After I died, I became a cat

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"Mountain of Light—"

"Mountain of Light—"

"In front of you and me, the mountain of light—"

"Sparkling, Mountain of Light—"

"Light up the dark, light up--stop, stop, stop, Maren, what rubbish was that you sang!"

In the city surrounding Guangming Mountain, at the foot of the mountain on the other side of Guangming Mountain, a large building whose style is different from the earth, but which can be seen from its functional design as a concert hall, heard an old man's roar.

The roaring sound fell, and all the people in the concert hall stopped their movements, except for a little old man who was jumping up and down.

This little old man is wearing old and outdated clothes, but even the folds of his clothes are neat and clean. His hair is dry and slightly bald, but the two mustaches around his lips are really beautiful.He stands on a high podium, which is like a podium in a school classroom. From his position, whether it is the symphony orchestra on the side of the stage or the singers and dancers on the stage, one can distinguish Be clear.

An intense rehearsal was clearly going on in the concert hall.

But this rehearsal has been interrupted unceremoniously by the old man.

"Are you in a daze? Tell me, are you in a daze? Didn't you sleep well last night? Did you go to the Red Theater to sleep with women in the name of the chief singer again? How many times did you sleep? No, no, you're an idiot Are you sleeping with those women? Otherwise, why do you look like you've been squeezed dry?"

The lead singer Mullen who was scolded by the little old man was a gray-haired young man. He was tall and tall, and the point was that he had a good face, but his temperament was a bit oily and he wore makeup. He seemed like a playboy.

The old man's scolding sound was like a rap, and it beat Mullen rhythmically so that he couldn't lift his head.Several singers and dancers behind him covered their faces, and several people in the orchestra on the edge of the stage laughed lightly.

"Master Wilmot..." Mullen whispered unconvinced with his head down, "Didn't you specifically let Wagner guard my door for seven days and not allow me to go out at night until the end of tonight's performance? You ask Wagner , I didn’t go out at all last night!”

"What if you do something to Wagner?" The little old man known as Master Wilmot said something that seemed normal.

Marlon, the chief singer of the Shining Star Troupe, froze for three seconds:

"Fuck?"

And a second later, in the corner of the orchestra on one side of the stage, a big bear-like man who used an instrument similar to a cello yelled, "Damn it?"

Marlon pointed at himself, then pointed at the big man, his facial features shifted in fright, and said, "Wagner? Master, are you serious?"

"I'm very serious," Master Wilmot said very calmly, "other than this, I can't think of any other reason for you to sing like that ghost just now. You haven't even mobilized much ether, has your golden voice turned into a broken voice? ?”

"I didn't, I was wronged!" Mullen shouted hastily.

As expected of the chief singer, even if he screamed, this man screamed very rhythmically and rhythmically.

"Isn't this just an exercise? I'm not serious, I just need to brew some feelings..."

"Brewing you piece of shit!" Master Wilmot scolded.

"Sorry I was wrong."

After Marlon finished speaking, he knelt down with a very skillful posture, but this made Master Wilmot even more angry.In the next ten minutes, no one in the entire concert hall dared to make a sound, and Master Wilmot, without panting, added the relationship between him and dozens of animals for the chief singer of Shining Star. blood relationship between.

Ten minutes later, Master Wilmot finally made an identification for Mullen whose race seemed to be very complicated.

"...I'm going to perform at the festival tonight, and there are still a few hours. You told me to brew at this time, are you a pig? Are you a pig?!"

Although he was not nervous, the tall Maren sobbed a few times like a brat who had been spanked by his mother, but he didn't dare to refute at all.

And Master Wilmot finally set his sights on the others.

"What are you looking at?" the irascible old man roared, "What are you doing in a daze? Give me a rest, drink water and go to the bathroom, and start rehearsing again after Wugeya!"

The performance troupe, who dared not show their atmosphere, immediately dispersed, and Master Wilmot also stepped off the podium, sat in a row of auditoriums, picked up a booklet and looked through it.

Only Ma Lun stood still, looking sluggish.

The other singers looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and stepped forward to comfort them.

"Mallen, are you okay?"

"Master Wilmot is that temper."

"Anyway, the show will end tonight, so bear with it."

"It's so annoying to sing this song every day." said Mullen, who was squatting on the ground, drawing circles with his fingers.

"Do we have any other songs..."

"Shh-"

"I mean, wait until the show's over. Practice should be serious, Mullen, anyway."

The tall chief singer was even more aggrieved.

He opened his mouth and said, "I think..."

After saying this word, he didn't continue to say that he wanted to go.The people around him looked at each other, not knowing what "he wanted" to do, so they could only bring him a glass of warm water to moisturize his throat.

And the brutal Master Wilmot has returned to the podium.

"It's five hya, why are you moving so slowly, quickly return to your position, the musicians are in place! Get in place! Start from the beginning, from the first movement, pianist! Come on!"

The old man cursed and snapped his fingers at the same time.

The sound of snapping fingers was crisp, and the ether echoed, turning into a slender baton, falling into his thin fingers like dead branches.

Ether, ether of miracles.

The people living on this continent call it so, and it is these elves floating in the air that can move in response to the sound that create the miracles on this continent.

...However, even if the ethers move in response to sounds, they don't respond to all sounds.

