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Chapter 170 The Collapsed Pianist (3.6k)

The black grand piano was still playing automatically.

A hollow, numb, and eerie melody echoed throughout the theater.

Even though Lu Ming had already had Freddy invade most of the supernatural places with the dream world, the attack of the piano music still came.

The black and white keys on the piano rise and fall continuously, and the overall rhythm looks like turbulent waves.

But Lu Ming couldn't see the person playing the music.

This piano piece is somewhat similar to Lu Ming's ghostly wails and laughter; the supernatural attacks are not static, but rather accumulate over time.

After the eerie piano sounds reached a certain point, a blurry figure appeared in front of the grand piano.

This man had the classic foreign look, and was quite handsome. He was wearing a black tuxedo and seemed completely unaware of Lu Ming's presence, playing the piano as if he had lost himself in the moment.

The pianist was so engrossed in the music he was playing that he would sway his head to the rhythm of the notes.

The piano music had an eerie quality, making Lu Ming's brain throb.

He felt as if his consciousness was about to be sucked away by that black piano, and he was in excruciating pain.

Even if one's mental strength far surpasses that of an ordinary ghost tamer, this can only slow down the erosion of consciousness by the piano music. Over time, it will still have an effect.

Zheng!
Fortunately, a scraping sound rang out, and Freddy, his face covered in burns, appeared in the spot closest to the stands.

A chilling smile appeared on his burned face.

The steel claws in his hands scraped against the floor, producing a dry and unpleasant sound.

The noise mingled with the beautiful piano music, creating a kind of conflict.

The moment Freddy appeared, Lu Ming felt the black piano's pull on his consciousness disappear.

The King, codenamed Pianist, did not stop playing.

He didn't say a word, but his expression seemed somewhat annoyed. The frequency of his playing increased, as if he had mixed up the songs. The original tune turned into another one, gradually becoming sharp and shrill.

In the end, Lu Ming even felt that he wasn't playing the piano, but rather smashing the piano keys.

It grew increasingly urgent and intense, like two armies clashing, with iron cavalry charging forward and swords and spears clashing.

boom! ! !
Finally, the music stopped abruptly.

The pianist was pale, and fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

He slammed his hands on the piano keys and couldn't help but yell, "Fuck!"

Actually, as the supernatural confrontation progressed, although Lu Ming wasn't in mortal danger, he wasn't having an easy time either.

A buzzing sound echoed deep within my consciousness, accompanied by a sharp, needle-like pain.

But Lu Ming did not show his pain; from an outsider's perspective, he still appeared calm and composed.

Under Lu Ming's instructions, Freddy launched a supernatural attack on the pianist during a break in his performance.

The pianist, dressed in a tuxedo and exuding elegance, appeared powerless to resist, a helpless and innocent victim in the face of the dreadful Freddy.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case.

After Freddy stormed onto the theater stands, he pierced the pianist's chest with his sharp steel claws, followed by a series of attacks that tore the half-real, half-illusory soul into countless pieces.

But Freddy did not kill the pianist.

A powerful figure even among kings is not so easy to deal with.

Killing the pianist who is playing music serves no purpose.

He possessed a kind of supernatural ability similar to rebooting.

Each time he is killed, he can reappear using this black piano.

To completely eliminate this king, we need to start with the piano and use terrifying supernatural forces to destroy and suppress it.

The problem is that even this black piano isn't the real thing in this haunted place.

The only way to deal with the pianist is to find the location of the haunted piano in reality.

Such stringent conditions are quite challenging for many captains at this point in time, and to resolve them, they would have to ask Zhang Xianguang, who is wielding a large sword, to take action.

"As expected, it didn't work..."

"Moreover, this pianist, like me, has a special skill at the level of consciousness, with a particular awareness of protecting melodies. Under normal circumstances, Freddy would not be able to intrude on him so easily."

On the stands, in front of the black grand piano, the elegant figure in a black tuxedo reappeared.

Perhaps after managing his expression, the pianist regained his initial pale and sickly complexion.

He let out a long breath, glanced at Freddy, whose face was hideous and ugly, and then at Lu Mingdao, "Sorry, I was a little out of line just now."

"But you'd better keep your friends in check. My performance is at its most brilliant, it deserves the whole world as an audience, yet you've killed some of my only listeners and allowed your friends to rudely disrupt my performance..."

"Besides, music is a refined art, and a weirdo as ugly as your friend is neither qualified nor able to appreciate it."

"He just tried to attack me, to kill me when I stopped playing. This is extremely immoral. Fortunately, art lives on, and music cannot be killed."

The pianist's words sounded very sincere and gave people a genuine feeling.

But Lu Ming knew this guy's character; he was a master at pretending to be ignorant when he knew the truth.

Lu Ming shrugged helplessly and said, "There's nothing I can do about him interrupting your performance. Maybe he prefers the erhu and can't appreciate foreign music, or maybe your playing level is too low, which makes him very irritable."

The pianist's calm expression wavered once again.

Whether by accident or on purpose, Lu Ming's two consecutive guesses accurately hit his sore spot.

