In the deserted theater, Yin Hao looked at the stage covered with wild grass and dead branches, the dusty auditorium, and the dignified baton behind the scenes, and the trend of thought couldn't help but emerge.

That was his uncle Fu Lin's most cherished baton, and now he can only eat dirt behind this curtain and never see the light of day all year round.

"In two days, we're moving."

Yin Hao sat cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly at the baton full of gorgeous ornaments, as if he was watching Fu Lin, who was once famous in the capital, standing on the stage in high spirits.

It is no exaggeration to describe them as night and night, because their performances are always at night.

According to Fu Lin's words, it is:

Don't you think it's only at night that people are the freest? During the day, everyone is busy with their work, and only in the evening, when everything is done, will they calm down and listen to the music we play.

The antler-like brackets, the baton lay smoothly on it, and the dust piled up gray snow between the branches.

Yin Hao blew off the dust on the bracket and couldn't help choking.

took out a piece of silk, which Fu Lin gave him, saying that it was a custom silk for Yin Hao himself, which was used to store his baton.

"Uncle, we will move to a new house the day after tomorrow, and we won't have to live here then."

Yin Hao looked at the baton blankly, as if it was Fu Lin.

Buddha dusted away, Yin Hao wrapped the baton in silk and walked out of the theater quickly.

If he is discovered, it will be miserable, and he may be imprisoned on charges of burglary.

Because this place has now been bought by a wealthy man and is going to be converted into a villa, it no longer belongs to Fu Lin.

When I got out of the theater, I couldn't bear to take out the baton again.

The flowing curves are like clouds in the sky, and the locust wood texture is dark and shiny.

The next moment, the baton lit up with light, and in his hands he was like a fish in water, flexible, like a smart hummingbird in the air, small and gorgeous.

Like Fu Lin, he's also a "sonabrato," a non-combat ability that is rare in the ability system.

"Uncle, I must not let this baton sit there and eat ashes."

The hand holding the baton tightly, a fine layer of sweat secreted.

The baton is not available to anyone, and only those with the "Sonata" ability can use it normally, otherwise they will be tortured both mentally and physically.

The light emitted by the baton means that the baton has been contracted and will henceforth become an exclusive item.

And the contract is also very easy to unblock, either the "contractor" unilaterally cancels it, or the "contractor" dies.

Fu Lin, who watched Yin Hao grow up, left him with only this baton.

"Now, your baton is handed over to me, I may not be as famous as you, but I will definitely not disgrace you!"

In the pitch-black cave, Yin Hao curled up, clenched his baton, and squeezed into a group of escapees, unable to sleep all night.

In this city, the deserters and the homeless, like the poor, live in the slums and live like rats.

But he, Yin Hao, is not a desert escapee or a wanderer, on the contrary, he is an aboriginal here, and even had a magnificent life.

Although he didn't even have a month during that time, he was more like a down-and-out nobleman in this regard.

That's right, the down-and-out nobles should live with dignity like these "lowly people".

Only death awaits them, the only property is themselves, and the rest will be plundered back.

Thinking of this, he angrily pierced the mouse beside him with a stick, as if this mouse was those arrogant rich people, or those unquenchable indignation.

But after sobering up, he quickly wiped the baton clean to make sure there were no stains before relieving himself.

But the mouse didn't just go lifeless, only to see a cloud of dark blue gas float out of the mouse's corpse, condensed into a small ball, lingering around Yin Hao's fingertips.

But the others didn't notice it, as if they didn't see it.

Yin Hao didn't say anything when he saw this thing, because he wasn't sure what kind of consequences this thing would bring him.

To be exact, Yin Hao had never seen this thing, and with a slight touch of his fingertips, the gas turned into a violin afterimage.

Due to the increasing curiosity, Yin Hao wiped out another mouse, but this time instead of using a baton, he used a brick and slapped it on the back of the mouse.

And this time, there was no gas like last time, which made Yin Hao start to wonder about the baton in his hand.

Fu Lin also used such a baton to break out of the world before his death, from being famous from childhood to fame, relying on this baton.

Yin Hao had never seen him recruit any musician, no matter how talented he was, and how beautiful and smooth the music he played.

But just after he left, the musicians who had played on stage were gone.

It was as if the world had evaporated.

"This thing, so weird, it's like a container."

"Uncle Fu Lin, I'm sorry."

Seeing that everyone else was asleep, Yin Hao held the baton with both hands, aimed at the mouse lying on the ground, and slammed it!

Another faint blue gas lingered around Yin Hao's fingertips.

This time he was not in a hurry to touch it, but observed it almost close to his face.

"The exterior is dark blue oily, the inner layer is light, almost transparent, up and down, this... Isn't this a ghost? ”

Yin Hao was taken aback, he never expected that the ghosts related to a series of abilities such as "Soul Hunter" would actually appear in his hands!

At the end of the observation, Yin Hao buried the doubts in his heart, and with a touch of his fingertips, the phantom of the violin condensed a little more.

In just an hour, the phantom of the violin was completely solidified, and a small light lit up in the lines on the baton, and when I squinted, it was exactly what the violin looked like.

Smooth curves, totems composed of two "∫", quietly flickering on the baton.

"Nearly a hundred rats were stabbed, and this thing was finally complete."

At this time, the violin not only has a piano, but also a bow, and even a phantom of playing the violin.

Yin Hao was even more excited, as he seemed to have discovered the purpose of this baton.

Crawl out into the street, stand up, every cell in your body is in the rhythm of excitement.

"In that case, let's try to conduct a song of "Meditation" first."

As he spoke, Yin Hao held the baton in his hand, and the light flashed like a star, like a nightingale in this street full of desolation, ready to dance.