When I saw this opera singer, I felt only fear in my heart. I wanted to stay away from her quickly to avoid being affected by the sound of the opera and eventually die here.
But now...
The singing seems to be quite charming.
Wang Ye found a chair with admiration, sat down, and watched the performance of the opera singer on the stage.
do not know why...
It's not so out of place when a person suddenly comes in among a group of ghosts.
At least the scene was very harmonious, as if Wang Ye was one of them.
Wang Ye looked around subconsciously and found that there seemed to be a bit of confusion in the originally empty eyes of these guys, as if they were completely intoxicated in the opera.
and...
Wisps of ghostly energy continued to emerge, gathering on the stage.
"This stage..."
"Can you subtly swallow the ghost energy of these ghosts and strengthen yourself?"
"Other ghosts eat people, but this stage...eats ghosts."
"Placing it in the wasteland is a natural trap."
Wang Ye nodded with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
If you say so...
This stage is a good thing.
As his strength continues to improve, he can easily see through things that he didn't understand at all before just by looking at them.
Strength determines vision.
At least this sentence is still true.
If it were me a few months ago, let alone discovering the secret of this trap, even if I were close, I would be shocked to death without any possibility of escape.
but...
Wang Ye's eyes flickered and he subconsciously licked his lips.
If you stand on this stage and sing, will those ghostly energy be integrated into your body?
It is simply a training cheating device.
It seemed that he was aware of Wang Ye's gaze, mainly because the possessiveness in Wang Ye's eyes was not concealed at all, it was so direct, it was really eye-catching.
As a result, the opera singer's voice broke for a moment and he glanced at Wang Ye subconsciously.
It was a small stage accident.
To put it simply, you are telling storytelling under the overpass, and a group of viewers are deeply intoxicated by the story you are telling. There is only one person who does not listen to your story and only stares at the small table next to you, including the words on the table. eye-catching, fans, and even teacups...
Almost drooling.
It is estimated that 80% of people will be so frightened that they will just carry the table and run away.
It's so scary.
However, the opera singer soon returned to his natural state, his opera was melodious and his voice was bright.
Wang Ye, on the other hand, was a little restless in the audience.
Seeing that all these ghosts have been sucked in, it will be too late if we don't take action.
"Um... interrupt me."
Wang Ye was very polite and raised his hand as he spoke.
This action once again interrupted the opera singer's performance.
Her eyes fell on Wang Ye again, her dull eyes full of confusion.
"I...I can also sing."
"How about we come together?"
When Wang Ye said these words, he lowered his head slightly shyly.
The opera singer was confused.
And she couldn't speak, so she didn't know what to do for a while.
Default!
Not speaking is the default!
Wang Ye laughed happily, stood up from his seat, and rushed to the stage in one stride. He first nodded slightly to the opera ghosts, then turned around and looked at the accompaniment ghosts not far away: "Brothers, I will simply play "Ghosts Fall in Love with Humans" for everyone. Please give me a song."
Those accompaniment ghosts...
Also confused.
For a while, they all focused on the opera ghost.
"Roar!"
The opera singer's face was still covered with heavy makeup, and he had completely reacted at this time. He let out a low roar at Wang Ye, his expression became ferocious, and sharp nails suddenly stretched out from the fingers hidden in the wide sleeves. , the cold light flickered, and the entire stage began to vibrate.
Even the accompaniment ghosts looked at Wang Ye expressionlessly, their facial features bleeding.
For a moment, the originally gorgeous stage seemed to have become a Shura field.
"Are you so polite?"
Wang Ye watched this scene expressionlessly, pulled out his exaggerated ghost knife, pointed the tip of the knife at the stage, and smashed it down hard.
Along with the dust and smoke...
Wang Ye's ghost knife was inserted directly into the center of the stage.
The dark wind dissipated instantly.
The opera singer's expression returned to his natural state, and he even had a faint smile, which looked particularly warm with the makeup.
The blood on the faces of the accompanists disappeared like magic.
Immediately afterwards...
Music up!
The only regret is that they really don't know what the song "Ghost Loves a Human" is about, so they can only follow the original rhythm.
Wang Ye took a step forward with satisfaction, looked at the ghosts in the audience who had gradually regained consciousness, and began to sing.
certainly...
The song title was made up casually.
The lyrics are sung blindly.
It's vaguely out of tune.
After the song, looking at the confused audience in the audience, even Wang Ye, who was so shameless, felt really embarrassed for a moment.
Mainly because it's not so embarrassing.
but...
All for strength.
But what disappointed him was that the improvement was too small, so small that it was only 10% faster than normal practice.
This is not enough...
But why is it that when the opera ghost comes, the ghost energy is absorbed more than his own?
Is it because the audience is in a bad mood?
"You sing!"
Wang Ye turned around, glanced at the opera singer behind him, and said lightly.
The opera singer didn't seem to understand what Wang Ye meant and was a little hesitant.
Until Wang Ye touched the handle of the ghost sword, the opera singer took a decisive step forward and spoke in a classic operatic tone.
The audience who had been on the verge of collapse began to be intoxicated again and fell into this wonderful audience.
Seeing that the opera singer subconsciously began to absorb the ghost energy floating over, Wang Ye suddenly became anxious.
this...
Why didn't you steal it without knowing it?
"Don't suck!"
Wang Ye's dangerous eyes fell on the opera singer.
The opera singer standing in front suddenly stiffened and stopped absorbing decisively. Wang Ye was satisfied and went to the accompanist, grabbed a chair, placed it in the middle of the stage, and sat down himself.
The song is over.
Wang Ye shook his head with some regret.
This time the improvement was a little more, but it was only about twice as fast as normal practice.
But according to Wang Ye's current state, even if it's twice as fast...
It’s just a drop in the bucket.
If I follow this pace and want to make a leap in my realm, I don’t know how long it will take.
It seems that this opera singer is just making hard money.
No wonder, after so long, he is only a high-level ghost king, barely half as strong as an Arhat.
