Nanjing, BASIS International School.

In the music practice rooms at BASIS International School, soundproof walls completely block out the outside world.

A beam of light shines on the black lacquered surface of the Steinway grand piano, reflecting a cold, hard luster.

There's no chalk dust smell like in public high schools here, only a faint fragrance from the temperature-controlled system.

And the faint strains of Schubert's Serenade playing in the corridor.

Ye Xi sat upright on the piano bench, her back ramrod straight.

She was wearing a custom-made British-style school uniform with a dark red ribbon tied at the collar.

Her long, jet-black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.

That delicate profile, as exquisite as a porcelain doll's, appeared exceptionally ethereal in the light and shadow.

Her fingers danced across the piano keys, producing the challenging melody of Liszt's "La Campanella".

In the corridor outside the door,

Teachers and students passing by couldn't help but slow down and cast admiring glances inside.

"As expected of the Ye family's daughter, her temperament is simply born for the piano."

"I heard she's already received a conditional offer from the Curtis Institute of Music. I'm so envious."

However, only Ye Xi herself knew that

What kind of internal struggle was going on in her mind at that moment?

It is in the 53rd measure, at the very moment when the melody rises to its highest point.

Ye Xi's finger trembled.

The left hand should have landed with the force of a thunderbolt, an octave leap.

But it hit the adjacent black key.

With a muffled "hum,"

The overall mood of the entire section has been completely lost.

Ye Xi maintained her gentle demeanor.

But inside, it felt like twenty-five mice were frantically scratching at the door.

Just now, just now!

The screen of her phone, which was placed next to the music stand, lit up briefly.

The notification sound for special attention was muted.

But the vibrations, in a room filled only with the sound of the piano, traveled through the piano's soundbox to her fingertips.

She glanced at it while typing blindly.

But it turned out to be an update notification from "Dream Weaver of Hell"!

As a die-hard fan of "Human World is Like Prison" and also a reader of "Jian Shen's" books,

Ye Xi had been eagerly anticipating today's highly anticipated "Ferryman Battle" that had captured the attention of the entire internet.

The internet is in an uproar right now, with people saying that the dream architect is extorting money, plagiarizing, and has no moral bottom line.

But Ye Xi doesn't think so.

The dream weaver who could write such an ending was definitely not the kind of mediocre person who could only parrot others' ideas.

curious.

She was so curious.

How exactly will that madman interpret the word "ferry"?

"call……"

The song ended.

Ye Xi gracefully raised her wrist, drawing an arc in the air before gently lowering it.

Once she was sure the patrolling teacher outside had gone far away, her previously ramrod-straight back instantly slumped.

That unapproachable goddess aura has completely vanished.

With an extremely practiced motion, she quickly pulled the phone from beside the music stand.

With practiced ease, I unlocked the app and opened the Hongguo Reading app.

The action was completed in one smooth motion, taking only 0.5 seconds.

On the screen, the black and red cover exuded a chilling aura.

It lacks the idyllic beauty of a sunset over a desolate wasteland, as seen in "The Ferryman".

There was no warm, redemptive tone either.

Only black.

Pure, oppressive black.

Chapter 1: Convenience Store No. 444

Ye Xi took a deep breath and hid her phone inside the thick music score folder.

Pretending to be studying music theory, he lightly swiped his finger across the screen.

Upon seeing this, her previously nonchalant gaze instantly froze.

The first line of text on the screen immediately brought a chilly, damp feeling to the viewer.

According to Buddhist scriptures, there are five kinds of eyes in this world.

Heavenly Eye, Wisdom Eye, Dharma Eye, Buddha Eye, Physical Eye.

The eyes of the physical body are dim and unclear; they see what is near but not what is far, what is in front but not what is behind, what is light but not what is dark.

However, there is another type of eye that does not belong to these five types.

It can see... things that shouldn't exist.

The story doesn't begin with a grand world-building introduction, but rather with a cold, detached monologue.

Ye Xi subconsciously held her breath.