Help the Queen of Heaven to save the situation, she lusts after my body

The Golden Hall was dead silent. The audience seemed to be nailed to their chairs. No one dared to move.

Although "Black Coffin Carrying" is quite hellish, it is at least quite earthly.

"One Hundred Demons Night Parade" is so hellish no matter how you look at it!

The audience was motionless, their mouths tightly shut, for fear of being stared at by some evil things.

The music officially began, first a fast-paced allegro, the allegro became faster and faster, and then there was a bang.

The audience's scalp exploded, always feeling that something strange was going to come out.

The drums were beating, the rhythm was very fast, and it actually sounded quite festive.

The video on the big screen finally moved. Some timid audiences squinted their eyes to look at the screen, intending to close them quickly if something was wrong.

There was no one in the picture, but a red cloth. The foreigners breathed a sigh of relief. They were not afraid if there was no one.

The hearts of the Chinese audience were in their throats. The more there was no one, the more afraid they were. Red cloth, damn, it's over!

At this time, Xu Nuo finally moved on the stage. He held up the suona and took a deep breath.

The red and green lights on the stage were a little dim. They only saw Xu Nuo holding up the suona and couldn't see his expression clearly.

But the scene was so gloomy that the audience was numb.

"Toot toot toot~Toot toot~Toot toot toot~"

The sound of the suona was so loud that seven people blew the suona, drowning out the sound of the entire symphony orchestra.

The only sound in the golden hall was the loud suona.

As soon as the suona sounded, everyone's mind went blank and got goose bumps.

The only sound in their minds was the suona.

The picture on the big screen changed, as if a gust of wind blew, and the red curtain began to move.

The audience took a breath of cold air and began to shrink subconsciously, as if this would be safer.

The Chinese audience was both scared and excited. They opened one eye to look at the big screen, wanting to see what was going on.

On the stage, Xu Nuo played the suona with all his might, "Dudududu~"

There was no one on the big screen, and the video slowly turned in the sound of the suona, and the audience's hearts were lifted.

Two long and one short candles swayed in the wind, as if they would go out at any time.

A pile of burning paper money, with no one around.

A pair of embroidered shoes lay quietly on the ground.

The audience let out a suppressed exclamation.

There was obviously nothing, no one, no demons or ghosts, but it just felt cold.

The cold air spread from the soles of the feet to the tailbone, then to the spine, and then straight to the top of the head.

The audience's scalp was numb, and the whole person was stiff in the seat.

Dare not move, it's too scary.

It was obviously a high-end symphony concert, but I always felt that they would be sent away soon.

Some of the more naughty Chinese audiences were ready to lie down and listen.

As for the suona, it is disrespectful to listen to it while standing, so you have to lie down to listen, but they are afraid of being sent away.

This thing is too evil.

There is no one in the video, only wind, candlelight, smoke, red cloth and embroidered shoes.

You say it is scary, but there is nothing. If you say it is not scary, it is so scary.

Xiao Li glanced at Antonio and saw that he was motionless, so he poked him curiously.

Antonio jumped up directly and opened his mouth to shout for help.

Xiao Li was quick and covered his mouth.

At first he thought this guy was not afraid, and he closed his eyes and listened for a long time.

The audience at the scene were like frightened quails, huddled in their chairs, motionless, and looked around vigilantly.

It is said that a hundred ghosts are parading at night, but there is no ghost on the big screen, only an empty house and red curtains fluttering in the wind.

But this is even more frightening.

The suona was still whining, and there was no one in the picture, but all the information was madly suggesting that there were people.

There were a lot of people, and the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

However, it was not on the screen, so where was the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?

Western horror is that ten people go in and only one person comes out.

Chinese horror is that ten people go in and eleven people come out.

The audience was terrified, and they thought it was not happening right there, right?

Not only one person had this idea, and although foreigners were carefree and fearless, they were also afraid of evil things.

Humans are born with a fear of the unknown.

The audience was on edge, and they looked around secretly with their eyes, ready to run away if something went wrong.

On the stage, Xu Nuo led the suona players to play the suona, and the drums were still banging, and even the lights returned to normal.

The red and green lights turned into warm yellow lights, even brighter than before.

On the big screen, the red curtain fluttering in the wind did not move, and the candles burned quietly.

It was as if everything the audience had just seen was an illusion or a dream.

However, the more this happened, the more terrified everyone felt, their hair stood up, and a chill rushed into their minds.

Xu Nuo's suona was still full of power, and the drums were thumping in coordination.

The rhythm was very cheerful, but the audience said they were very scared, and the happier the music, the more scared they were.

