Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

When the suona is played, who can rival it?

It's either ascension to heaven or the wedding ceremony!

It blew for a full minute.

Wang Dazhu only stopped when he couldn't hold his breath any longer.

The rehearsal room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's ears were ringing.

Zhou Yan squatted on the ground, his face pale, feeling dizzy and disoriented. That last blow had almost killed him.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Xu Qing chewed the gum she had just put in her mouth expressionlessly.

"Does it sound good?"

"This is the high note you wanted."

Is it high enough?

"If that's not enough, let Dazhu play you another one."

Zhou Yan stood up unsteadily, covering his ear with one hand and pointing at Xu Qing with the other, trembling with anger.

"You...you..."

"You've gone too far!"

"Xu Qing! You openly attacked the director! You..."

"I'm just showing off my talent," Xu Qing interrupted him. "Didn't you want to hear high notes? Here you go."

"you……"

Zhou Yan was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

This kid is crazy; you can't go head-to-head with him.

Since you won't listen to reason and will have to suffer the consequences, then don't blame me for being impolite.

Zhou Yan gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Okay, very good."

"Xu Qing, you've got guts."

"Since you enjoy playing this kind of funeral music so much, then you don't deserve to use this rehearsal room."

Zhou Yan waved his hand.

"From now on, the rehearsal room for Class F has been requisitioned and will be used as a rest room for Mr. Ye Zhi Qiu."

"As for you..."

Zhou Yan pointed outside the door, then pointed to the floor below.

"Go to the basement."

"It's well-soundproofed there, perfect for your kind of shady dealings."

"besides."

Zhou Yan walked to the door, stopped, turned around, and revealed a cruel smile.

"This week's rehearsal resources, whether it's lighting, stage design, or band coordination."

"Xu Qing's group."

"Allocate to zero."

"I'd like to see what kind of trouble you few funeral musicians can cause in the semi-finals without accompaniment or a stage!"

After saying that, Zhou Yan took Ye Zhi Qiu and slammed the door shut as they left.

Only Xu Qing and three others remained in the rehearsal room.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Wang Dazhu held the suona, looking guilty.

"Brother...did I cause you trouble?"

"This is bad, we're going to have to go to the basement..."

Li Ergou and Zhang Tiedan were also dejected.

Is a basement a place for people to stay? It's dark and damp, without even windows, and used to be a dumping ground for junk.

Xu Qing smiled.

He walked to the window and looked at the rising sun outside.

basement?

That's the place he knows best.

He lived in that dark and gloomy place for a whole year.

There is no light there.

But he can make flowers bloom in the darkness.

"disaster?"

Xu Qing turned around and patted Wang Dazhu on the shoulder.

"This is not a disaster."

"That's giving him face."

"Pack your things."

Xu Qing pulled the hoodie up over her head and walked out first.

"Go to the basement."

"That kind of place is actually more suitable for us."

"Because only in the darkest places..."

Xu Qing's voice was very soft, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"That's when the fire burns the brightest."

Wang Dazhu and the other two exchanged glances.

Although they didn't know where Xu Qing got his confidence from, looking at that slender yet upright figure, their fear inexplicably dissipated.

"Walk!"

"Listen to Brother Qing!"

"The worst that can happen is we lose! What's there to be afraid of!"

The three men, carrying suona, erhu, and a large drum, followed after them with great pride and high spirits.

……

The basement was indeed very dilapidated.

The air was thick with a musty smell, cobwebs covered the corners of the walls, and only a dim light bulb hung overhead, flickering occasionally.

There was no soundproofing material, no audio equipment, just a few chairs with missing legs.

Wang Dazhu and the others are cleaning.

Xu Qing sat on a broken box in the corner, holding the repaired guitar in her hand, gently plucking the strings.

Suddenly, the system's voice rang in my mind.

【Ding--】

[Host has been detected to be being treated unfairly, triggering a hidden mission: Counterattack.]

[Task Requirements: Defeat Ye Zhi Qiu in the semi-finals and obtain the highest number of votes from the audience, with zero resources and zero stage design.]

[Mission Reward: God-tier skill - Siren's Voice (can freely switch vocal range, surpassing human limits).]

【Whether to accept? 】

Xu Qing's fingers pressed on the strings.

The Siren's Voice?

It sounds pretty good.

Even without this reward, he still couldn't swallow this insult.

You want to compete in high notes?

You look down on folk music, don't you?

You think everything that crawls out of the basement is a rat, right?

Row.

Then let me show you.

What is meant by a roar from hell?

"accept."

Xu Qing silently recited in his heart.

Just then, someone knocked on the iron door to the basement.

Is anyone there?

A furtive voice came from behind.

The door was pushed open a crack.

A head popped in.

Wearing a baseball cap, large sunglasses, and a mask that covered his entire body.

He was also carrying two large bags of takeout food.

The aroma wafted in through the crack in the door.

It tastes like braised pork.

Xu Qing looked up.

Looking at that woman who had wrapped herself up like a rice dumpling.

His lips twitched involuntarily.

What's going on here?

Spy contact?