Looking at the think, sick, feeble young man on the hospital bed, Su Zimo unconsciously spoke the name of the child he played with.
When Su Zimo called his name, the thin young man with a ventilator lying on the hospital bed opened his eyes very suddenly!
What kind of eyes are thoseâŚ
White?
Su Zimo turned his head to look, but could only see a pair of white eyes. He didnât know if it was because there was no pupil, or if it was because the pupil itself what white. In short, it was a pair of morbid ghost eyes that made his heart chill with just a quick glance.
Because he was being stared at by Gao Yang the whole time, Su Zimo did not carefully observe the âpersonâ in the hospital bed. When he looked back at the âpersonâ again, he found that the eyes with the strange white pupils had once again closed.
At the same time, because of the floor, the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of the piano resounded in the chaotic music room.
Su Zimo, who had played both the original and adapted version, soon discovered that the piano music ringing throughout the classroom was still âMusic of the Dead.â This time, though, it sounded like a third version that was completely different from before.
At the front of the classroom, the black and white keys of the only intact upright piano moved with the music, as if a pair of invisible hands were playing rapidly.
In this version of the song, there was no sense of coziness or comfort, nor was there a lively and joyful atmosphere. Many places seemed to be completely wrong, and the notes would suddenly burst out sharp or heavy, broken sounds. It could barely be called music, just noise.
It was enough to make ordinary peopleâs hearing unbearable.
Su Zimo didnât think that the score could not be changed. In fact, he had changed it a lot when he played with Peng Peng just now, but the original intention was to make the music more joyful and harmonious.
The sound of the piano didnât feel at all harmonious at the moment, and the unbearable noise was repeated intermittently, making Su Zimo feel tormented to stay in the classroom surrounded by such music.
What made Su Zimo feel even more strange was that every time the noise sounded, he would feel his heartbeat accelerate and the faces of his grandfather and other Su family members would appear in his mind. Unspeakable emotions spread throughout his chest.
There was pain, urgency, even sorrowâŚ
Su Zimo felt that he couldnât keep hold of his emotions under the influence of the piano music, and his sense of helpless confusion was growing with the song, getting even worse!
[Special Ability: The music played by the creator personally will cause human desires to burst. It can also attract more traffic to the store.]
Looking at the large series of text boxes in the âSheet Music of the Dead,â Su Zimo stared at the âSpecial Abilitiesâ column for a long time, and murmured âAhâ in clarity. He felt that perhaps the music that sounded in the classroom at that moment was the true âmusic of the dead.â
âAhhh!-â
Compared to Su Zimo, who was also suffering through the piano, the other trainers in the classroom collapsed first!
âWhy, why do we have to encounter this kind of thing, I canât stand it anymoreâŚâ The middle-aged man who has been guarding the side said cautiously, and the seemingly honest middle-aged man collapsed first. He sobbed several times like he was venting his thoughts in the music classroom, and his voice gradually faded. He said to himself in pain, âWhy am I so unlucky? Why are they all living so comfortably, and only I suddenly lose my job? How can I pay back my home mortgage now? Even if I finish the nightmare world this time, Iâll die next time⌠Iâll die just like that.â
With that being said, the middle-aged man saw something shard shattered by the quake just now, and immediately crawled in that direction.
âI want to live! I donât want to die like this!â The other trainer instantly pounced on Gao Yang, who had finally stabilized his body. However, because the middle-aged manâs outstretched hand faltered, in the end he could only grab tightly onto Gao Yangâs arm, which was holding the dagger.
The middle-aged trainer who originally had wanted to die was kicked aside, and the person was lying curled up on the ground, sobbing weakly.
âMr. Gao, as long as you can keep me alive, Iâll do anything!â The trainer holding Gao Yangâs arm seemed as if he had grabbed the only piece of driftwood in the ocean and said aloud, âMr. Gao is very great! As long as I can live, Iâll be your dog!â
âGo!â Gao Yang, who was holding the knife, was unaffected and didnât hesitate to throw the trainer to the ground. He even lifted his foot and stomped on his palm, staring down at the screaming trainer.
Before the painful piano started sounding, everyone saw that Su Zimo was normal.
The three trainers who had only experienced a nightmare world once were timid and scared, but in order to prevent themselves from being someone left behind, they had been waiting in an inconspicuous manner without revealing any negative emotions.
