Beautiful Sweetheart

At that time, the world was not so cute as it is now. The Murong family, who was in politics, ranked the last, had only influence but no strength.

Now the battle of Mindu is just a remake of 40 years ago. Forty years ago, there was a secret fight among the three families. The history of this record goes back to that secret fight.

The same party, the same undercurrent surging, when Tang Wei took out this record to play once.

"After that banquet, the Tang family lost. Do you know why, Tang Qingcang?" Murong Xue asked with a smile.

"I know." Tang Qingcang is very calm, but his eyes are shining with a strange look.

Ning Ji and Sun Hong listen to the story of the past 40 years, but they don't know why the Tang clan lost.

According to the normal logic, the Tang clan, which has been inherited for thousands of years, should be deeply rooted. The Murong family, which was just emerging at that time, did not dare to say that they would win, but they could not lose.

Why he lost? Ning Ji can't figure it out, but he must have something to do with the banquet, maybe with this record.

Because, this topic is brought out by the record.

When the dialogue came to this point, Tang Xiaofan also finished debugging the record player. The old record was put on, the needle was put down, and a melodious Symphony came out of the record player.

It's like the duel when Tang Wei was young a few decades ago, with the simple old record player and the music of the time.

"Forty years ago, Tangmen lost. Today, forty years later, tangqingcang will never lose." With that, Tang Qingcang closed his eyes and began to enjoy the song.

"Is it?" Murong Xue laughs and ponders. "I think history will repeat itself."

It's a dialogue in the clouds again. Ning Ji didn't want to explore it at all. The story of 40 years ago should be left to those who lived 40 years ago.

I'm full of money, including the year when I was born. It's only 25 years. There's no need to think about it.

Like Sun Hong, he closed his eyes and said, "the funeral procession of hunters is the peak work of Austrian musician Mahler, but I don't like it. The melody is too depressing."

"It's worthy of being the prince of Mindu. He has extraordinary experience." Tang Qingcang praised a, no longer speak.

As Sun Hong said, the name of this symphony is "the funeral procession of hunters", which is also the work of Austrian musician Mahler.

As a Funeral March, this symphony is too depressing and depressing, especially on the eve of the storm.

Ordinary people don't like this feeling.

Ning Ji closed his eyes and listened. He could only feel that his voice was dull and beautiful, but he didn't have any other feeling. He couldn't hear the difference of this record at all.

Ning Ji doesn't care about what happened 40 years ago, but he is very concerned about the current situation. This record led to the defeat of Tang clan. Will history repeat itself and make Tang Qingcang lose again?

"No, I'm going out for a breath. It's too depressing here." Ye song is the first one who can't hold on. He says hello to Ning Ji and goes out.

Listening to this funeral march in such a repressive atmosphere is no doubt idle to find guilt. The music is also destructive. Now the lethality of this symphony has reached the level of forbidden music.

"Tang Qingcang, I suggest you listen to" Black Sunday ". If you die, nothing will happen!" Lu Hao scolded and followed Ye song out of the bar.

It's a test of one's psychological endurance. The music composed of a low scale doesn't matter if you listen to it at ordinary times.

now it's the eve of a storm, but the weather is so oppressive. After listening to this dreary symphony, Lu Hao has just had the idea of suicide. He just left because he can't hold on.

"No, I'm going out, too!" Before long, uncle Jian couldn't hold on.

The secondary personnel left one by one, and finally even Tang Xiaofan and Xing Zhong, the former enemies, walked out side by side. Three minutes later, there were only five people left in the field.

Ning Ji, Tang Qingcang, Murong Xue, Sun Hong, and Qu Dan, a beautiful woman with absolute sound sense.

Up to now, Ning Ji has to admire this beautiful woman. People with absolute sense of sound can hear every scale of music clearly.

so many low scales are crowded together. Ordinary people only feel depressed, but Qu Dan with absolute sense of sound can perfectly distinguish every scale.

Qu Dan, listen to this music, is the real death!

"You can go out if you can't stand it." Sun Hong opened his eyes and looked at Ning Ji. His eyes were full of contempt and worry. "You can't die until a week later. Now that I'm dead, don't I break my promise?"

Ning Ji's feeling is not very good. His brain is already sweating, his lips are white, and his face is blue. All these are the negative effects of the hunter's funeral procession.

The five zang organs are tumbling, and Ning Ji's heart is in a state of chaos. This kind of feeling is like exerting his control ability, which makes him feel disgusted and confused.

