Old-time musicians

The face of the "Dream Man" jumped downwards and landed on the large crystal chandelier. The metal chain swung violently, and twisted shadows traveled rapidly on the walls around the symphony hall. Google search reading

At this time, Fabian had already walked to the woman who was tapping the "Pulsating Ladle". He took out a notebook decorated with gold and silver inlays, took out a pen, and turned to an empty page. , and began to compose and draw lines on the face on the ceiling.

Like, sketching.

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As the music continues to play, as the black liquid from all over the hall squirms towards the stage, as Fabian outlines his lines, and as the "pulsating ladle" continues to hit Cecil who has been split open on the conductor's podium The body levitated, and the rot dripped all the way, floating towards the chandelier above everyone's heads.

Those broken limbs, heads and abdominal cavity were spliced ​​together in such a deformed manner on the face of the giant man. The head was drilled into his nostrils, the limbs were connected to the exaggeratedly stretched lips, and several pieces of the body were randomly embedded into the face of "Dream Man" inside.

Black mucus spewed out from behind the huge twisted human face, like a spider web, entangled in several crystal chandeliers in the symphony hall.

Then this "Dream Man" face suddenly gathered strength, pulled out several thick black slime sticks, and rushed towards the seriously injured and unconscious Principal Sternikai!

"You ruined my debut!!!"

Cecil's shrill howl shook people's eardrums.

It seemed that Principal Sternikai 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 large and completely opposite force, and he was stretched back!

The black juice was squeezed out and spilled everywhere. The crystal chandelier, which was dragged by several beams of mucus, shook violently. The shadows of the entire symphony hall oscillated, making everyone spin.

"Carron!?" Huxley and Gould, who fell to the ground, turned to look at the entrance to the first floor from a distance.

A hole was opened in the pale light curtain, and Fan Ning stood there holding the baton, just like he had performed in the square before.

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

"You keep the order of the students and don't come in for the time being." Fan Ning told several other knowledgeable people who should be members of the school, including Vice Dean Xu Zi of the School of Music, Dean Graham of the School of Chemical Engineering, and Two of them are unfamiliar.

Even the two high-ranking figures on the stage, Sternikei and Gould, and Huxley, the middle-ranking figure, are now dying. These members are seeking death if they get involved.

And Fan Ning is now very worried about whether there are still people fishing in troubled waters among them, so why not get rid of them all.

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

It was around the end of the second movement that he noticed something strange about the spirits that were still resonating with him - you must know that almost all the audience at Cecil's concert had heard the music in the square before. "Symphony No. 1"!

So Fan Ning rushed over, but for the sake of caution, he did not take Sheeran and Qiong with him.

Because he had a vague feeling that the situation was very serious and it would be extremely dangerous and useless to take them with him.

Stepping into the symphony hall at this moment, Fan Ning's spiritual sense could instantly take in the heterogeneous lights and shadows everywhere.

The weird symphony resounding through the hall, the dissonance of various luminous essences rising in the air, the gong-shaped percussion instrument that seems to be a "pulsating ladle", the stains and residue on the conductor's podium, and the resemblance to Cecil's voice Howl and the huge "Dream Man" face growing on several stacks of crystal chandeliers.

When witnessing all this, Fan Ning finally understood!

“Music playing or a ritual!!!”

"Carolen Van Ning?" Fabian, who was holding a notebook and "sketching" on the stage, also looked at her in surprise.

"Is this the man who killed his agent, Mendeleev?" the woman who was still controlling the pulsating scoop asked Fabian.

"That's him."

"Perfumer?" Fan Ning recalled the familiar voices at the party.

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

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

"Ahem!" Dean Gould choked out another mouthful of blood. He supported himself and stood up slowly, "Caron, please leave quickly. You can't resist."

"Ta Ta" Fan Ning looked solemn, still walking down the steps step by step.

The pianist's eyes were a little anxious: "I just listened to your "Symphony No. 1". 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 advised the same at this time: "There is no reason for you to fight so hard in the academy. Go back, Caroln."

Fan Ning shook his head: "The situation in the school was out of control for a time. I understand its difficulties. Miss Roy provided me with key clues about Teacher Anton, and then gave in to me. The premiere helped me again. She deserves to be killed." Agent, I'm going to kill you too. In the final analysis, it's because you have been too passive in the past three months, which led to the lack of adequate preparation for today's situation. I did not stay out of the matter and allowed the 'illusion people' to go out and harm the classmates. And the most important thing is yes"

He looked at the two people coldly: "In the case of Teacher Anton, it's not enough for just one agent to die."

Hearing this, Fabian sneered: "Fan Ning, I originally thought you were a smart man and would not choose to come to this concert, but I didn't expect you to come and die on your own."

When Huxley heard this, he said with hatred: "Fabian, you are a traitor to the Bologna School. Fortunately, Mr. Sternikei promoted you before."

"Mr. Principal, we only pursue the truth. Have you forgotten the teachings of our ancestors and the path guided by the 'Fountain in the Painting'?"

Fabian accelerated the drawing speed of the pen in his hand, and Cecil, the "dream boy" hanging on the chandelier, let out another blood-curdling howl, and pulled several sticks of foul-smelling slime and shot them towards Fan Ning.

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

Guesses flashed through Fan Ning's mind, and he tapped the baton forward in his hand.

The giant face of "Dream Man" that collided 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 unconscious listeners present, and almost all of them have maintained a spiritual resonance with Fan Ning.

The birth of "Dream Boy" is also based on Cecil's symphony and the impact of previous group memories on these audiences!

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

During the stalemate, Fan Ning looked serious and large beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Who was more inspired, whose symphony had a deeper impact on these audiences?

His astral body suddenly reflected some transcendental thoughts or emotions, and followed the hum of inspiration and conveyed them to more than a thousand listeners. That was the "Psalm Motive" of the fourth movement of "Symphony No. 1 in D Major" that was once played by seven horn players!

The rhythm is square, the listening experience is clear, and it is elegant and elegant. It symbolizes divinity and purification's "psalm motive"! !

Fan Ning's eyes were almost white-hot, and a Tulungarian word came out from his mouth in a low voice:

"Purify!"