Soul Trigger

Chapter 281 Attempt (II)

The messy-haired guitarist rushed into the subway train and kept moving forward regardless of the crowded carriage.

But even the closed carriage doors and the speeding subway could not soothe the uneasiness in his heart.

He kept rushing forward, hearing all kinds of abusive voices along the way.

It was not until the subway stopped that he rushed out of the subway, came to an unknown platform, and continued to sprint towards the exit.

But in his haste, he seemed to have stepped on empty air, and the world was spinning around him. He fell to the ground with a scream.

When his blurry vision recovered, he saw that the lights in front of him had dimmed a lot, and his face was instantly terrified -

He found himself in a dilapidated subway station, next to a subway track without a barrier.

Rustling sounds continued to come from deep within the track, as if something was approaching.

He stood up suddenly, and retreated backwards trembling all over. The moment he turned back suddenly, he saw a pale and eyeless face.

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in the empty and dilapidated subway.

A smooth, hairless humanoid monster opened its huge mouth and pounced towards him.

puff! ! !
A dark purple knife light flashed through the air. He opened his frightened eyes, only to see his hands covered in blood.

The monster had broken into two pieces and rolled to the ground, blood flowing out.

Suddenly, a girlish scream broke out from his mouth again, but was interrupted by the impatient female voice next to him:
"Xibaer...are you annoying?"

Jin Misa, who was in casual clothes, carried a saber and walked out of the shadows beside her with her ears poked out. She looked at the guitarist with a look of disdain:

"Not only did you run so fast, but you also stepped into the Prison of the Dead... This is the first time I've seen someone as lucky as you."

The guitarist recognized her immediately and his pupils shrank:
"You are……"

Then a pale figure appeared behind Jin Misha:

"Behind you..."

A bright red lightning bolt fell from the sky, and the white shadow evaporated instantly. Ji Li's figure also walked out of the shadows, and his indifferent voice came:

"It's not that he's lucky, it's the contaminated relics in his body that are causing trouble."

His eyes wandered to the guitarist's face, and they met eyes:
"The music he plays will vibrate the spirit prison around him, causing his body to remain in an unstable dimension. Even after he stops playing, it won't dissipate. If he doesn't fall in, who will?"

What are they saying...I don't understand?
Are you talking about... my pick?
The guitarist reached his hand into his pocket blankly, subconsciously touching his treasure.

However, I did not feel the familiar hard object, but a sticky mass.

This strange touch made him take the thing out on the spot. The moment he saw it clearly, he screamed and threw the thing away, then rolled and crawled towards the back:

"……What's this?!"

The thing fell to the ground with a wet thud. It was a bloody mess. Ji Li picked it up and looked at it:
"The throat."

"How did you recognize him, Old Ji..."

"It looks quite similar to my throat." Ji Li's mind flashed through the various human body parts that were removed during his transformation.

"How do you know your throat looks like this?!"

Misha was shocked, which caused Ji Li to look disdainful:

"Your throat looks like this, too."

"Bullshit! Beautiful girls don't have Adam's apples!"

The two chatted and joked like they were playing a dungeon together, shocking the guitarist who was sitting there. This made his frightened face full of confusion.

Am I dreaming?

What are these two people doing?
Why did my pick turn into that thing?

And... Monsters!!
He raised his finger instantly, but saw a bunch of dark tentacles emerge from the evil man's body, turning into sharp black spikes in the air, and pierced the head of the long-haired woman behind him on the spot.

Then he felt an itch behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a bloody mouth biting towards him.

The moment he screamed again, Ji Li had already smashed that big mouth into pieces with one punch:
"Okay, let's take out the nest master here first. This guy is freaking out."

Under the horrified gaze of the guitarist, the shadow grew thousands of tentacles and swept towards a twisted white shadow.

……

As the familiar light enveloped him, the guitarist looked around in shock.

There was no ghost there. He had already appeared in the bright and clean subway hall, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

Except for the yawning girl and a man walking towards him.

He came back to his senses instantly, and reached into his pocket, but didn't feel anything familiar. He immediately rushed forward in a hurry:

“…Please give it back to me!!”