The last suona sound disappeared, and "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" officially ended.

All the lights in the golden hall were on, but this bright light could not dispel the chill in the audience.

The seats were full of more than 2,000 spectators, and the performance team of more than 100 people was very large.

When people are scared, they will subconsciously look for crowded places. There are only about 2,000 people here, and everyone should feel safe, but everyone is still scared.

This is the charm of music. Music can immerse the audience in emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and fear.

The performance was over, and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Xu Nuo looked at it and thought, wow, are you so disrespectful?

Without saying a word, he picked up the suona and blew it twice.

The audience was in an uproar, like a pot of boiling water.

Some people were howling, some were clapping, and some were trembling.

Xu Nuo blew it again, and the audience finally came back to their senses.

Sparse applause sounded, and then the applause began to spread.

The panicked audience seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and clapped desperately.

The huge applause should be able to scare away those evil things, right? Just like firecrackers?

Soon the applause became more and more enthusiastic, and the overwhelming applause came in waves.

There were all kinds of shouts mixed in the applause.

"Awesome!"

"Hahaha, good job, it's a reward!"

"I'm not afraid! I... I haven't seen any scene!"

These shouts were loud, as if they were afraid of not hearing something.

But listen carefully, it seems that the voices are a little trembling.

Many audiences still have their hair standing up, and their goose bumps refuse to go away.

They really haven't seen this scene before, it's too damn scary.

There were three songs in the encore, the first two were okay, the black man carrying the coffin was the underworld, but at least it wasn't scary, the second one was even more powerful, the music was nice, and they even took them to play together.

It was this third song "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" that left a huge psychological shadow on them.

Xu Nuo picked up the microphone, and the audience shuddered.

Would he say something scary again?

"Okay, the performance is over. Please take your belongings and garbage with you and leave."

This is normal. After the third encore, the performance will officially end. No matter which band performs, it will not encore more than three times.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Nuo spoke again, "Go home and be careful."

Audience: ? ? ?

Many people took a breath of cold air, and the temperature in the hall dropped rapidly.

It was obviously a very normal sentence, why did it sound so creepy at this time.

Xu Nuo smiled slightly, bowed with the symphony orchestra, and then left without looking back.

Leaving behind a group of dumbfounded audiences.

Xu Nuo ran away, and the band ran away with him, leaving behind a group of audiences who applauded and cheered him up.

"That..."

"Do you want to go together..."

Antonio and Xiao Li spoke at the same time.

"Okay!"

The two said in unison.

The applause in the Golden Hall subsided, and most of the more than 2,000 audiences did not move.

"Brother, let's go together. I'm not afraid. I just think you're a nice person."

"Yes, I'm not afraid either. I can see you're friendly."

The audience who had never met before began to make friends on the spot.

They recalled the "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" just now and felt that this thing was too dark. Others were down-to-earth, but they were down-to-earth.

Soon, the audience formed teams in twos and threes. They put aside the differences in gender and ethnicity and cultural barriers. They had only one requirement for forming a team: to be alive and warm.

Xu Nuo had already run away, but was blocked by reporters at the door.

Reporters from all over the world were here, especially Chinese reporters.

The flashlights were crackling, and the reporters were scrambling.

"If the full score is 10, how would you rate this performance?"

The first question was very direct, asking Xu Nuo to rate himself.

Xu Nuo thought for a while, "Eight points, conservative."

Reporters: How is this conservative?

"You tried to let the audience participate in the performance today, breaking the iron rule that symphony audiences cannot applaud. What do you think about this?"

It seems that although the reporters did not watch the performance, they also roughly knew what happened in it, and the questions they asked were very tricky.

It is an iron rule, which means that no one has ever broken it. Now Xu Nuo dares to break it. There are only two situations he faces, being praised as a god or being trampled on.

At this time, other masters also came out. Xu Nuo glanced at them and simply threw the question to the masters behind him, "I think Master Blank should answer it. After all, he is my respected predecessor."

The reporters rushed up and handed the microphone to Blank's mouth.

When Blank heard it, he was shocked. Someone was secretly praising him behind his back, so he had to answer.

"This is an innovation. This form will affect the future development direction of the symphony. This is a great attempt."

Blank gave a high evaluation.

Jefferson continued: "Next time I will also try to only have the audience. This is cool."

The masters spoke one after another, turning into Xu Chui.

The microphone returned to Xu Nuo's hand, and Xu Nuo said faintly: "Actually, I didn't think much about it. I just saw that they were sitting so comfortably, which made me feel very unconvinced. Why should they sit while I have to stand?"

Master: ???

Reporters: ...

Audience: ??? !