Whether it's saying that Western music is inferior to Eastern music or insulting his playing skills, it's intolerable for a musician like him.

The pianist's hands, which were about to play the piece again, stopped.

However, this was exactly what Lu Ming wanted.

Under Freddy's protection, the superimposed piano music, while not killing him, would certainly make Lu Ming extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, he had already devised a way to deal with the pianist.

"After Freddy completed a piece of the consciousness puzzle, he gained a new supernatural ability. This new supernatural ability is highly flexible and can deceive the other person in their subconscious and make them actually become that kind of being... It's somewhat similar to the Liar, but not exactly the same."

"However, it can only be effective by gradually leading the other party into a certain misunderstanding through dialogue and communication."

"If the other party completely ignores me and lets me talk to myself, then the ghost's supernatural power will not work."

Thinking of this, Lu Ming tried to speak: "You seem unconvinced by what I said. Perhaps we can try to discuss the topic of music and art. After all, in my opinion, your level is really just average."

The pianist struggled to control his emotions, his face turning very somber.

"Then tell me, putting aside the rubbish you just mentioned about the erhu, what other Western music have you listened to?"

To be honest, Lu Ming didn't really know much about Western music. He hadn't specifically listened to it; he had only heard about it through hearsay and learned some simple rumors.

But his expression remained completely unchanged as he calmly said, "I love the works of Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, and other composers. Among them, I especially love Bach. His music gives me a sense of rigor, with a steady rhythm, like a naturally flowing linear river. It has so much more depth than your frivolous music..."

Upon hearing this, the pianist became visibly agitated. He wanted to refute him and accuse Lu Ming of being a complete novice who knew nothing.

But something inexplicable was reminding him in his mind.

Lu Ming is right.

"Okay... then I'll admit that I'm not as good as these great musicians yet, and I still have a long way to go. Who is this composer you're talking about? I've never heard of him."

Lu Ming gave a stiff smile.

He never expected the pianist to be so honest.

Having killed so many of the King's organization's intelligence agents and used some supernatural methods, it's simply unbelievable that they'd agree to chat with him about music and art.

“You don’t know the composer? That’s right, because he’s just a friend of mine, a guy who’s been studying music for three months. Composer is his code name, just like your code name is pianist.”

Lu Ming started making things up without any restraint.

He could sense that the supernatural power of the malevolent spirit was taking effect, and if he could hold out a little longer, he would be able to completely break through the pianist's defenses.

"Although he has only been learning music for three months, he is much better than you... Do you see this magnificent theater and elegant piano? My friend gave a grand performance here when he was still a beginner."

He was wearing a red trench coat-style tailcoat with a white waistcoat underneath. He sat at the piano, his slender fingers gently tracing the keys, and the soft music poured out like moonlight. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel the autumn leaves falling from the sun-warmed branches and landing on your head...

"And your music, so hurried and noisy, is simply polluting the listener's ears."

Lu Ming fabricated a friend out of thin air, creating a fictitious character.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of vengeful spirit cannot be used in this way.

Because few opponents will have the patience to listen to your long-winded explanations.

At most, one can only say "You are a ghost" to the other party. A powerful ghost tamer will only be affected for a moment before realizing what is happening.

However, the pianist was too honest; when he said he wanted to discuss art, he simply talked about art.

So much so that Lu Ming couldn't help but try it out, slowly coaxing the last sentence out.

"So, in my opinion, you don't understand music at all."

"You can't play the piano either."

Boom!
The supernatural effect took hold; the pianist looked utterly defeated, his hand hovering in mid-air, unsure of what to do.

He dared not touch the black and white piano keys again, as if afraid of defiling these sacred objects.

He had completely forgotten his knowledge of the music and was unable to play the strange piano piece.

In other words, the pianist's supernatural abilities have been temporarily suppressed.

"I can't play the piano..."

"Do I really not know how to play the piano?"

"Yes, I can play it, how could I not know how to play it..."

The pianist gritted his teeth and placed his hands on the keys, but unfortunately, he didn't make any further moves for a long time.

"Oh no, I guess I really don't know how."

As time goes by, this lockdown will be lifted on its own before long.

However, supernatural confrontations can often be decided in an instant.

Actually, this vengeful spirit of the mind was not very strong to begin with.

The reason why it could have such a significant effect on the pianist was largely because Lu Ming took a long time to influence his consciousness.

The pianist missed his chance to turn things around.

if······
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

A pianist who can't play the piano has his supernatural abilities blocked by his own consciousness.

The eerie protective instinct of the piano music no longer existed deep within his mind.

Lu Ming had already put away his smile, and his expression was no longer revealing his emotions.

"You are the first king I have killed."

"But it won't be the last."

If other audience members were also in this blood-soaked horror theater, they would find that Freddy, wearing a red and green striped sweater, had disappeared sometime during the night.

Correspondingly, the pianist in front of the black grand piano began to look ferocious and pained. Burn marks appeared on his handsome face, and terrifying steel claws grew from his hands, which were originally used to play the piano.

The pianist was finally pulled into a dream by Freddy.

The pianist in the dream has every move that affects the real world.

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(End of this chapter)