I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

The scorched black traces behind the stage were distorted, projecting indifferent words in Lu Jian's vision.

【Find the player 1/1】

Obviously, this is the person Lu Yi needs to find for the mission.

However, it would be nice if the task was just that.

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【Survive until dawn: 05:51:16】

There are still more than five hours, but now every second is suffering for Lu Jian.

The scorched "man" in a tuxedo was also immersed in his own melody, the melody was treacherous and changeable, every note seemed to have its own will, jumping from the keys, and flowing into Lu Juan's ears , beating his tympanic membrane.

Lu Jian felt that his thinking was sluggish again, as if he was stuck by some kind of semi-solid gel, and it was difficult to even have a thought.

Such a situation made Lu Jian think of Suona.

When I was playing the suona, I seemed to be in a similar state.

Are those people who listen to themselves playing the suona the same as Lu Jian now?

"...!"

Thinking of the previous situation, Lu Jian's brain suddenly became clear.

The sound of the piano he heard now was not just ordinary music.

This is some kind of melody with supernatural power that can interfere with people's consciousness.

Du Danping... also has similar power?

The system prompts that he is the 233rd God's Chosen One, that is to say, there may be more than 200 people before?

Du Danping is one of them?

"......I see."

In the stagnant thinking, Lu Jian understood everything.

"Du Danping has some kind of talent or qualification to enter the quiet place..., thus gaining extraordinary...power, like me, he may...choose... [Music Family】?"

"Using his extraordinary strength, Du Danping...bewitched the people in the entire theater hall with the sound of the piano, so...even if the fire has spread, these people are still...unmoved, Because their consciousness has been... disturbed!"

"But... if all of this is caused by... Du Danping, he really has... these powers, why would he... die here?"

Lu Jian's thoughts tried to break through the barrier of the piano sound and regain control of his body.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was just like a puppet, becoming more and more dull, and even the light in his eyes began to dissipate.

"...have to get out of control...music...playing...only with...music can...defeat.. ....music......"

Thinking slowly, Lu Jian caught the flash of inspiration.

This melody obviously affects people through the sense of hearing. Then, it only needs to destroy the sense of hearing to be liberated from it?

Without more room for consideration, a silver revolver emerged from Lu Trip's right hand.

In his mind, the revolver magazine jumped, and a silver-gray bullet was aimed at the barrel of the gun.

In the illusion, the revolver was aimed at Lu Trip's brain.

boom--

A silent gunshot sounded in Lu's ear.

The bullet easily broke through Lu Trip's skin and penetrated into his brain. Along with the invisible hole, some kind of power above reason began to destroy and change the structure of Lu Trip's voice.

Some kind of melody came from his open mouth.

"Good luck to you, good luck to you, good luck to bring joy and love, good luck to us, good luck to us, good luck to prosper and connect the world..."

The passionate singing of "Good Luck Comes" echoed in the theater hall, intertwined with the sound of the piano,

It actually formed a strange harmony.

The melody in his ears was destroyed, and Lu Juan felt that the strength of his whole body had returned. He continued to utter a high-pitched female voice and sang "Good Luck" repeatedly. For a while, in the elegant theater hall, the magical piano melody and The collision of joyful popular songs formed a strange atmosphere.

Lu Jian sang "Lucky Come" while running towards the stage, clenched the crowbar in his hand.

As long as Du Danping's undead can be eliminated, the sound of the piano will stop.

The next moment, several model dolls appeared out of nowhere.

These mannequins are dressed in tattered suits, and the eyes painted on them are strange and strange. Their movements are as if they are being manipulated by someone. They are slow and jerky, but there are more of them, almost blocking the road to the road. The road to the stage.

The model puppet stretched out its hands towards Lu Jian, those stiff palms were cold, hard, with a creepy slippery touch, they were about to grab Lu Jian's body.

"Good luck to you, good luck to you..."

Lu Juan didn't stop singing, and at the same time, he waved the crowbar in his hand.

Click——

Something as light and dense as a spider's web covered his brain, making Lu Trip use the crowbar in his hand with precision and skill, as if he was born to be a good hand with crowbars, and the bones in his body are made of crowbars the same.

With the most extreme strength, the most precise angle, and the most perfect direction, the crowbar hit the mannequin standing in front of him.

The model doll's head flew out immediately, and it was raised high. Before it fell to the ground, Lu Juan swung his stick again, smashing the forehead of another model doll.

"Luck brings joy and love..."

The joyful singing was still playing repeatedly in Lu Lian's mouth. In this festive and peaceful singing, another model doll was blown away by a crowbar.

Like a god of war, Lu Jue arrived at the piano in two steps in three steps.

At this moment, the melody of the piano has reached its climax, and some kind of eternal, magnificent, indifferent and cold power seems to be contained in this melody.

Crowbars followed.

Pat——

The scorched, decayed, and broken player was hit by a hard crowbar, and it disintegrated with almost no resistance.

The playing stopped abruptly.

The movements of those mannequins stopped immediately, and they froze into frames of horrifying and horrifying images.

"That's it?"

Lu Jian waited for dozens of seconds before stopping his repeated singing and returning to normal.

He looked at the body that had gone with the wind and turned into ashes, and Lu Jian felt something was wrong.

If you don't have [last words], then after hearing the melody, you will have no room to resist and you will be deprived of control of your body, or even lose consciousness and be slaughtered.

If you don't have the [Holy Sword of Physics], even if you can get rid of the control, it will be extremely difficult to break through the block of the model doll and kill this undead of Du Danping.

In this case, such a task is still [mortal] difficulty, is it the same as [friend under the bed]?

Is there a problem with the mission evaluation or is there some deviation in the middle of Lu Jian?

Thinking of this, Lu Jian looked around, and there was silence.

The moonlight didn't know when it became dim.

He looked up.

Beyond the shattered dome on that side lay the darkness of night.

The moon has passed the gap, dotted with stars that only the wilderness can see.

Among the stars, there is one most dazzling bright star, and the light at this moment is shedding from the gap.

Accompanied by the shining of the stars, some kind of information flooded into Lu Jian's brain, which was wrapped in sticky spider web-like knowledge.

Some kind of knowledge conveyed through the lost melody.

He knew that this bright star was one of the brightest stars in the sky all year.

Some kind of call came from above this star, spanning the distance of time and space.

Accompanied by this light, some kind of magnificent, indifferent, and absolute power began to fill the entire theater hall.

Lu Jian finally knew the whole picture of the matter.

He understood what Du Danping had been fighting against until his death, and even after his death.

He stared there.

At this moment, in Lu Jian's eyes, Aldebaran was clearly visible.

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