The terrifying heavens inside the box

"Boss! Boss?"

Hearing the shouts, Wang Hao finally came to his senses and looked at the two people beside him.

Chen Xiaoliang reached out and patted his good friend on the shoulder: "Xue Sheng said that after reading these lyrics, he thought of one of his senior sisters, and it seems to suit this style quite well."

"Should we go take a look?"

"Really? Okay, then let's go take a look."

……

After finding Xue Sheng's senior sister, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh.

As expected of someone in the arts, not to mention their good looks, their charisma is also remarkable.

"In days gone by, the dance of rainbow-colored robes ended in the painted hall of spring."

"The sound of flutes and pipes lingers around the beams, as if one is a heartbroken person."

"Who would have thought that war would break out so suddenly and the city would fall!"

"Wolfhounds enter the city, blood stains the old national gate!"

"Poor me, so weak and alone, I'm being ravaged!"

"Jade shatters, pearls sink, life departs for the netherworld..."

Seeing that Wang Hao was listening attentively.

Xue Sheng, standing to the side, whispered to his good friend:

"Hey, Liangzi, who's this friend of yours?"

Chen Xiaoliang glanced at him: "What, curious?"

"Of course," Xue Sheng said, his face full of curiosity. "Those who can write lyrics like this are mostly involved in some kind of opera project. Do you think I have a chance?"

Chen Xiaoliang laughed when he heard that.

"You little brat, I knew you had ulterior motives. No wonder you agreed so quickly when I asked you before. So you were just waiting here?"

"That's right," Xue Sheng said smugly, then quickly realized, "Hey! Don't change the subject! Tell me! Are you in our line of work? If there's a project, you'll have to include me!"

Chen Xiaoliang was also speechless at this guy's sudden change of attitude:

"Then don't even think about it, they only need to do voice acting."

"Voice acting is fine too! I'm not picky."

As Xue Sheng spoke, he sighed, "You know how it is these days, it's not easy to find a job in this industry. We have to change."

"Otherwise, we'll really be starving."

"Yeah, who can argue with that?" Chen Xiaoliang couldn't help but think of his own experience.

But suddenly, he turned to look at his good friend.

The other person had a sly grin on their face.

Clearly, he had been led into a trap.

"You little rascal! You're playing mind games with me."

"Hey! Then I'll take that as a yes." Xue Sheng resorted to shamelessness.

Chen Xiaoliang sighed helplessly, "Fine, fine! I'll ask around for you later."

Thanks!

After thanking him, Xue Sheng asked again, "But what are you dubbing for? A movie? Or a TV series? And you're using Peking Opera vocals? Is it for animation?"

Seeing his genuine curiosity, Chen Xiaoliang took out his phone from his pocket, opened a video, and handed it to the other person.

Xue Sheng was puzzled, but after taking a look at the phone, he immediately became engrossed in reading it.

He got so engrossed in watching that when a major scene appeared, he instinctively shouted out.

"Holy crap! This is amazing..."

Xue Sheng immediately realized he was in trouble, so he quickly looked up and smiled apologetically at his senior sister and Wang Hao, whose singing had been interrupted.

Fortunately, neither of them paid attention to this small matter, but instead reached an agreement on the dubbing.

Wang Hao felt that Xue Sheng's singing style was similar to the ghostly performer in his mind.

And the other party has no reason not to earn extra money from this recording, which only takes an hour or even half an hour to complete.

There happens to be a recording studio near the opera academy.

……

After the demo was recorded, as soon as Xue Sheng's senior left, Chen Xiaoliang immediately came over.

"Boss."

Seeing his troubled expression and hesitation, Wang Hao simply spoke first: "What's wrong?"

Chen Xiaoliang glanced behind him at Xue Sheng, who was making a cheering expression, and asked helplessly:

"Hey bro, is this new project still missing any voice actors?"

Wang Hao noticed the "interaction" between the two, but pretended not to see it: "We're missing someone, we're still missing a voice actor for Wu Jing."

"Boss, what do you think of me?" Xue Sheng couldn't hold back any longer and jumped out, shouting a couple of times.

"Your voice is a bit too young. I need something more mature, deeper..."

Wang Hao frowned as he spoke.

Unexpectedly, the other person's voice suddenly changed the next second.

Hmm? It actually sounds alright.

……

At noon, Wang Hao, having received two dubbing demos, said goodbye to Chen Xiaoliang and Xue Sheng and boarded the high-speed train home.

A few hours later, he arrived home and went straight to his studio.

Move the box out of the corner, place it on the worktable, and remove the dust cover.

The ghost theater inside, covered by an acrylic dust cover, hasn't changed much, and there are hardly any little figures around.

Wang Hao switched directly to the cabin in the woods, but was startled.

"What the hell! Was that an earthquake?"

Looking at the former high-rise buildings in the box, they were either broken into ruins or completely collapsed, piled up into a small mountain of rubble.

He initially thought it was an earthquake.

It wasn't until amidst the city ruins that he noticed the familiar "abyss" where the ground had cracked open.

The only difference is that there are also some dark red tentacles that crawl around the "Abyss" like blood vessels.

The scattered stones and building ruins around them seemed to be suspended in mid-air, as if gravity had been distorted by an invisible force.

The lush forests surrounding the city also seemed to have had their life force drained, with large areas withered and dead.

"This isn't an earthquake at all!"

"It's clearly those evil gods from the underworld who can't sit still anymore!"

Wang Hao muttered to himself, and soon noticed a tiny figure flying in the sky.

"Isn't this our main character?"

……

Above the ruins.

With his trident firmly in hand, Kurt darted swiftly between the ruins and broken buildings, guiding the survivors to safer locations.

At the same time, as those huge dark red tentacles approached, a bolt of lightning struck them directly, which temporarily repelled them but could not destroy them.

Meanwhile, another group of survivors took the opportunity to evacuate to a temporary safe zone outside the city.

Seeing this, Kurt stopped fighting the tentacles and flew back to the safe zone.

"Thank you for your hard work. Which batch is this?"

As soon as he landed, he saw Steve Hadley walking over.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't just ask me. What are your investigation results? It should be making some progress by now!"

Despite their mutual dislike, the two sides have managed to achieve some cooperation after working together in the "Strange News Management Bureau" for some time.

With his thunder hammer and thunder chisel in hand, Kurt's first task is to rescue people.

Meanwhile, Steve Hadley, leading a team of experts from the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, with the help of Kurt and the military, collected biological samples of the dark red tentacles and is currently conducting research.

Most of these experts came from the sacrificial organizations of various countries. After the merger, they were all placed under the jurisdiction of the "Sacrificial Faction" of the "Strange News Administration Bureau".

But Hadley was quite annoyed by it.

Among these so-called experts, there must be some spies secretly trying to find out the "sacrifice faction's" true intentions.

Even if it's a sacrificial organization, so what if it was once a global organization? Its branches in various countries all have their own hidden agendas and ulterior motives!

The underground tremors were becoming more and more frequent, and everyone knew that those things were about to break down.

At a time like this, internal strife is causing Hadley a headache just thinking about it.

He couldn't understand why his boss, who had agreed to the resource integration, would bring in a group of children who had been sacrificed to join the newly established organization.

Aren't you afraid these people will cause trouble in secret?

Although Hadley had to admit that the two weapons the other party had were quite powerful.

But the weapon is impressive, not the guy himself!

"The investigation isn't making much progress, but it's clear that the ancient gods underground are becoming increasingly impatient."

As he spoke, he glanced at Kurt again, his dissatisfaction growing.

If the sacrifice was successful before, how could things have turned out like this today!