A faint melodious and pleasant singing lingered in his ears. Wu Rong’s physique had been greatly enhanced since he conquered the Zhong Gu, so he hadn’t fallen into such a deep sleep since a long time ago, and he usually only needed to take a nap to fully recover his energy.
Zhou Jin’s singing seemed to have a special magical power. It was a hard to describe feeling, like a gentle breeze blowing past you, or like soaking in warm spring water, the wounded soul could be healed.
But Wu Rong didn’t remember any injuries he had suffered. In fact, his purpose in coming to the concert was for the Big Ghost. As a result, the Big Ghost didn’t respond to the singing at all, yet he himself was immersed in the singing. Falling into a deep sleep was a very dangerous thing for Wu Rong. His alertness and vigilance would drop and if he encountered any danger, and he wouldn’t be able to counterattack an enemy in time.
It’s just that he was conscient in his heart, but his consciousness didn’t want to wake up from the singing. This feeling was strange yet familiar, and Wu Rong was sure that, except for the time in the bathroom, he had never heard Zhou Jin’s song and had never entered this state. Yet his soul immediately relaxed with the singing, as if this scene had been experienced countless times.
What exactly is going on?
Wu Rong only thought for a moment before deciding to wake up first. The outside of the box was not absolutely safe, and he couldn’t just immerse himself in the singing to find the answer. It was uncomfortable to escape the influence of singing. Although Wu Rong firmly believed that his soul hadn’t been injured, his soul was instinctively particularly relaxed under the singing and had a short-term confrontation with his mind, just like getting out of a warm bed on a cold morning in the severe winter. Even for a person as firm as Wu Rong, they would pause for a moment.
At this moment of this pause, the singing voice changed.
The sound of the harp was still pleasant to the ear, but the emotion in the singing had changed from cheerful and joyful to deep and melancholic. The devil controlled people’s emotions, and a singer with the devil’s voice could sing the song of seven emotions. Zhou Jin was an A-level singer, and had already been able to sing the “Joy Section”, “Anger Section” and the “Sorrowful Section” proficiently in Song of Seven Emotions. The rest of the sections could only be sung after his death, when the full potential of the devil’s singing voice reaches its climax.
But in order to achieve the strongest effect of singing, one must pour into it the singer’s emotions. Only by experiencing the ultimate joy, madness, anger, and desperate sadness could one sing these three sections well. Otherwise, the singing was just singing, without soul, and without the powerful power to pacify a ghost king. Even in the European Union, where there were many people with devil’s voice abilities, most of them were focused on mastering one or two sections.
Zhou Jin had already mastered these three sections in his twenties. Like his mother who died young, he was a real genius.
The singing in Wu Rong’s ears was the sorrowful section.
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Overly strong emotions will hurt the body and shorten one’s life, and different sections will have different effects. Zhou Jin always sang only one section in a concert, but this time he actually sang both sections of joy and sorrow.
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In a trance, Wu Rong seemed to see himself sitting on a throne of bones in the bloody darkness, leaning over, with his pale fingers cupping the jaw of the young man kneeling in front of him.
“My lord, please forgive me for not being able to sing the section of joy.”
The young man pliantly raised his head. His pure black pupils without whites and the lines of black and blue blood vessels on his pale face showed that this was not a living person, but a soul degenerated into a ghost. He was tortured, and his soul was infested with the malice of the world. Too much pain had deprived him of the ability to be happy, and of course he could no longer sing the sections that represented joy.
Despite all the inhuman traits, Wu Rong recognized the person in front of him as Zhou Jin. His eyes were wild and anxious, inferior and obsessed, and the flame of his soul was burning in his black pupils, like an artist with strong and delicate emotions, who wanted to burn himself to death, and then use the ashes of their soul to make roses and bestow it upon their loved ones.
“In addition to the section of joy, I completely dedicate to you the singing voices of devils and angels.”
