Bai Mo on the stage was full of charm. He was wearing a sailor suit and was shining with a beam of light, which almost grew snow-white hair to the heels. His identity seemed to be the lead singer and band conductor. At present, it was only the prelude part, only pure music but no vocal part.

Judging from the current results, it is actually quite good. Although the members of the Death Orchestra are a bit weird in shape, their instruments are absolutely excellent, just like serious orchestras. If Xia Huan said before, they could only play once, Zhou Yu wanted to raise such a group of people in the village, and at least they could use them to improve their style.

As for the residence, it’s easy to deal with. Just build a haunted house. Anyway, the glass flower room is useless. Let all these ghosts move in and transform them into a haunted house that can be visited in two dimensions. Perhaps tourists may like it. If you come to such a haunted house in the empty back garden, it will definitely be quite atmospheric at night.

Of course, Zhou Yu did not have a very profound music appreciation level, and it is hard to say what level the performance of the Death Orchestra is. Anyway, it looks OK.

Xia Huan also ran over, but because of the identity of a resident of Starlight City, he did not go to the scene to listen. Instead, he hid in Zhou Yu's room and watched the broadcast screen together.

"Not bad, the reputation of the Grim Reaper band was indeed not in vain. I don't know why those old stubborn people regard it as snakes and scorpions. Perhaps it is a puzzling revenge between Starlight City and Fallen City for thousands of years. It is too difficult to reach an understanding."

Xia Huan is also an alien and doesn't hate Fallen City so much, but some behaviors really make him dissatisfied, such as those extreme fans. He has so many idols and is often harassed by extreme fans, but it is not as good as the things in Fallen City are completely denying.

Zhou Yu didn't want to understand the hatred between Starlight City and Fallen City. He was not the protagonist in a fantasy novel anyway. He wanted to get involved in the dispute between the two factions of good and evil. He raised idols in his own territory and played games. He was very happy, and there was no need to be a savior.

"By the way, I've been thinking about upgrading Luhua Village recently, but I lack a prop called Codex. Have you been in Starlight City for so long? Have you heard of information about this?"

The Codex is what Zhou Yu wants to do most at the moment, but even a king of news like the King of Thieves cannot find out the relevant information, so he is inevitably a little anxious.

Xia Huan was stunned, but he quickly recovered: "Code? Well, too, Luhua Village's current development momentum is indeed on the verge of upgrading. However, Code is a very rare prop, and only those who are destined to be able to obtain it. I have only seen it once at the auction in Starlight City, but that was a few years ago."

Damn, it's really rare.

After a while, Xia Huan seemed to want to ask something again, but when he saw Zhou Yu looking thoughtful, he forced the question down.

Lao Zhou is a person who doesn't like to be restrained by others. Neither Starlight City nor Fallen City can be conquered. It is almost inevitable to become a wandering force. It is useless to ask. After all, the 3-dimensional world is too big, and Starlight City and Fallen City cannot be conquered. Moreover, there are places like Sky City that are almost unrestrained, so brothers' cities should not be easily targeted.

While thinking, the picture of the truth camera changed. Bai Mo put down the baton and picked up the microphone. The real concert was finally about to begin.

For a moment, the scene suddenly became quiet, and the fanatical fans held their breath, fearing that they would miss any syllable. Even through the screen, Zhou Yu could feel the atmosphere on the stage changed drastically, and the chill that penetrated into his heart made people get goose bumps.

Zhou Yu felt something strange, and Kaka and the others were even more immersive when they were peeking at the scene, trembling all over. Kaka asked tremblingly, "Sister Firefly, what's going on? Why is it so much cold all of a sudden? Is Bai Mo's ice body so powerful?"

The little firefly could still hold on, but his face was not very good: "This is not the cold air of the ice body, but the death air. What a powerful death band, it can actually have such momentum."

Bai Mo gracefully made a gesture of silence: "Jing, I heard the murmur of the evil ghost from the hell "Soul Sacrifice".

"Soul Sacrifice" is probably the name of this song. The style of Fallen City is probably like this. But Bai Mo's tone at this moment is so cold that it is not as human as it is, and it is more unmannerable than usual. The temperature at the scene has also dropped again and again, and it has reached the point where the breath turns into fog, and normal people may not be able to stand it.

However, the depraved people in the audience enjoyed it very much. Several people even took off their clothes, like werewolfs, making a long roar towards the sky.

I don't understand.

Bai Mo began to sing, and the Death Orchestra also started the real performance. There was nothing unusual at the beginning, but when it reached the climax, one of the zombies playing the trumpet suddenly felt a little over-high, and walked forward while blowing the trumpet.

At the same time, a blood cloud with many tentacles appeared on the stage, bulging like a heartbeat, making a numb sound to the scalp.

As Bai Mo's singing gradually grew, the trumpet player also followed a "Trombone on the Sky". As a result, halfway through the trumpet, for some reason, suddenly blew out two sharp long blades, one big and one small, and then walked around the air for a few circles and then cut the trumpet player into pieces.

The real blood sacrifice has begun.

Death did not stop the performance of the Death Orchestra, and the audience was almost unaffected, and even called out even more wildly. Bai Mo, the lead singer, did not see the minced meat on the stage at all, but just continued his indulgent singing intently.

Zhou Yu was stunned. Damn it, isn't it too heavy? "The God of Death is Coming"?

It was indeed the god of death that came. In the next few minutes, players continued to die in a wonderful and bloody way. The wailings and screams before death, bloody flesh and internal organs filled the concert venue, making people shudder.

The ghost choir roared and exploded like firecrackers. The fat rotten corpse drummer beat his belly as a drum face, and all kinds of blood immediately made the venue envelope the atmosphere of the horror film.

Zhou Yu saw that he had only a desire to vomit. Xia Huan's face turned pale and no longer praised the Ghost of Death Orchestra. The little firefly at the scene was already vomiting, and then he started running outside without daring to turn his head. If he stayed still, he might be fumigated by the smell of blood.

The terrible recital of death.
Chapter completed!