“Some instruments are so difficult, they’re unheard of.”

"Who is that person? He can play so many different instruments perfectly. It's terrifying."

"He's the train conductor of the Divine Wing Tribe. Don't you know? There are detailed records in the train database."

"Boss, are you still researching recorders? It's completely useless. We humans can't use that kind of instrument at all."

The intranet is very lively, passengers speak freely and sometimes even make suggestions.

There are many music masters among them, and they can finally play a role in popularizing professional knowledge to many people.

Suddenly someone discovered that Chen An was actually trying to play.

"Boss, your idea is good. Try it more."

“Why do I feel like he can do it?”

The intranet was in a commotion until a beautiful voice suddenly arrived, making everyone feel as if they were in a trance and their souls were ascending to heaven.

Not only the passengers, but also the Romo at the scene were alarmed.

He was playing a percussion instrument when he was suddenly awakened by the desolate sound and immediately stopped what he was doing.

Looking back, it was Chen An.

Tielian and Daofeng were equally surprised. They didn't expect Chen An to have such ability.

In the next few minutes, everyone listened attentively and felt the emotions in the music.

In fact, Chen An did not put any emotion into it. He just played mechanically according to his memory, as long as there was sound.

After finishing, Chen An threw the recorder aside and said calmly: "It's that simple."

Luo Mo complained: "Still pretending that you can't do it? Hurry up and help me, hurry up and pass it."

Chen An said: "The two of us are still too slow, we have to teach them first."

"Teach them?" Luo Mo shook his head. "I might as well teach two stones."

This is obviously a method of provoking the opponent. The key is that the sickle and the blade are susceptible to provocation.

Chen An taught them using the method given by Fu Yao, and it only took half a day.

Tiejian: "Is this music? It's no different from a toy."

Blade: "If I had known it was so simple, I would have learned it earlier. It seems that I need to learn more other knowledge when I return to the train, and strive to become proficient in everything."

After that, the four of them played various instruments, which seemed chaotic but strangely harmonious.

As time went by, the number of musical instruments became fewer and fewer.

When there were only a few dozen left, except for Chen An who could ask Fu Yao for help, everyone else was completely helpless.

After a burst of blinding light, Four Eyes appeared.

"Your potential is beyond my imagination. If you are willing to submit to my master, I can teach you more profound musical knowledge without reservation."

Luo Mo said decisively: "No need."

Four Eyes: "It's okay, you can think about it more. The remaining instruments are not simple. I can introduce the origins of them one by one."

The light was concentrated on a large musical instrument, which looked like a drum, but had a strange shape and many bone spikes protruding outwards.

Romo tried it, but the instrument needed to be struck with the hands, and he couldn't make any sound.

"This instrument comes from a semi-transcendent civilization. They believe in the gods and created an instrument called the Sora. The manufacturing process is brutal, requiring the skeletons of elders from the tribe as support, the tendons of young people as joints, and the skin of children as the drumhead. Every Sora requires the killing of at least ten thousand people. Using the dead is even more unacceptable, as it would be blasphemous to the gods. They were destroyed by me, because I used my entire civilization to create this ultimate Sora. If you want to play it, you must release your consciousness and bear the impact of civilization. Otherwise, you will never pass this level."

After listening, Blade took the lead in trying it.

"I have the worst musical skills, so I'll give you a head start."

Blade stood before Sora, his expression solemn.

After thinking for a long time, he stretched out his hand and slapped it hard, and suddenly a "dong dong dong" sound was heard.

It's very harsh, as if countless people are shouting, making people subconsciously frown.

After beating for half a minute, the sound suddenly disappeared.

Blade shook his head and left, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Sorry, this is my limit. Who of you will continue?"

Tiejian is gone.

“I love this instrument.”

He picked up the skills faster, and the sounds he made had a rhythm, which was much better than Blade's performance.

Chen An looked up at the four-eyed giant face. Its expression was tense, indicating that it did not approve.

Two minutes later, the iron sickle ended.

"I could actually continue, but those thoughts were too complicated and pushed me out."

Tielian was still not satisfied and wanted to do it again, but was stopped by Chen An.

"Don't go. It's a waste of time. Luo Mo, you try it."

Luo Mo has been watching for so long and has gained a lot of insights.

He began to play with great anticipation, and the melody was indeed beautiful.

The four-eyed giant face looked a little better, but did not give an expression of approval.

Chen An asked Fuyao: "What emotions did Fiona sense?"

[Regret. Siyan had high hopes for Luo Mo, but he didn't get the results he wanted.]

[If the master tries, be sure to pay attention to the origin of Sora]

Five minutes later, Romo finished playing and received unanimous approval.

I thought this instrument was finished, but I didn’t expect Siyan to be dissatisfied.

"You haven't found your soul, I don't agree."

Luo Mo's smile faded: "What soul? Can't you explain it clearly in one go?"

"The soul of fart is just a musical instrument. Are you deliberately causing trouble and not letting us pass?" Tielan questioned.

Siyan said sternly, "All the rules for passing the level have been set. You can supervise them yourselves. There will be no possibility of mid-level changes. Don't we still have Chen An? You can also give it a try."

Chen An narrowed his eyes and walked towards the musical instrument.

Sora is very big, and Chen An needs to fly to a three-meter-high platform to reach the drum surface to beat it.

He didn't rush to play, but closed his eyes and dispersed his consciousness.

When his consciousness touched the drum surface, he saw many children crying, screaming, and at a loss.

As consciousness deepens, more and more images appear in the mind.

If it were an ordinary person, their mental consciousness would suffer a severe blow.

Chen An didn't care. He could even fight against mental viruses, let alone some harmless latent consciousness.

These consciousnesses were extracted by the four-eyed giant face and locked in the drum, which is why they make all kinds of weird noises.

As he went deeper inside, Chen An gradually saw countless men and women.

There are various ways of dying.

They wailed and wailed in fear, imprinting their negative emotions into the drums, forming consonants.

Further inside are the elderly people. They died rather calmly, without crying or making a fuss, only revealing a sad emotion.

These emotions can act as harmonies, adding depth to the drum sound.

When Chen An used his consciousness to perceive the entire drum, a clear form of civilization gradually appeared in his mind.

He stretched out his right hand and slapped the drum, making a dull sound.

Then came the left hand, also with a muffled sound.

After that, the two hands took turns, but there was no nice melody or drum beats. Instead, it was a bit messy and uncomfortable to listen to.

"Old Chen learned nothing." Tielan complained.

Blade said, "He might be under a lot of pressure. Let him adapt more."

However, Four Eyes was shocked.

"You...you...can you bear the suffering of a civilization?"