The sound sounded continuously in Tang Hu's ears.

In fact, if it was usual, this voice would not dare to make a sound, and if it weren't for the fact that Tang Hu's heart was already full of holes, he would definitely not be confused.

And at this moment, Tang Hu only felt dizzy, looking at the piano score, his mind was full of words like you can't do it, you can't do it, you can't compare, you are just a waste, in this dazed sense of dizziness, the young man didn't pay much attention to the voice that kept ringing in his ears.

He slowly stood up.

Turning around, he staggered in the direction of the door.

"Yes, go back to sleep—"

He whispered.

"Accept that you're a piece of crap, accept that you can't do anything well—"

Although the little boy said this, his eyes were slowly filled with a layer of mist, as if his body was rebelling against such a statement, and he was dizzy to resist it.

But with little effect.

Just as he took the next step, there was a thunderous sound in his ears, as if something had been thrown to the ground.

Tang Hu was agitated and sobered up.

"yes, you're a piece of shit-"

In the quiet piano room, the little boy finally heard the voice in his ears clearly, it was not his heart at all, but it really sounded in the room.

It's a stranger's voice.

After Tang Hu realized this, his eyes slowly widened, his body couldn't help shaking, and he turned his head to look behind him suddenly.

I didn't see anything in front of me but the piano.

The situation is somewhat strange.

There seems to be something bad in this room.

Tang Hu finally realized this.

Fortunately, the existence of Xiao Libao has long determined that there are some things in this world that cannot be explained by science.

Otherwise, he might still die without believing in evil at this time.

At this moment, Tang Hu didn't dare to move, listening to the long voice in his ears until he found that he had no next move, he slowly became impatient.

'Waste, waste! You're a piece of shit, you don't have any talent for piano practice, why don't you leave here?! ’

There are only white lights overhead.

The light fell on the piano, and at this time, people couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and what was even more panicked was probably that Tang Hu saw the black mist slowly rising from the piano.

Little by little, the mist condensed into a hideous and terrifying monster image, and an eye seemed to appear in the middle, staring at him tightly.

What makes him feel even more weird is that he has been having this feeling of being targeted recently.

He always felt that something was standing behind him, but when he turned around, there was nothing.

At this moment, after the loud noise just now dissipated, the surroundings were quiet again.

Isn't it-

Tang Hu trembled and took a step back, and under this sense of oppression, he couldn't even make a sound.

Didn't he really come across these things?

And the black mist rising from the piano seemed to finally realize that Tang Hu had woken up, and he couldn't care about anything else at the moment, and rushed towards Tang Hu dissatisfiedly and flamboyantly, wanting to take advantage of this time to disintegrate Tang Hu's mind.

But at this time, there was a very fast and urgent sound of footsteps outside the door, as if they were running, and it didn't sound like a person.

Tang Hu subconsciously turned his head.

The door was kicked open with a thud.

"Brother, don't be afraid, Lili is here!"