Everyone can sing to arouse the ether, but what ordinary people can do with the ether is to emit light.

You can create something out of thin air with a snap of your fingers. No matter how you think about it, Master Wilmot is too powerful.

"Master Wilmot is really amazing." Standing in front of all the singers, Mullen, who was the chief singer, couldn't help sighing in a low voice.

His exclamations were drowned out by the orchestra's grand opening, barely heard.

However, Master Wilmot on the podium suddenly gave him a hard look.

The eyes that were almost covered by loose eyelids, with only one slit left, released a killer ray, and it was written brightly on it——

Mullen shut up!It's not time for you to speak out!

The gray-haired singer choked, and finally gathered up the thoughts that kept diverging.

And that's when it's time to cut to the song.

Mullen frowned and led the singing:

"Mountain of Light—"

All the lights in the concert hall have been turned off, but at this moment, there is suddenly a radiance like the coming of heaven.

Other singers followed suit:

"Mountain of Light—!"

The brilliance pierced through the dark clouds, and countless angels flew out of the light. They spread their pure white wings, and their pale golden snow-white feathers fluttered down.

The donut lady sang this passage, which only added a little glowing special effect to the donuts.

The special effects of professional singers singing this part are not comparable to the movies made by Hollywood on earth spending 20 billion.

On this continent, newborn babies can also use their cries to induce the ether, and dumb people who can't speak beat the beat with their hands, maybe they will also see miracles.

But people are different after all. In terms of motivating ether, the difference between professional singers and ordinary people is like that between gods and people.

The singers have indeed induced godlike miracles.

Guangming Mountain, which measures 500 meters above sea level according to the earth's standard scale, is comparable to Dongyue in height. It was born out of thin air a hundred years ago from singing.

Its appearance has effectively improved the most terrible disaster on this continent - the collapse of the ether.

Since then, the birthday of Guangming Mountain has been set as a festival, and every year on this festival, a performing troupe that has been selected through layers will enter the interior of Guangming Mountain, perform a musical with the theme of the birth of Guangming Mountain, and sing again. that song.

"Mountain of Light——!!!"

Performed the entire musical from beginning to end, and three hours passed just like that.

There are still several hours before the performance begins, and everyone who has rehearsed for the last time finally has time to eat, rest and replenish their strength for tonight's battle.

It would be better to allow more time for makeup and other preparations. After all, the Shining Star Performance Troupe participated in the festival performance for the first time this year, so something might happen.

They passed all the way in the trials and will defeat other veteran performing groups. They are indeed a big dark horse. The chief singer Maren is also a genius that Master Wilmot has never seen...

But in the end it was too young, not skilled enough, not safe enough.

For the performance of the "Mountain of Light" musical at the festival, it might be better to choose those old performing groups.

Thinking about these, Master Wilmot sighed deeply.

He sat down in the first row of audience seats, and only then did he feel that he had stood for too long and his back hurt.

Master Wilmot sighed deeply again.

He reached for the pamphlet lying aside.

The outstretched hand was empty.

Master Wilmot was startled, and when he looked up, he saw that the chair where a booklet should have been placed was empty.

No one should be interested in this pamphlet.

...But recently there is indeed one person who always wants to take a peek.

The members of the Shining Star Performing Troupe who hadn't left the concert hall packed their things and were about to transfer to the theater in Guangming Mountain. At this moment, they suddenly heard another angry roar.

"Mallen-!!!"

Mullen has already run out of the concert hall used for practice, holding a food that looks like a sandwich in one hand and Master Wilmot's pamphlet in the other, sprinting across the street and into a small garden facing the street .

He sat down on a bench in the garden and began to enjoy a meal that was past lunchtime and late dinnertime.At the same time, I opened the booklet and hummed intermittently while reading it.

The ether moved with the sound, and the spots of light jumped around him. Maren hummed happily, but also hummed cautiously.

He can't be found...

Just thinking this way, Mullen suddenly heard a voice from behind.

The chief singer suddenly turned his head, and saw that in the garden facing the street, not far behind him, there was a group of people fighting, or a group of people beating a person.

After watching for a few seconds, Mullen switched rhetoric—it was someone singleing out a group of people.

The reason why the subject changed was that the person who was beaten had the upper hand in this outnumbered fight.

The person who was beaten up was a young man. His hair and skin color were dyed by a barber who sang some song, but it turned out to be black and light yellow, which was very weird.From the point of view of wearing, the aesthetics may also be very strange. First of all, how can the pants be so close-fitting?

But he was really good at fighting. Here, where everyone was singing and fighting, he actually went up and beat people down by himself.

The speed is fast and the reaction is fast. Whenever Mullen thought he was going to be hit, the young man quickly dodged at the critical moment.

Then he punched someone on the mouth before they opened their mouths, so that the group of people who beat him could not sing, they could only scream pain pain pain pain.

"Bravo……"

Mullen was dumbfounded.

After a while, he said again in a daze:

"It seems..."

Ye Weidan finally defeated the last gangster.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should get some money from the group of people who suddenly attacked him—even though he didn’t know the money here—and take it away, a clear voice sounded behind him.

"Hey! You!" shouted Mullen, who ran over, "are you interested in musicals? Do you want to be the protagonist?"

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world view stuck me

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