangong Thirteen casually took out a blank piece of paper, wrote a sentence, and then pressed it on the skull on the back of his hand, "There is a dark soldier coming, you give him this." ”

Wu Chongnian looked at the crooked big characters on the white paper, as well as the printed reverse skull representing the identity of Nangong Thirteen, speechless.

This adult is really going to be done......