In terms of accompaniment, when Wang Xingrui sang each line, the harmony would repeat it softly, at the volume of a whisper.
When the two sounds overlap, the song's eerie atmosphere is immediately deepened.
If the stage effects made the audience feel as if they were in a Gothic palace, then Wang Xingrui's singing directly turned into an invisible net, enveloping all the listeners in darkness.
However, no one would question the difficulty of this song, as Wang Xingrui's starting pitch is already quite high, making it extremely difficult for ordinary singers to sing along.
However, she completed it with extraordinary ease, and was even able to manage her facial expressions.
When Wan Ling saw the world-weariness on Wang Xingrui's face, her nerves were greatly stimulated.
She had to admit that she quite liked this song.
"She's so bold," Wan Ling said, not disguising her admiration. "For an occasion like this, she chose a dark song. But I love it. Young people should have a spirit of innovation and adventure."
The young male singer subconsciously lowered his head, suspecting that he was being implied.
But he was in a very low mood at the moment. He had to admit that Wang Xingrui's singing was very good, so good that he had no fault to complain about.
Both the technique and the dark atmosphere are extremely precise.
The only thing he could pray for now was probably that he was not the last one.
The White Wolf lead singer nodded, echoing Wan Ling's sentiments. "Sure enough, their boss, Mr. Zhou, never disappoints. The songs he writes for them are always of a very high standard. I used to dislike dark songs like this, always feeling like they were contrived. But this time, it's different; the lyrics are quite profound."
Several veteran singers expressed their admiration for Wang Xingrui without any reservation, even though Wang Xingrui had only sung the first paragraph.
The audience was immediately drawn into Wang Xingrui's musical world. They felt as if they were blindfolded, with their hands and feet bound, and were in the midst of a dark ceremony.
Some people thought of the plots of horror novels they had read.
Some people were reminded of the frequent cases of wife-killing in the news.
Each bloody love story is like an invisible hand pulling them into the abyss.
After everyone's emotions were aroused, they urgently needed an outlet.
The song also needs a "climax" here.
This is exactly what Wang Xingrui is best at.
She swayed her body as if she were performing a shamanic dance, her red cloak fluttering in the wind, but her voice was so heavy and powerful, so deep that it touched people's hearts:
[Let me follow you closely
Let me write a horror novel for you
Who is suspicious, who is pitiful, and who is innocent
Whoever survives, I have seen the final outcome.
Let me take your place and carry on the legacy
Unforgettable like a love novel
The more blood flows, the more painful my hands become, the emptier my heart becomes.
The more painful the flesh is, the more love will grow.
Don't give it back to me, don't give it back to me.
Her high notes were so powerful that they were like a heavy hammer, striking hard into the hearts of every audience member.
After a high-quality high note, Wang Xingrui was able to keep going up, and finally there was a whistle that sounded like a roar and an accusation.
This "dolphin sound" directly hits the audience's crown. All the repression, all the restraints, and all the sedimentation burst out at this moment.
Only then did they realize that they seemed to have followed Wang Xingrui and watched a bloody, bizarre, decadent and touching love story.
When they came to their senses and looked at Wang Xingrui standing quietly on the stage, saw her slowly turn around, and saw all the candles go out, they realized that this wonderful adventure had come to an abrupt end.
The seven online singers backstage had different expressions, but they all stood up and clapped hard.
This is not a compliment, but a respect for a singer who performs so amazingly.
"Perfect," the White Wolf lead singer boasted without hesitation, "Whether it's technique, emotion, or timbre, there's nothing wrong with this song. This is a song I can't sing at all, but she pulled it off so well. It's incredible!"
Li Limin, who had been rather reserved throughout, spoke slowly at this moment. His expression was as if he had just tasted a glass of fine wine that had been treasured for many years:
"Is she really a newcomer? Her skills are so mature, yet she doesn't feel showy at all. She reminds me of an old friend of mine, Wen Yuan. The young are truly formidable!"
When Wang Xingrui cautiously came to the backstage, she was still struggling with what she should say in front of so many seniors, but she didn't know that these seniors had already praised her from all angles.
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