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"Waaah—"

A very long and mournful tone.

It burst forth from the copper mouth of the suona!

Liu Yifei felt a chill rush from her tailbone straight to the back of her head, and a patch of fine goosebumps instantly appeared on her arm!

The curiosity and anticipation I felt just moments ago have long since vanished.

She looked at the suona that was causing trouble with a look of utter terror, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Waaah—"

"Waaah—"

"Waaaaah—"

Fang Yu showed no sign of stopping, and even closed his eyes in rapture.

With his masterful skill, his fingertips danced nimbly across the air vents.

They deliberately made the melody of this piece increasingly eerie and unsettling.

The mournful melody echoed throughout the shop, as if it had transformed into a pair of icy hands.

He was slowly and menacingly stroking the back of everyone's neck.

The music store owner, who had been all smiles, now had his face twitching uncontrollably.

He stiffly looked around. The Western guitar and elegant grand piano, which usually exuded an artistic atmosphere, were now replaced by a chilling background music.

The boss suddenly felt that they looked like rows of dark, cold, and neatly arranged urns!

This isn't a music instrument store, it's been turned into a funeral home!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What the hell is this thing?!]

Help! I was watching the live stream with headphones on!

[In broad daylight, why do I feel a chill down my spine? Did something just pass by?]

[This music is so creepy! Feather God, are you trying to send us, the audience, to our deaths on the spot so you can inherit our Alipay accounts?!]

[New brothers, don't be afraid, you'll get used to it. Our Feather God team's main strategy is to strike unexpectedly and catch the enemy off guard!]

This isn't just catching them off guard; they're trying to wipe us out in one fell swoop!

This piece, "Hundred Ghosts in the Fog Forest," is not long, nor is it an extremely complex or technically demanding piece.

Amidst the wailing and screaming of the viewers in the live stream.

Fang Yu's performance finally came to an end.

He slowly put down the suona in his hand, a look of extreme satisfaction on his face.

Hmm, not bad!

The tone is excellent; it's a rare find!

He turned his head, ready to discuss the price with the boss.

As soon as he turned his head, he met the boss's terrified eyes.

It felt as if what he was holding in his hand was not a suona, but some kind of deadly weapon.

Looking at Liu Yifei, she wasn't much better off.

She had retreated several meters away without her noticing.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was pressed against the corner of the wall.

Fang Yu glanced at their miserable state and curled his lip.

Is that so?

Where is this?

If this song "Hundred Ghosts in the Fog Forest" were paired with the high-definition, uncensored original video of "Red and White Clash," that would be a truly immersive experience.

I didn't expect these two to have such poor mental fortitude; they're already acting like they're about to call 120 (emergency services).

Fang Yu cleared his throat, breaking the eerie silence first.

"Um... that."

"Boss, this suona is great, how much?"

The previously dazed music store owner was jolted awake by the not-too-loud question, as if he had just woken from a dream.

He stared at Fang Yu, who was smiling, his lips trembling.

"Young man..."

"You...you play the suona...so well!"

"but……"

The boss swallowed hard, then abruptly changed the subject.

"Don't brag like that next time!"

"This tune is fucking terrifying!"

"If you went out and blew that in the middle of the night, I'm telling you, you could scare people to death!"

The boss spoke with such sincerity that he was almost in tears.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei, who was huddled in the corner, nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, her face beaming with undisguised agreement.

The viewers in the live stream had just returned from a stroll near the gates of hell, and after catching their breath, they couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing the boss's accusations.

[Hahaha! That's a really good boast, don't do it again!]

[Boss: I just want to run a small business; I don't want to get involved in anything dirty!]

Seeing their reactions, Fang Yu touched his nose awkwardly, thinking to himself that these people really didn't understand art.

"Okay, boss, then this suona..."

"Sell! We have to sell!"

The boss's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, as if he was afraid the man would change his mind.

"Young man, let me tell you, this is the best old rosewood suona in our shop, the tone is absolutely perfect!"

"Since you seem to know your stuff, I won't overcharge you. Here's eight hundred yuan!"

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and quickly added:

"Here's another box of reeds for you!"

Just kidding, the boss feels something's off about this suona now.

If I left this in the shop, I wouldn't dare sleep at night!

Fang Yu was both amused and exasperated, but readily paid the money.

I asked the boss to help me find a box to pack it up.

……

After leaving the music store, Liu Yifei jumped into the familiar Wuling minivan, and only then did she feel her soul return to its place.

The golden sunlight outside finally dispelled the chilly, gloomy atmosphere that had filled the shop.

The car slowly started moving and merged into the traffic.

Liu Yifei glanced furtively at the black box containing the "murder weapon" on the back seat, and couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

That eerie and mournful tune still seems to echo in my ears.

She held her breath for two whole blocks, finally unable to bear the inner torment any longer. She turned to look at Fang Yu, who was driving, and asked him a soul-searching question:

"Fang Yu, you...you absolutely mustn't tell me that on the day Tie Zhu goes to pick up his bride, you're going to blow this outside her window?"

"Let me tell you, if you're really going to brag about this, you go by yourself. I'm not going to go with you!"

Her voice trembled slightly.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid the bride's family will mistake me for an accomplice and beat me out!"

This is definitely not alarmist.

Liu Yifei could already picture that scene:

On this joyous occasion, the house was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and filled with guests.

Then Fang Yu stood downstairs at the bride's house and took out his suona.

The song "Hundred Ghosts in the Fog Forest" resounded through the sky.

The bride won't be able to get out; her extended family members will probably come out with cleavers and chop him up on the spot.

This is hardly a wedding procession.

This is clearly a feud!

Hearing Liu Yifei's question.

Fang Yu gripped the steering wheel and burst out laughing.

"Fairy Sister, what kind of person do you take me for?"

He patted his chest and assured them:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

"The piece we just played was purely to test the penetrating power of the suona's high register and the resilience of the reed, to see where its limits are."

"After all, it's for my brother's wedding, so the instruments have to be top-notch and can't let me down, right?"

His words were reasonable and well-founded, and they sounded like they were indeed true.

Liu Yifei stared at his profile with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism:

"Really? What are you planning to brag about?"

"Then it has to be something wholesome and festive!"

Fang Yu looked completely at ease.

"The wedding procession is a major life event, it must be a lively and joyous occasion!"

"I've already mentally reviewed the music a hundred times. I guarantee the bride will have a splendid wedding procession, and her father-in-law will be beaming from ear to ear!"

Hearing this, Liu Yifei finally felt half relieved.

Indeed, although Fang Yu is usually unreliable, he seems to have never made any mistakes when it comes to important matters.