Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

The villagers of Kaoshantun had never seen anything like this before, and they were all dumbfounded.

They had lived most of their lives and had never even heard of such an outrageous and bizarre event, let alone witnessed it with their own eyes!

Can you blow down all the birds in the sky by playing a suona?

Is this even human?

This is clearly a living god descended to earth!

"Oh God..."

In the crowd, an elderly woman dropped her cane, clasped her hands together, and bowed repeatedly to Fang Yu.

As soon as she took the lead, several elderly men and women around her followed suit and began to bow, chanting incantations as they did so.

In their simple worldview, anything incomprehensible can be attributed to miracles.

And those who can cause miracles are naturally gods.

"This...this kid definitely has a powerful spirit attached to him!"

"I think so too! Didn't they have rumors a couple of days ago about him making roe deer and wild boars pull his sled?"

"The Tie Zhu family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke! They've managed to invite a true god here just by getting married!"

Every word of the villagers' chatter reached the ears of the groom, Zhang Tiezhu.

At this moment, Tie Zhu was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the flock of birds that blotted out the sky, his mind a complete blank.

After a long pause, only two words lingered in my mind:

Holy shit.

Then, a feeling of happiness he had never experienced before overwhelmed him with a bang.

My eyes welled up, and two streams of hot tears flowed uncontrollably down my cheeks.

The burly man from Northeast China, standing over 1.8 meters tall, burst into tears in front of the entire village.

Inside the bridal sedan chair.

The bride, Li Xiaojuan, had already lifted the sedan curtain and was gazing intently at everything outside.

She looked at the flock of birds circling in the sky, and at the iron pillar in front of the sedan chair, where someone was crying uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She knew that from this day forward, her wedding with Tiezhu would become a legend.

A legend that everyone talks about and that will never fade.

And all of this was brought to them by that man named Fang Yu.

In the live stream room.

[I hereby declare that from this day forward, I am a follower of the Feather God! The Feather God Cult is now recruiting. Anyone want to join?]

[You're all so superficial! This is clearly science! I bet Fang Yu's suona has an infrasound emitter inside, capable of emitting sound waves of a specific frequency to attract birds!]

[Stop arguing! Stop arguing! No matter if Yu Shen is human, immortal, demon, or alien, he is my one and only male god right now! I'll be the first to object to anyone who dares to slander him!]

And at this moment.

Fang Yu's performance was also coming to an end.

But he did not intend to end it quietly. Instead, he slightly separated his feet, focused his energy in his dantian, and his finger techniques flew in the extremely small space!

"Chirp—"

A clear and exceptionally long note soared into the sky!

five seconds...

ten seconds...

Twenty seconds!

Time passed second by second.

The high-pitched suona sound did not weaken at all!

There wasn't even the slightest tremor or pause for breath!

Under the camera lens of the live broadcast room, tens of millions of netizens saw it clearly.

Fang Yu's cheeks were bulging out, and his nostrils were twitching rapidly at an extremely small and high frequency!

Inhaling through the nose and exhaling through the mouth are happening simultaneously!

Twenty-five seconds...

Thirty seconds...

Thirty-five seconds...

Forty seconds!

The uninterrupted high notes for a full forty seconds sent chills down the spines of tens of millions of viewers across the internet, who nearly died from oxygen deprivation due to holding their breath!

Finally, as Fang Yu paused with his fingertips, all the pent-up energy burst forth.

This last note was like a true phoenix cry from the heavens, clear, high-pitched, and capable of piercing through clouds and splitting rocks!

The sound echoed throughout the entire Kaoshantun village!

Then, they abruptly withdrew.

All sounds are silent.

……

Beijing, Xingyao Entertainment.

"call--"

The top producer, Lao Zhang, slumped onto the sofa.

"It's...it's over...I was so suffocated..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a dazed look, as if he had just survived a catastrophe.

Sister Wang next to her wasn't much better off.

She had just been holding her breath in rhythm with Fang Yu, and almost suffocated herself.

"Teacher Zhang... Teacher Zhang..."

Sister Wang swallowed hard and stared blankly at the screen.

"What exactly is going on?"

"How can a person blow for that long in one breath?!"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the shock in his chest, then slowly shook his head, his face bearing a bitter smile that was a mixture of frustration and fervor.

"This is called circular breathing, and it's one of the most top-notch skills in the world of folk music."

"By inhaling through the nose and exhaling steadily through the mouth, one can theoretically play an unlimited number of notes."

"But that's just theory."

"To be able to maintain that high note for forty seconds without any extraneous noise or breath leakage..."

Old Zhang's voice was dry.

"Throughout China, you can count them on your fingers."

Hearing the scientific explanation, Sister Wang regained her senses slightly, but immediately recalled an even more outrageous scene:

"Then...what about attracting birds? Is that also a technique?"

When Old Zhang heard this question, his eyes suddenly became blank yet fervent.

"Ancient books used to say that the greatest sound is silent, and all things resonate with it. They said that the finest music can connect heaven and earth and attract all birds to pay homage to the phoenix."

"I've spent half my life in music, and I always thought it was just exaggerated rhetoric used by the ancients to boast!"

He suddenly pointed to the screen, his voice trembling with excitement:

"But today? He brought the myth to life in front of tens of millions of people!"

"That kid, he's inhuman!"

"He's a monster! A prodigy!"

After hearing these words...

Sister Wang suddenly noticed.

For Fang Yu, it seems that her role as his agent is becoming increasingly unnecessary.

He doesn't need any planning or packaging at all.

He himself is the best planner and the most outstanding public relations expert.

For him, trending on social media is as easy as eating and drinking.

In front of Fang Yu, his so-called agent seemed to have nothing to do but receive his monthly salary and shout "Holy crap!" through the screen!