Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The girl in the front row who had been clutching her chest and staring for a long time suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Awesome!!!"

That sound was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a hot oil pan.

The entire studio erupted in cheers.

There are no adjectives that can describe this commotion.

Anyway, the sound engineer had just put on the headphones when he immediately screamed and took them off, covering his ears and crouching under the table.

The sound was so loud that it shook a layer of dust off the ceiling.

Everyone was shouting.

Someone called out Xu Qing's name.

Someone is shouting.

Some people were slapping their thighs and stomping their feet at the same time.

The pent-up frustration in their chests was released by that last suona blast; some even felt that their hearts would jump out of their throats if they didn't shout a few times.

That "exposé king" doesn't care about live streaming anymore.

He threw the half-broken banner to the ground, cupped his hands into a megaphone shape, and unleashed a torrent of energy at the figure in the white shirt on the stage.

"Xu Qing! I want to have your babies!"

The henchman next to him looked at his boss with a terrified expression.

This is the biggest hater on the entire internet.

The way he looks now is just like a brainless fan who's seen their idol.

On the stage.

The spotlight was still shining on the guitar covered with a red veil.

The three people behind Xu Qing, however, presented a completely different picture.

The suona in Wang Dazhu's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

This man, who could usually blow for three hours straight without taking a breath in the village, was now like a lump of mud, sliding down the chair.

His lips were swollen and purple, from the strain of shouting earlier.

Li Ergou, standing next to him, wasn't much better off.

His glasses were fogged up, the bow string of the erhu in his hand was broken in two, and a few horsehair hairs hung pitifully in the air.

As for Zhang Tiedan, who weighs 300 jin, he is lying on the floor right now, his eyes rolled back, and he is only exhaling and not inhaling.

That mad smashing spree just now used up all the calories he had accumulated in his life.

The three of us looked at each other.

His eyes were full of confusion.

My ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear anything from the audience.

Wang Dazhu even thought that what he had just heard was booing from the audience.

He picked up the suona with trembling hands, and asked Li Ergou in a tearful voice, "Ergou...did...did we mess this up?"

Li Ergou wiped the sweat from his face, but ended up smearing the color from his floral shirt all over his face: "I guess so. I saw a little girl in the front row crying just now."

"It's all over, it's all over."

Wang Dazhu slapped his thigh: "This is so embarrassing! I knew we were just a few pieces of rotten meat, but we had to come here and make a fool of ourselves."

Just as the three of them were about to burst into tears, the host finally realized what was happening.

He walked onto the stage with the microphone, his calves trembling.

That last scene was really eerie.

He'd hosted the show for so many years and seen all sorts of monsters and ghosts, but this was the first time he'd almost gotten himself killed.

He glanced at Xu Qing, who had a cold expression, and then at the trio sprawled on the ground.

The scene is too disjointed.

I don't even know who to put the microphone to.

"that……"

The host swallowed hard, forcing a professional fake smile onto his face: "Thank you... thank you to Team Xu Qing for the wonderful performance."

"This is... truly amazing."

The cheers from the audience finally subsided a little, and everyone was waiting for the judges' comments.

Especially eager to see what those three judges who took money would say.

The camera cuts to the judges' panel.

The long-haired judge looked very unhappy.

He was almost sent away by the suona just now, and his heart rate is still 180 beats per minute.

But he touched the thick envelope in his pocket and gritted his teeth.

The money's been taken; now the business needs to be done.

If Xu Qing's group advances smoothly, it will be difficult to explain to General Manager Zhao.

The long-haired judge cleared his throat and picked up the microphone.

"Cough cough."

"First of all, I must admit, the atmosphere was... well done."

He first tried to praise something, then changed the subject.

"but!"

The long-haired judge frowned and pointed at the musical instruments on the stage with a look of disdain.

"This is a talent show, a popular stage for the general public."

"You're playing these suonas and erhus, and even putting on some kind of ghost marriage and red veil ceremony on stage."

"This is downright feudal superstition!"

The room fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Seeing this, the long-haired judge assumed that everyone had been convinced by him and became bolder.

"Music is meant to bring people joy and aesthetic enjoyment."

"What are you doing here?"

"Eerie, terrifying, filled with ghostly wails."

"Especially that suona in the back, it's too noisy and has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever."

The chubby judge next to him quickly chimed in.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and pretended to be heartbroken.

"Old Zhang is right."

"Xu Qing, I admit you have talent."

"But you can't ruin the stage like that."

The chubby judge pointed to Wang Dazhu and the others who were still sprawled on the ground.

"Look at your teammates."

"His clothes were mismatched, and his playing was completely disorganized."

"These kinds of weddings and funerals are only suitable for performances on earthen stages in the countryside."

"Bring it to this top-level competition stage."

"To put it bluntly, this is something that is not suitable for formal occasions."

The two judges, working in unison, completely denigrated the song, deeming it utterly worthless.

Just as the chubby judge was about to continue his performance.

A mineral water bottle.

It drew a beautiful parabola in the air.

Snapped!

It landed precisely on the table in front of the chubby judge.

Water splashed everywhere.

I gave the fat judge's greasy face a bath.

The chubby judge was so startled that he almost dropped the microphone.

"Who? Who threw this?!"

He stood up in a fit of rage.

The second and third water bottles answered him.

"I threw it! So what!"

In the audience, the skin-peeling king stood up.

He didn't care about manners anymore and started cursing at the judges' panel.

"You know nothing about music!"

"Still talking about feudal superstition? This is called culture, don't you understand?!"

"I almost cried just now, and you're saying it's not aesthetically pleasing? Are your ears glued shut with lard?!"

Once someone takes the lead, the audience below the stage can no longer contain themselves.

The shock from that song hadn't faded yet, and now they were hearing the judges twist the truth like this—who could stand it?

"Get out!"

"Refund!"

"What kind of lousy judges are they? Do they even know how to listen to music?!"

"Hey you hairy monster, who are you calling unrefined? Isn't this suona better than your mouth?"

The scene was in chaos.

Even the security guards couldn't stop them.

The three judges turned green.

They are usually well-known figures in the industry, and they are always treated with deference wherever they go. When have they ever been treated like this?

The overweight judge pointed at the audience: "This is outrageous! Outrageous! This is a live broadcast mishap! Security! Throw that troublemaker out!"