musicians of old

Chapter 131 Purifying Light

The face of the "dream man" jumped down and landed on the crystal chandelier. The metal chains swung violently, and the distorted shadows swam rapidly on the walls around the symphony hall.

At this time, Fabian had already walked to the side of the woman who knocked on the "pulsating ladle". He took out a notebook decorated with gold and silver inlaid silk, pulled out a pen, and turned to an empty page. , and began to compose and draw lines against the faces on the ceiling.

Like, sketching from life.

As the music continued to play, as the black liquid in the hall squirmed towards the stage, as Fabian's lines were drawn, as the "pulsating scoop" continued to hit Cecil, who had been split on the podium, The body was suspended, and the rotten liquid dripped all the way, floating towards the chandelier above everyone's head.

Those broken limbs, head and abdominal cavity were spliced ​​together in such a deformed manner on the huge human face, the head was drilled into the nostrils, the limbs were connected with exaggerated and stretched lips, and several pieces of bodies were randomly inserted into the face of "Dream Man" inside.

Black slime gushed out from behind the huge distorted face, like a spider spinning a web, and wrapped around several crystal chandeliers in the symphony hall.

Then this "dream man" face suddenly charged up, dragging a few thick sticks of black slime to a long distance, and rushed towards the seriously injured and unconscious principal Sternika!

"You ruined my debut!!!"

Cecil howled so sharply that his eardrums burst.

Seeing that Principal Sternika was about to die on the spot, but when the black face rushed into the air, it seemed that he was suddenly grabbed by an extremely powerful and diametrically opposite force, and he stretched back abruptly!
The black juice was squeezed and spilled everywhere, the crystal chandelier dragged by several beams of mucus shook violently, and the shadows of the entire symphony hall oscillated, making people spin around.

"Caroun!?" Huxley and Gould, who fell to the ground, turned their heads and looked far away at the entrance on the first floor.

The pale light curtain was cut open, and Fan Ning stood there holding a baton, just like performing in the square before.

As he stepped in, the colloidal light curtains in several other passages were also divided, and hundreds of students rushed out.

"You maintain the order of the students, and then don't come in for the time being." Fan Ning explained to the other knowledgeable people who should be members of the school, including the vice president of the School of Music Xu Ci, the dean of the School of Chemical Engineering Graham, and others. Two of them are unfamiliar.

Even the two high-ranking members of Sternike and Gould on the stage, and a middle-ranking Huxley are now dying. These members are courting death if they get involved.

And Fan Ning is very worried now, whether there will be fish in troubled waters among them, it is better to let them all go.

He had been in a corner of the square before, digesting the hidden knowledge about the "key".

It was around the end of the second movement here that he noticed the strangeness of the spirit bodies that were still resonating with him—you must know that almost all the audience at the Cecil concert had heard the music on the square before. "First Symphony"!
So Fan Ning rushed over, and for the sake of caution, Xi Lan and Joan were not brought along.

Because he had a vague premonition that the situation was very serious, and it was extremely dangerous and useless to bring them along.

Stepping into the symphony hall at this moment, Fan Ning's spiritual sense instantly has a panoramic view of the heterogeneous lights and shadows everywhere.

The weird symphony resounding through the hall, the sense of dissonance of the rising essence of various colors in the air, the percussion instrument in the shape of a gong that is suspected of being a "pulsating scoop", the stains and residues on the podium, and the voice of Cecil. Howling and, the huge "Dream Man" face growing on several stacks of crystal chandeliers.

When witnessing all this, Fan Ning finally understood!
"Music performance or a ritual!!!"

"Carolne Van Ning?" On the stage, Fabian, who was "sketching" with a notebook, also looked in surprise.

"Is this the Mendeleev who killed the manager?" The woman who was still manipulating the beating scoop asked Fabian.

"it's him."

"Perfumer?" Fanning recalled the familiar voices at the party.

He looked at the woman from a distance, and walked down the steps extending to the stage step by step.

"So you two are actually members of the Harmony School, so who is Sylvia?"

"Cough cough." Dean Gould choked out a big mouthful of blood again, he supported himself and stood up slowly, "Callon, you go, you can't resist."

"Tatta." Fan Ning continued to walk down the steps step by step with a serious expression on his face.

The pianist's eyes were a little anxious: "I just listened to your "First Symphony". Your artistic career has just begun. There is no need to fight to the death here with us old guys."

Huxley, who was sitting on the ground, also persuaded at this time: "There is no reason for you to work so hard in the college. Go back, Caroun."

Fan Ning shook his head: "The situation in the school was once out of control, and I understand its difficulties. Miss Roy gave me key clues about Teacher Anton, and then gave in to me, and the premiere helped me again, damn it Manager, I also killed. In the final analysis, you have been too passive in the past three months, which led to the lack of adequate preparation for today's situation. Yes"

He stared at the two of them coldly: "For Mr. Anton's matter, it's not enough to just kill a manager."

Hearing this, Fabian sneered: "Fan Ning, I thought you were a smart person and would not choose to come to this concert, but I didn't expect you to die by yourself."

When Huxley heard this, he said bitterly: "Fabian, you traitor of the Bologna School, thanks to Mr. Sternike who promoted you before."

"Mr. Principal, what we are looking for is the truth. Have you forgotten the teachings of our ancestors and the 'fountain in the painting' guiding us?"

Fabian accelerated the sketching speed of the pen in his hand, and the "Dream Man" Cecil who was hanging on the chandelier uttered a creepy howl again, dragging a few sticks of foul-smelling slime and ejecting towards Fanning.

"They seem to have controlled the 'Phantom Man' created by this secret ritual through Cecil's body, or the moving creature called 'Dream Man' here?"

A guess flashed through Fanning's mind, and he tapped the baton forward.

The giant face of "Dream Man" and another invisible force pulled each other, and they were deadlocked in mid-air.

At present, apart from those who died and escaped, there are still more than a thousand audience members who are in a state of insanity, and almost all of them have maintained the resonance of the spirit body with Fanning.

The birth of "Dream Man" is also based on Cecil's symphony and the influence of the previous group memory on these listeners!

At this time, more than a thousand listeners were influenced by "Dream Man" at one end, and the thread of inspiration at the other end was drawn by Fan Ning, and the two sides launched a tug-of-war.

During the stalemate, Fanning looked stern, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Who is more inspired, whose symphony has a deeper impact on these listeners?

His astral body suddenly reflected some transcendent thoughts or emotions, and along with the hum of inspiration, passed them on to more than a thousand listeners.That is the "Psalm Motivation" of the fourth movement of "Symphony No. [-] in D Major", which was once played by seven horn players!
The rhythm is upright, the sense of hearing is clear, and the style is generous, which symbolizes the "chants motivation" of divinity and purification! !

Fan Ning's eyes were almost incandescent, and a word in Turangalian spit out from his mouth in a low voice:
"Purge!"

(End of this chapter)