Zhou Jin was completely naked, and devoted himself to Wu Rong piously and unreservedly, like a newborn lamb. Behind his milky white shoulders, in the center of the butterfly bone, there was a pair of tattooed wings on his soul’s skin.
An Angel on the left, a devil on the right.
He could sing the poems of the seven virtues and the sections of the seven emotions.
“King, he can sing you a song of love.”
A brisk young male voice that sounded familiar came from the left side of the throne. But when Wu Rong looked over, he could only see a blurred image. This kind of gaze that concealed concerns and worries reminded Wu Rong of Huang Mao. But just like the blurred picture, his voice was also intermittent, getting weaker and weaker, until he couldn’t hear it anymore.
“Listen more, maybe we can retrieve it…”
Retrieve what?
The icy darkness engulfed Wu Rong like a tide, and the sound scene in front of him turned into meaningless snowflakes, which then disappeared like the magic of the fairy godmother after twelve o’clock. The burning sensation in the palm of his left hand woke him up from the deep slumber. The Zhong Gu was still immersed in the singing, and Wu Rong didn’t know when he became immersed in it, but the Big Ghost was always awake.
Before Wu Rong could open his eyes, his left hand reflexively moved down and grabbed the wrist that was extending towards his waist.
“Painful.”
The cry of enduring pain was the same as the melancholic and sad singing on the stage, but it was a little more seductive. Wu Rong looked down at the person in front of him, and then at the stage.
“This is all me.”
The smiling male voice sounded innocent and beautiful, and the young man caught by Wu Rong had no intention of running away, but just sat lazily on the ground. Because his wrists were clenched, he leaned forward, with his head facing Wu Rong’s legs, and the two of them were in very ambiguous postures. The young man was very handsome, with a very special, very pure temperament, charming regardless of gender or age. In particular, although he was smiling, his eyes were cold and clear, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg and a snow ridge, making people have the urge to take him away, imprison him and be the only one to keep him.
Purity could not only arouse the desire for protection, but could also arouse people’s deepest malice. The young man knew which angle was the most attractive to others. He slightly raised his chin, revealing his slender and fair neck, and his voice was very soft.
“Give it to me and you can do anything to me.”
Any word he pronounced sounded ambiguous, and his eyes seemed magical, like they could make everyone crazy about him.
But this did not include Wu Rong.
“Zhou Jin?”
Wu Rong’s tone contained no emotion. When the young man in front of him appeared, the singing on the stage was still going on. Through the screen, you could see another Zhou Jin on the stage, frowning and singing in a sorrowful movement.
The young man who appeared in front of Wu Rong looked exactly the same as Zhou Jin, which made people subconsciously wonder if they were twins. But Wu Rong was inexplicably reminded of what he saw in the fuzzy picture just now, the scene showing the coexistence of angels and demons on the shoulders of the ghost who looked like Zhou Jin.
“He’s a devil, you’re an angel.”
With this tone of verification, Wu Rong wanted to see how real the scenes in his dream were.
“You and him are one.”
After he said these words, the smile of the young man in front of him froze.
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
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“You are alone.” -> “You and him are one.”
I suggested like this because as far as I know the character of ‘alone’ and ‘one’ is the same.
thanks! I was pretty confused with this sentence ^^;
Sorry Zhou Jin but I think Xiao Wu only goes as a shou (well he does look like he can go both way…..)
Seeing the ghost king timeline is deliciously painful good (this is coming from a guy who doesn’t like angst). Maybe it’s because all of the drama was not caused by love, which is why I’m not averse to it. Because otherwise, I hate that it’ll just seems like all of the characters has negative iq – because of feeling ig.
Wu Rong’s (ex) harem is especially enjoyable for me to see lol. I’m all about Wu Rong as a shou, but you can’t deny he has ticken off all the qualities you need to be a top danmei gong (very gong-coded shou is quite a delicacy tbh, I love it, very much).