Zongman: Nagasaki Sushi's adopted brother

[Why are you singing along with Bai Ye? You are the lead singer of Ave Mujica.]

Why didn’t you even play the music just now?

At this moment, Sanjiao Chuhua seemed to have turned into two people standing back to back, becoming Naga. Her four hands tightly locked Toyokawa Shoko's right hand, as if she was trying her best to stop her struggle.

...

"Is this a curse? Or redemption?"

"Dedicate your heart to the darkness here"

...

The number of executions increased, but it was not the end yet.

The bass sound of Hachiman Kailing, like a cold wind from the depths of hell, brought with it endless chill, and sounded from behind Toyokawa Shoko's left side.

The sound was so harmonious to the listeners, as if it was part of the music, but to Xiangzi, it was like a sharp ice thorn.

【Hailing, why? 】

What did I do wrong?

[You are obviously the most rational one, why are you also making trouble?]

The one who responded to Xiangzi's thoughts was the judge-like figure of Hachiman Kailing.

She held the ice pick high in her hand, and every step she took was filled with the warmth of ice, as if she had come from another world. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes revealed a cold determination.

"when--"

With a crisp and sharp sound, the ice pick pierced into Toyokawa Shoko's left palm.

Xiangzi's body trembled slightly, and a tingling sensation spread from her heart to her whole body, making her unable to avoid it or bear it. She wanted to cry, but the tears were frozen in her eyes by the cold.

Xiangzi was enveloped in the cold, and the air around her seemed to have turned into endless ice, making her unable to move. Her body trembled in the cold wind, and breathing became difficult.

...

"Tonight, I will also happily shake the abyss"

"Drag you into it along with me"

...

Miao Meng joined in the executioner's joy.

She made a cross with her hands, as if praying devoutly for the Terminator, and then she began to release the collapse.

There seemed to be an invisible force surging around her body, causing the air to tremble.

The extremely charming Abyssal Demon Shadow completely released its terrifying potential energy at this moment. The demon shadow was like a giant beast from the abyss, emitting a suffocating aura.

No one could ignore Miao Meng who was firing on all cylinders. At this moment, she had become the true uncrowned king. Her aura overwhelmed the entire audience, attracting everyone's attention.

【Meow Dream, why? 】

[We clearly agreed that I would give you the fame and fortune you want]

[Why do you repeatedly oppose me, and now you want to use this to crush me?]

A giant hand from the abyss tightly grasped Toyokawa Shoko's left leg, and endless darkness invaded her fragile body and mind.

The darkness seemed to have life, constantly devouring Xiangzi's consciousness and strength.

She felt her left leg being dragged into a bottomless abyss, unable to break free or resist.

...

"Like thorns entangled in the body"

"It means we will never separate"

...

Wakaba Mutsu and Mortis, as the "headless guitarists", became the key players in this trial.

One of them held a guitar, and the other hugged each other tightly from behind, as if they had merged into one, playing music that destroyed everything.

Their faces began to twist, half becoming extremely perverse, while the other half was filled with pain. This twisted expression seemed to be telling of the struggle and contradiction within.

They are no longer simple individuals, but have merged into a monster, a monster full of mercy and anger.

【Mu, why? 】

[You just said you couldn't play it, why do you know how to play it now?]

[We clearly agreed that you would always stand by me and become my doll, why is it that even you...]

The headless monster smiled, grabbed Toyokawa Shoko's right leg, and was holding a sickle, carefully looking for the best angle of entry.

The sickle flashed coldly under the light, as if announcing the coming of the end.

Xiangzi's body trembled slightly in the air. She felt her right leg being swallowed and destroyed bit by bit.

...

"Ave Mujica, keeps falling"

“Ave Mujica, until the point of no return”

...

The last one to finish off the enemy was Bai Ye.

The silver magician, filled with rage at this moment, completely erupted with all his strength.

His hands flew across the keyboard so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

He was like a madman possessed by music, jumping wildly on the keyboard, and every note was full of power and emotion.

Inspired by Bai Ye's music, the entire Aurora Band underwent a qualitative change. They seemed to be endowed with divine power, and their bodies and instruments were coated with a layer of silver light.

