The charred marks behind the stage distorted, projecting indifferent words in Lu Ban's field of vision.

【Find the performer 1/1】

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

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

Another line of text appeared underneath this.

[Survive until dawn: 05:51:16]

There are still more than five hours left, but every second now is torture for Lu Ban.

The charred "person" in a tuxedo was also immersed in his own melody. The melody was bizarre and changeable. Every note seemed to have its own will, leaping from the keys, flowing into Lu Ban's ears, and hitting his eardrums.

Lu Ban felt that his thinking had become sluggish again, as if he was stuck by some semi-solid gel, and it was difficult for him to even have a single thought.

This situation made Lu Ban think of suona.

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

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

“……!”

When Lu Ban thought about the previous situation, his mind suddenly became clear.

The piano music he heard now was not just ordinary music.

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

Du Danping...also has similar power?

The system prompts that I am the 233rd Chosen One. Does that mean there may have been more than 200 before me?

Is Du Danping one of them?

"……I see."

In the stagnant thinking, Lu Ban understood everything.

"Du Danping has some kind of talent or has obtained the qualification to enter the Land of Silence... and thus gained extraordinary... power. Just like me, he might... have chosen... [Musician]?"

"Using his extraordinary power, Du Danping... used the sound of his piano to bewitch everyone in the theater hall. So... even if the fire had spread, these people were still... unmoved, because their consciousness had been... disturbed!"

"But...if all this was caused by...Du Danping, and he really possessed...these powers, why did he...die here?"

Lu Ban's thoughts tried to break through the barriers 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 fade.

"...must break free of control...music...play...only with...music can...defeat...music..."

As his thoughts slowly moved forward, Lu Ban caught a flash of inspiration.

This melody obviously affects people through hearing, so, can we be freed from it just by destroying our hearing?

Without any more time to consider, a silver revolver appeared in Lu Ban's right hand.

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

In the illusion, the revolver was pointed at Lu Ban's brain.

Bang--

A silent gunshot rang in Lu Ban's ears.

The bullet easily broke through Lu Ban's skin and penetrated into his brain, leaving an invisible hole. Some force that was above reason began to change Lu Ban's vocal structure.

A certain melody came from his open mouth.

"Good luck to you. I wish you good luck. Good luck brings joy and love. Good luck to us. Good luck to you. We will be prosperous and spread all over the world..."

The passionate singing of "Good Luck Comes" echoed in the theater hall. This sound intertwined with the sound of the piano, unexpectedly forming some kind of strange harmony.

The melody in his ears was destroyed, and Lu Ban felt that all the strength in his body had returned. He continued to sing "Good Luck" repeatedly in a high-pitched female voice. For a moment, in the elegant theater hall, the magical piano melody and the joyful popular songs collided, forming a strange atmosphere.

Lu Ban sang "Good Luck Comes" while running towards the stage, holding the crowbar tightly in his hand.

As long as Du Danping's ghost can be eliminated, the piano music will stop.

The next moment, several model dolls suddenly appeared.

These model dolls were dressed in tattered formal wear, and two of them had strange eyes painted on them. Their movements were slow and awkward, as if they were controlled by someone. But their numbers were greater, and they almost blocked Lu Ban's way to the stage.

The model doll stretched out its hands towards Lu Ban. Those stiff palms were cold, hard, and had a creepy and slippery touch, and were about to grab Lu Ban's body.

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

Lu Ban did not stop singing, and at the same time, he waved the crowbar in his hand.

Click——

Something as light and dense as a spider web covered his brain, allowing Lu Ban to use the crowbar in his hand accurately and skillfully, as if he was born to be good at using crowbars and the bones in his body were made of crowbars.

With the most extreme force, the most precise angle, and the most perfect direction, the crowbar hit the model doll standing in front of him.

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

"Good luck brings joy and love..."

Lu Ban continued to sing the joyful song over and over again. Amidst the festive and peaceful song, another model doll was knocked away by the crowbar.

Lu Ban was like a god of war, taking two steps at a time and reaching the piano.

At this moment, the piano melody reached its climax. Some kind of eternal, magnificent, indifferent and cold power seemed to be hidden in this melody.

The crowbars followed.

Snap——

The charred, rotten, and broken performer was hit by the hard crowbar and broke into pieces with almost no resistance.

The music stopped abruptly.

The movements of the mannequins stopped immediately, forming frames of horrifying and terrifying images.

"That's it?"

Lu Ban waited for dozens of seconds before he stopped repeating the song and returned to his normal state.

He looked at the corpse that had been blown away by the wind and turned into ashes, and Lu Ban felt something was wrong.

If one does not have a [last words], then after hearing the melody, control of the body will be taken away with almost no room for resistance, and one may even lose consciousness and be at the mercy of others.

If he didn't have the [Holy Sword of Physics], then even if he could break free from the control, it would be extremely difficult to break through the obstruction of the model doll and kill the undead ghost of Du Danping.

In this case, such a task is still of [Mortal] difficulty, is it the same as [Friends Under the Bed]?

Is there something wrong with the evaluation of this task or did Lu Ban have some deviation in the process?

Thinking of this, Lu Ban looked around and saw silence.

I don't know when the moonlight became dim.

He raised his head.

Outside the broken dome is the deep night.

The moon had passed through the gap, and the sky was dotted with stars that could only be seen in the wilderness.

Among the stars, there is the brightest star, and its light is now falling from the gap.

With the shining of starlight, some information flooded into Lu Ban's brain, which was wrapped in sticky spider-web-like knowledge.

A kind of knowledge passed on through the melody that has disappeared.

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

A certain call came from this star, spanning the distance of time and space.

Along with this light, a kind of magnificent, indifferent, and absolute power began to fill the entire theater hall.

Lu Ban finally knew the whole story.

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

He looked there.

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