The extremely penetrating sound of the suona seemed capable of tearing the very air apart.
People's emotions were like a powder keg that had been lit, exploding almost instantly.
"(The 18th day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day.)"
"(The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day...)"
"…………"
"…………"
The continuous sound of the suona horn echoed in my ears.
The accompaniment was also filled with the sound of "the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day".
People's tears flowed uncontrollably.
Every note, every word, is like a sharp dagger.
It mercilessly pierces people's hearts.
Utter despair and helplessness filled their hearts.
The scene descended into chaos.
The cries rose and fell like the tides of the sea, weaving together a heartbreaking lament.
Wen He was already immersed in the performance, playing the suona with complete absorption.
It was as if he had become one with the instrument, releasing all the grief and sorrow in his heart through these mournful sonatas.
Everyone present was immersed in this atmosphere of endless grief.
Their emotions were completely out of control, and their shattered reason made it impossible for them to extricate themselves.
"Why is he still up there! Lower the stage!"
The director, having read the lyrics, naturally knew that the song was about to end.
Wen He remained on the stage, the center of attention, much to the director's dismay.
"This mechanism seems to be malfunctioning! It won't move!"
The staff operating the stage machinery were already extremely anxious.
As the suona music ended, the last remaining accompaniment also came to a close.
At the moment it ended, Wen He felt as if her heart had been suddenly squeezed and burst.
The unimaginable pain caused his breathing to stop for a moment, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
In an instant!
Wen He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood that was so red it was almost black!
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