Jiang Linxian walked into the backstage under the guidance of a black-robed waiter wearing a white doll mask.
Qian Duolai and Ye Rousheng watched him leave, their eyes full of excitement, and they seemed to be shouting "come on" to Jiang Linxian.
A man sitting at the same table as Jiang Linxian looked at the departing man with twinkling eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The huge red curtain slowly rose.
Jiang Linxian sat in the middle of the stage.
In front of him, there was a piano.
"Performer No. 44, please start your performance!"
The loud voice spread throughout the theater.
Jiang Linxian began to perform.
His fingers touched the piano keys, and an extremely discordant melody floated out from the sound.
The players sitting in the hall originally thought that player No. 44, who took the initiative to perform on stage, would play the sounds of nature, but they were disappointed.
This kind of piano melody is almost comparable to the sound of a butchering pig, without any sense of beauty.
What's more, those who really couldn't listen anymore quietly covered their ears with a joking look in their eyes.
They had already begun to imagine that Jiang Linxian would receive an extremely unqualified evaluation and then have his hands cut off ruthlessly.
With murderous rhythmless piano music.
The red candle in front of one of the judges, who had his back turned to him, spontaneously ignited without fire.
The judge turned his head violently.
The sound of the piano is still making people feel numb.
Jiang Linxian's nosebleed started while he was playing.
Coupled with the uncontrollable trembling of his arms, the sound of the piano became increasingly unpleasant.
The brains of the human audience in the audience will explode!
"Damn, what the hell kind of music is this playing? Is this piano music that humans can play?"
Another player also echoed in a low voice: "The ghost can play better than him!"
"He's dead."
"If this passes, I'll eat a pound of shit!"
However, their voices were completely covered up by Jiang Linxian's piano music, and no one could hear their whispered curses.
over time.
The red candle in front of the other judge's stage ignited without fire, and his head and entire body were turned around.
Immediately afterwards, the red candle in front of the third judge's stage was instantly lit, and his body turned around.
Time passed little by little.
Jiang Linxian stopped playing until the last second passed.
"Oh my God, I can only hear the piano music every second from heaven, 10 points!"
"Beautiful melody, super rhythm, shocking climax, 10 points!"
"Based on your nosebleed, it's perfect, 10 points!"
With the scores of the three judges.
The audience immediately burst into warm applause.
Some confused human viewers were momentarily unsettled.
This piece of shitty piano music actually gets full marks?
The previous player who danced so poorly didn't get praise, why should he?
Is it because he looks handsome?
This is not fair!
These players who were shouting in their hearts felt that their intelligence had been extremely insulted, but they had no choice but to applaud along with them.
Qian Duolai and Ye Rousheng applauded loudly.
"Brother Jiang is indeed Brother Jiang. He was right in his bet!" Qian Duolai and Ye Rousheng were extremely excited.
As the applause fell, a loud voice suddenly sounded: "Congratulations to the 44 performers for completing an extremely excellent performance!"
"Performer No. 44 will be eligible to go to the next floor!"
"Performer No. 44 has won the favor of the theater owner, and he will receive a gift from the theater owner!"
As the voice fell, a baby-faced waiter wearing a white mask brought out a red gift plate.
On the plate, there is a bronze token and a crystal clear fragment that emits holy light.
Fragments of Holy Light?
Jiang Linxian recognized this fragment.
He currently has one, but his current level is too low and he cannot absorb it at all.
It seems that this fragment of holy light is of great value.
What other functions does it have?
Jiang Linxian couldn't help but think.
"This is your gift." The black-robed waiter immediately bowed down and said to Jiang Linxian: "Please accept the master's gift."
Jiang Linxian stood up, took the bronze token and the holy light fragment in his hand, and nodded towards the ghost.
The human audience in the audience couldn't help but look greedy as they looked at the gift in Jiang Linxian's hand.
"Please follow me to the next pavilion." As Jiang Linxian collected the gift, the black-robed ghost took it away from the stage.
A loud voice sounded on the stage: "Next, performers can perform on their own. If there are no performers within one minute, a performer will be selected to perform on stage!"
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Jiang Linxian followed the black-robed ghost through the long secluded corridor and came to a teleportation array emitting white light.
"Please take the token and go to the upper level." The black-robed ghost lowered his head and said.
"I really want to know what the owner of the theater looks like." Jiang Linxian suddenly asked.
He believed that the puppet performing on the stage was definitely not the real owner of the theater. He was just a toy controlled by the owner of the theater.
"You will know. Please enter the teleportation array and go to the next floor." The black-robed waiter lowered his head and continued.
Jiang Linxian knew that he couldn't get any information out of the black-robed waiter, so he had no choice but to walk into the white circle of light.
Intense white light emerged from the soles of Jiang Linxian's feet, bringing with it a strong wind that blew his black hair up.
His body began to feel a strong pressure.
It seems to be blessed by several times gravity.
After this feeling lasted for more than ten seconds, he felt like he was in a white space, as if he had fallen into nothingness.
In the originally silent and white space, an extremely discordant violin melody reached his ears.
In the white void, a picture slowly emerged.
A little girl hid alone in a dirty cabin, playing the violin hard.
She worked very hard and put all her emotions into it, just to produce the most beautiful music.
"Stop it!"
"You don't have this talent!"
"give up!"
A woman's voice sounded outside the wooden house.
"Mom, I can make it!"
"You have no such talent! You are such a damn kid!"
The woman pulled out the wooden stick and slapped it on the girl's back, revealing scarlet blood marks.
The scene suddenly changed, and the little girl appeared in the living room.
At this time, she was playing the piano.
The sound of the piano was very jerky and seemed to have no rhythm.
A little boy walked up to her and hit her hand with a wooden stick, breaking her arm.
"Sister, your piano sound is simply poison!"
"Look, all the mice and cockroaches in our house have been scared away by you!"
"Stop wasting your time on this!"
The girl looked at her brother indifferently and said, "I can succeed!"
The flickering picture suddenly jumps.
She was standing on the stage now.
A beam of white light shone on her body.
The girl is wearing white clothes and dancing gracefully.
Her dancing posture was extremely uncoordinated, as if she had not undergone any special training, and looked very awkward.
"What are you doing? It's so unsightly."
"One of our chickens, even if it flaps its wings a few times, looks better than you!"
Below the stage, a man smoked a cigarette and criticized harshly, his face full of displeasure.
Then, under the dim stage, the girl's brother and mother walked into the white light from the dim hall and stood together with the man.
"You don't have any acting talent, your performance is simply unsightly."
"You have brought shame on our family."
"Those viewers who laughed at you thought you were a clown who only knew how to be funny!"
Gradually, the surrounding lights became brighter and brighter, and many audiences appeared under the stage.
Each of them questioned, pointing at the girl.
It seems that the girl's performance doesn't have any shining points.
They scolded her, scolded her, were inhumane, added insult to injury, and ridiculed her. No one in the audience came out to praise her efforts.
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The girl's face became extremely pale, and her originally clear eyes exuded a coquettish red light.
She stood on the stage and suddenly smiled coldly.
The audience below the stage fell silent instantly.
"There is nothing wrong with my performance." The girl's cold expression showed a hint of despair: "The reason why you don't like it is because you don't know how to appreciate it."
"I want to turn all of you into my audience and let you stay with me and watch my performances."
"Father, mother, and brother."
"You three are my best judges."
"I believe my performance will be recognized by you!"
The white light disappeared from the girl's body. Her eyes suddenly looked at Jiang Linxian in the distance, and she gave him a strange smile.