Bunny Girl looked at the guitarist with astonishment:
"Dude, you almost lost your life, and you're still thinking about that thing?"

But he just stared at Ji Li, and when he saw the guitar pick he had been longing for appear in his hand, he immediately reached out to grab it:
"Please! Whatever that is...I need this so badly!!!"

The crowd around cast curious glances at the guitarist's noise, and Ji Li grabbed him by the back of his collar:
"Let's talk somewhere else." The man was dragged out of the subway entrance by Ji Li and came to an alley where no one was around.

After the other party sat for one stop, this place was no longer the bustling downtown area.

As soon as I let go, this guy rushed over:

"Please, I need this so badly! Without it, I..."

"You've seen what you had in your hand just now, and you still want it?" Misa looked at the man in confusion.

The guitarist shook his head violently:

"You won't understand... It's been so hard, since I finally found this thing a few days ago... finally someone is willing to listen to my music!"

"But that's not your own ability, right?" Misa frowned, "Besides, what can you do with the little money you earn from singing?"

"You wouldn't understand..."

There was an inexplicable light flashing in the man's eyes:
"As long as I have that thing, sooner or later a scout will discover my talent. Although I can't be a trainee at my age, I can still form a band! I can still realize my dream!"

Then he reached out to Ji Li again:

"Please give it back to me!!!"

“It’s hopeless…” Misa covered her forehead and shook her head.

Ji Li pressed the man's shoulder and raised his eyebrows:
"You are not curious about what happened just now, but you only want this thing?"

"I don't care about that kind of thing! As long as my dream can come true, that's enough! Please, give it back to me..."

"You want to form your own band? That's your dream?" Ji Li raised his eyebrows.

But the man seemed no longer to be able to hear what he was saying, and was struggling frantically to reach the guitar pick in his other hand.

"can."

The man then came back to his senses and looked at him:

"Will you give it back to me?"

"No, I can help you realize your dream, but you have to give this thing to me."

There was a flash of anger in the guitarist's eyes:

"what are you saying……"

"The Gaoxing Group controls 40% of the entertainment industry in Sinra. I can have them package you and let you play in a band, but you have to give me this thing."

Ji Li squeezed his other hand hard, and the guitar pick was held in his palm.

Without waiting for the man to speak, he continued:
"Even if you become famous with this stuff, you don't have connections or resources. How can you compete with those famous stars and bands?"

"Why should these resources be given to someone else but to a street singer like you?"

"You don't have any of these things, but it doesn't matter, I do."

"I can let you form a band, arrange a manager for you, and even make you famous. I can even let Gaoxing Group make you famous...as long as you give me this thing."

The guitarist stood there for a long while. The madness in his eyes seemed to fade a little, and rationality returned to his brain.

He looked at Ji Li, mainly at his face, and felt the feeling that his soul was attracted to him.

And this feeling made him think that the other party was not an ordinary person:

"What you said...is true?"

Ji Li let go of the guitarist, put the pick in his pocket, and then called Che Canhao.

Twenty minutes later, the man rushed out of a luxury car in ecstasy and grabbed Ji Li's hands:

"Thank you... Thank you... I never thought that I would have such a day..."

In the past twenty minutes, a luxury car drove up from the roadside, and a middle-aged man who claimed to be his agent got out, took him into the car, chatted with him for a while, and signed him with a contract on the spot.

This made him still feel like he was living in a dream.

"So you don't want this thing anymore?"

"No more! No more!"

"Then you come with me."

Ji Li led the man into the alley, motioned for him to stretch out his hand, and he gently pointed his finger at the man's palm.

As a star map appeared in Ji Li's mind, like a map, a small gray light dot was not far from him.

Ji Li activated [Nest Transmission].

The next moment, the man screamed and fell to the ground. All kinds of spiritual energy surged and rolled on his body, and his screams reached the sky and the earth.

It was not until a long while later that he got up from the ground in a cold sweat and raised his hands that had turned into bones:
"This is……"

A smile appeared on Ji Li's face, but the guitarist looked at his face and felt very creepy:
"An attempt."

(End of this chapter)