Gao Yang, who was an independent veteran, seemed to be the most powerful existence in the team. He always tried to maintain a persona of a sensible leader before danger came. However, because Gao Yang didnât naturally have that ability and style himself, it made Su Zimo feel very awkward.
But now, the three normal trainers had fallen to madness, or maybe unbearable sadness, since they no longer had a sense of their future.
And, Gao Yang, as if he had suddenly been stripped of his disguise, was as violent as a villain.
Su Zimoâs instincts told him he should take advantage of the chaotic situation and leave the classroom immediately. After looking at the overwhelmed and chaotic trainers affected by the sound of the piano, Su Zimo, with great control, endured the constantly bursting emotions in his heart, reached out behind him, and tried to leave directly through the door behind him!
âLet me go!â
It was at this time that Cheng Jingmeng, who had fallen at the door of the classroom, rushed toward Su Zimo!
Su ZImo didnât know if it was because he was thought to be the fierce ghost causing all the confusion, but when Cheng Jingmeng pleaded to the âmusic teacherâ with a begging and panicked look, he stared at her and did nothing.
Unexpectedly, Su Zimoâs hand which was reaching out touched an empty space. The door behind him had decisively disappeared when Cheng Jingmeng looked at at him.
âTake them instead, I donât want to lose the nightmare points!â Cheng Jingmeng, who begged Su Zimo, didnât say who the âthemâ were, and there was no need for an explanation. As a veteran trainer, Cheng Jingmeng could return to the real world by relying on the nightmare points she had even if she died in the nightmare world this time.
Hearing Cheng Jingmeng blurt that out, Su Zimo could feel that Cheng Jingmengâs nightmare points were more important to her than the lives of the other trainers.
Seeing Cheng Jingmeng about to rush into his arms, Su Zimo was about to dodge sideways, but suddenly felt a strange force pulling on his back and dragging him!
When Su Zimo recovered, he found himself leaving the music classroom and standing on the other side of the collapsed wall â that is, the ward illuminated by the red light!
He seemed to have been dragged in by the ghost that may or may not have been Peng Peng, and now he was standing beside the malicious spiritâs bed.
For a moment, Su Zimoâs body was paralyzed and he didnât dare to move or walk around.
He could feel that the air in the red ward seemed hot and depressed, as if he were in a completely different space than the music room. As for Cheng Jingmeng, who was originally planning to pounce on Su Zimo, she appeared to be blocked by an invisible barrier and couldnât take a step past the collapsed wall.
[Warning: No one is allowed to desecrate his favorite existence.]
âWhat did you say?â
When Cheng Jingmeng was throwing herself at the invisible barrier, Gao Yang suddenly rushed over with a stern expression and dragged her back by the hair, saying in an unsatisfied tone, âYouâre so clever today. Right now, you want to use our lives to conserve your nightmare points?â
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âEven if something happens, you have enough nightmare points to spare, right?â Cheng Jingmeng, who was originally following Gao Yang, seemed to have eaten gunpowder. <sup>1</sup> She closed her eyes and spat, âYou chose me as your teammate. Wasnât that because you wanted your teammates to transfer half of the nightmare points to the captain unconditionally?! Weâve been using each other since the beginning!â
To Su Zimo, Cheng Jingmengâs voice seemed as if had passed through glass. Although it was strange, he could hear it clearly.
If Cheng Jingmengâs words were true, Su Zimo was worried about Gao Yangâs IQ. If, like Cheng Jingmeng said, the team formation medal could really be used to forcibly transfer half of a trainerâs nightmare points to the captain, then Gao Yang should have chosen a teammate with better survival skills than Cheng Jingmeng, whose only advantage was her fair skin.
Recalling the scene where Gao Yang stomped on the other trainerâs body and crushed him, Su Zimo couldnât believe that Gao Yang and Cheng Jingmeng formed a team because of the girlâs kindness and innocence.
âHow about you?â
Just as Su Zimo looked thoughtfully at those people, Peng Pengâs small figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The thin, pale figure on the bed beside him had also disappeared.
It turns out that Peng Peng, who was haunting the music classroom, was really the ghost who created âMusic of the Dead,â and was lying on the hospital bed with a pair of white ghost eyes, unable to move!
âWhat are the real thoughts deep inside of you?â Peng Peng looked up at Su Zimo. âWhat is your true desire?â
Footnotes
<ol>To eat gunpowder is an to be aggressive toward someone, usually with words.</ol>