This radiance was like a miracle, making them look not like musicians playing in the mortal world, but messengers from heaven.

In Toyokawa Shoko's eyes, the members of the Aurora band were no longer the monsters that she found hateful before.

They transformed into multi-winged angels, singing smiles and songs of death in her ears.

The song contained both gentle comfort and the ruthless death and decay, which made Xiangzi feel an unknown fear.

At this moment, Shoko Toyokawa finally understood.

She should have understood it from the moment Bai Ye revealed his identity.

Ave Mujica never existed

Ave Mujica is just a joke

She had watched the Aurora band's videos countless times, and now she finally understood this familiar feeling.

Naga Siren——Triangle Chuhua.

Ice Ghost——Hachiman Kailing.

The Phantom of the Abyss——Wakamu of Yutenji.

There is no such thing as having many lovers - Ruo Ye Mu.

Silver Magician - White Night.

All lies

【It's all fake】

【It's all a joke】

Everything was right. At this moment, Shoko Toyokawa covered her ears tightly with her hands, as if to isolate herself from the whole world.

She banged her head hard on the ground. She didn't dare to face it and she began to get scared.

Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion, as if she was lost in endless darkness.

She recalled the strange feeling she had when she first recruited people into the band. At that time, she was so confident and decisive, as if everything was under her control.

She recalled herself declaring her victory over Aurora over and over again in front of everyone. Those words had once been so loud and resolute, but now, like an echo, they had become ironic in her ears.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

She let out a heart-wrenching scream, her voice filled with despair and pain.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, flowed across the tip of her nose with the force of gravity, and then dripped onto the ground as if mocking her.

Every tear seemed to tell of her failure and helplessness.

【why? 】

【Why is this happening? 】

What have I been insisting on all this time?

As the last keyboard sound fell, Bai Ye slowly raised his hands, as proud and majestic as a silver king.

His eyes were as cold as ice, yet they flashed with an unquestionable determination.

It was as if the Silver King had drawn out his supreme sword. The sharp blade drew an arc in the air, accurately and ruthlessly slashing at the defeated tyrant who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

A sword cuts the throat and the head falls to the ground...

Chapter 143 The Magician is Dead, White Night is King

Kumamoto Castle Concert Hall, stage.

As the last note faded in the air, the Aurora Band's performance came to a perfect end.

The stage of Kumamoto Castle Concert Hall was shrouded in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, and the audience was immersed in the lingering sound of the music, in silence.

The audience's eyes were filled with intoxication and satisfaction. Everyone seemed to be under a spell and didn't want to wake up from this musical dream at all.

I really want to stretch out the time, I really want to go back to the beginning and listen to it again, no, ten times, a hundred times.

This was the same thought that emerged in the minds of all the audience present, and their hearts were filled with aftertaste of the performance just now.

All the negativity that had been caused by the end of the band and the Ave Mujica incident was swept away.

Instead, a sense of satisfaction overflowed from my heart like flowers blooming in spring, filling my entire heart.

No one wanted to make a sound and disturb this perfect atmosphere.

At this moment, even applauding became a sin.

The audience sat silently, as if any movement would break this beautiful moment.

"Tap, step, step -"

Bai Ye slowly walked to the front of the stage, his footsteps sounding particularly clear in the quiet concert hall.

He leaned his upper body forward slightly, crossed his right hand over his heart, then lowered his head and closed his charming eyes.

His movements were slow and solemn, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

"Dear guests, thank you for coming..."

"Welcome to the Silver Magician's funeral."

He slowly removed the iconic silver mask from his face with his left hand, then threw it away with force.

The silver mask flashed brightly under the light, like a bird flying into the sky, and suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight, completely out of sight.

So far...

The magician is dead, and the white night is king.

"clatter--"

As the lights on the stage gradually came on, the audience in the audience finally woke up from their dream and came back to their senses from the shocking moment just now.

Their eyes widened, sparkling with surprise and excitement. Their originally calm faces were now flushed with layers of red, like the sunset glow dyed red by the setting sun, spreading out, filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

They began to shout the name.

"white night.."

"White night, white night..."

"White night, white night, white night, white night!"

It started with one person shouting, then it became two, three... until it became everyone present.