"Thank you. Take care of yourself first." Ning Ji grinned and hit back.Sun Hong's face is not so good. Compared with Ning Ji, it is better. He must be experiencing the negative influence that Ning Ji can feel.

Originally, this song is nothing. It's a simple funeral march. It's just less exciting and more depressing than ordinary symphony.

Bad in this weather, the sky is full of dull thunder, the air is full of depressing elements, low as if to crush the whole world.

In this kind of weather, the dreary feeling of symphony music increases exponentially, and the listeners can't be happy if they want to be happy.

Murong Xue and Qu Dan are just as uncomfortable as Ning Ji, especially Qu Dan. When he hears every scale clearly, his pale face becomes like paper color.

It's really worrying that Qu Dan will collapse and die in the next moment.

In this voice, the only one who keeps calm is Tang Qingcang. This state of mind is unique in the world, which also benefits from Tang Qingcang's abnormal childhood.

In his childhood, Tang Qingcang listened to this record once a day in order to remember the humiliation of the Tang family 40 years ago and encourage him to grow up.

After listening to it for 20 years, Tang Qingcang's personality has been somewhat distorted. His unswerving smile and dark belly are trained under this symphony.

"Why, you don't like this song?" Tang Qingcang heard the conversation, opened his eyes and saw that the four were dying.

"Well, I don't like it." Sun Hong nodded honestly.

The other four didn't like the symphony, they all had the impulse to run out, but they didn't.

Murong Xue knew the story behind the record, so she continued to listen to it with depression. So did Qu Dan.

As for Ning Ji and Sun Hong, they are also concerned about this record. Tang Qingcang never let us listen to music. There must be some message in it.

From the beginning to the end, Tang Qingcang did not show his attitude, did not say with whom the enemy, also did not say who to cooperate with.

If you think about it, it's more possible to convey information through records!

In order to have a good chance to hear this information, Ning Ji and Sun Hong choose to continue to fight hard.

Maybe after someone goes out, the symphony of the record player stops. Maybe the last part of the record is a recording!

It's about the current situation, it's about life and death. Maybe after Sun Hong and Murong Xue were forced to leave, Tang Qingcang began to communicate with Ning Ji;

it could be Murong Xue or Sun Hong.

"Listen carefully, the climax is coming!" Tang Qingcang looks excited.

Suddenly, the tone of the symphony changed, from the dull and low before to the passionate and low.

The melodious and miserable sound of violin, the passionate and deep sound of piano, and some musical instruments that Ning Ji could not hear together composed this Funeral March.

The feeling of depression is more serious, and the dull atmosphere becomes more dull. Everyone closes their eyes and looks miserable. Only Tang Qingcang has a faint smile on his mouth.

The wind is bleak, the clouds are heavy, the sound of thunder is low and depressing.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning ripped through the dark clouds and reflected the gloomy sky into brilliant darkness.

It's like a sad song from hell, a tearing howl from the endless abyss, and a demon's whisper. The low and oppressive tone stimulates Ningji's nerves and slowly lures Ningji to the edge of the cliff.

At the same time, Ning Ji can't help feeling that it can change people's mood, which is probably the magic of music.

Three minutes later, there was a "buzz" noise, and the symphony was over. Ning Ji was finally relieved. Just now, the idea of suicide came into his mind. It was ridiculous.

Inadvertently, Ning Ji glances at Qu Dan. He can't see Qu Dan's eyes under his sunglasses, but he can see Qu Dan's sneer at the corner of his mouth.

An hour later, Wei Hui was driving a BMW.

"Low frequency noise." Sun Hong held his forehead with his hand and looked out of the window, breathing fresh air, which made him feel better. He was sure, "yes, it's low-frequency noise!"

There is no doubt about the affirmative tone. Sun Hong just thought of it. The symphony just played by Tang Qingcang is full of low-frequency noise!

The horror is beyond description. Sun Hong now understands why people call him and Tang Qingcang the prince and the prince. He also says that the prince in the south is more powerful than the prince in the north.

This is the reason. Sun Hong was afraid. If it wasn't for a flash in his mind, I'm afraid it would have been calculated this time!

"What is low frequency noise?" Wei Hui looks at Sun Hong and asks.

Wei Hui has a master's degree in turtle science, but he has really learned nothing abroad except his personality and arrogance.

Now, Wei Hui has forgotten the publicity of his personality and arrogance, and the only thing left is his natural calmness.

Sun HongPai's mouth, want to teach Wei Hui a lesson, let him know what knowledge changes fate.