Chapter 677 - 365: Back to the Human World, Facing the Ancient Immortal (Part 2)
"...Master, I’ll even slaughter you!"
...
The melodious music resounded throughout the stadium.
The audience waved their glow sticks in rhythm.
Each member of the Immortal Technique Committee was either patrolling the corridors or dispersed among the audience seating area.
At this moment, they simultaneously received a warning from the Ancient Immortal Master in their minds.
They simultaneously turned pale, broke out in cold sweat, and began to tremble!
...
At the highest point of the stands.
Wu Qingyun looked at her phone, then at her grandfather, her expression frozen.
"Will he still take action then?
Will he want those 20,000 Purified Void Bodies?"
Wu Jianxian’s face was calm, he tightly gripped the long sword in his hand and stood up with his thin, tall body.
"I don’t know.
Qingyun, remember, you are our future, you must not act recklessly, no matter what, you must protect yourself."
After saying this, he turned and left, entering the corridor of the stands, silently making his way through the dense audience seats towards the center stage of the stadium.
...
Inside the stadium, the lighting was magnificent, the singing melodious.
Outside the stadium, even at a distance, the sky above the concert could be seen illuminated by brilliant lights, and the singing could be heard carried by the wind.
The rooftop of the Celestial Universe Building was occupied by a massive black snake at this time!
Despite the large size of the celestial platform, it couldn’t even accommodate the snake’s body in its entirety, causing its tail to dangle from the edge.
On the eight gigantic heads of the snake stood the members of the Sakura Visit Team: the ninjas, witches, wandering samurais, and Yin Yang Masters.
Along with them, on the largest head in the center, Miyamoto Rokuzo gently shook a folding fan, watching the stadium from afar together.
"Eighty thousand life souls, we’ll get them soon!
Do you hear that? The song has changed, the music has changed."
The cold night wind carried the concert’s song to Miyamoto Rokuzo’s fair face, lifting his fringe.
"The annoying suona tune has turned into the sound of the shamisen.
The noisy big drum has turned into taiko drums.
Hahaha."
...
Unknowingly, the cold shamisen sound had quietly replaced the passionate suona.
Inside the stadium, the song had already changed.
On the spotlighted stage, a small black snake emerged from Hu Tiantian’s collar at the back of her neck, clinging to her skin, biting into her spine, putting her in a daze, as if in a dream, singing songs she had never even heard before.
Those were strange words in Sakura language, like a nursery rhyme, cold, childish, yet with a faint eeriness.
If translated into Chinese, it would be...
Little bunny, be good, happy and joyful...
Little bunny, be good, don’t make a fuss...
Little bunny, be good, line up to get on the bus...
On stage, dozens of backup dancers were also bitten at the nape by small black snakes, and they too began performing odd dances!
Their steps keeping pace, they formed a line, each mimicking the movement of getting onto a bus!
After getting on the bus, they obediently curled up their bodies, closing their eyes!
This eerie song and dance seemed to instruct the audience present on how to get on the bus later!
And numerous black pythons, thick as water tanks, had already gathered beneath the stadium, climbing up to the surface.
Their blood-red maws were the doors of the bus!
Their bellies were the compartments of the bus!
They were the buses meant to transport 80,000 people to West Ridge!
In the densely packed stands, the audience was already dizzy, falling into a state between sleep and wakefulness.
Everyone, either holding glow sticks or placards with "West State Boss," raised both hands high, swinging them, following Hu Tiantian, singing this peculiar nursery rhyme!
Amidst the sea of people, Wan Bocheng and Yang Zhan noticed something amiss, yet still, in a daze, swayed their hands, singing along to the strange nursery rhyme!
Beside them, Chu Mian seemed more resistant!
She understood Sakura language!
She had heard this nursery rhyme before!
At this point, she looked at the Immortal Technique Committee members standing dazedly in the aisle, and tears flowed from her eyes.
"Even West State too..."
...
In the backstage control room.
A dozen members of the Immortal Technique Committee were sitting in front of computers, all of them pale, with sweat beading on their foreheads.
They were all fellow apprentices of Chairman Chen Shu, hailing from the Iron Brush Palace!
At this moment, they all saw in their minds Chairman Chen Shu kneeling before the Ancient Immortal seat, being choked by the Ancient Immortal’s hand!
They saw Chairman Chen Shu’s face turning red from being strangled, spitting blood foam from his mouth.
Ancient Immortal Tie Pi’s robust figure filled out the crimson robes completely, as he blew at his coarse, hard beard and grinned fiercely.
"Be obedient, listen up!
"Don’t try to be a hero, don’t try to stand out!
"Let these eighty thousand people finish listening to this song!
"Let them get on the buses, let them leave!
"Wouldn’t it be good for Master to obtain those twenty thousand Purified Void Bodies?"
Chairman Chen Shu’s neck was too slender, Ancient Immortal Tie Pi’s hand was too large.
Chairman Chen Shu’s neck was gripped by his big hand, seeming as if it could snap at any moment!
"The dream isn’t entirely the same as reality.
"If you aren’t afraid of death, if you want to gamble that I won’t want to kill you, you can try to control your reality body.
"Hahaha!"
...
In reality, backstage in the command room.
Chairman Chen Shu crawled up from the table, still spitting out bloody froth from his mouth, his throat producing an odd "hoarse wheezing" sound as if stuck.
He stared with dizzy, bloodshot eyes, using his fiercely trembling hands, one on the keyboard, one on the mouse, entering passwords, operating the whole scene.
First step, he severed the audio of the concert.
Crack!
The song echoing throughout the stadium came to a halt.
Second step, he severed the power to the concert’s lighting.
Crack!
The dazzling lights illuminating the concert vanished.
Third step, he severed the power to the concert’s big screen.
Crack!
The strange dance images on the big screen disappeared.
Finally, he picked up the microphone, addressing the entire concert.
"I am Chen Shu, Chairman of the West State Immortal Committee.
"Firstly, dear audience friends, no need to panic, let’s play a little game.
"Please close your eyes, cover your ears, don’t listen, don’t look at anything. Don’t be afraid, don’t move around....
"Ugh..."
He hastily covered the microphone, preventing the audience from hearing the sound of him vomiting large amounts of bloody froth.
...
Inside the stadium, the sea of people among the audience awoke with alarm.
Listening to the hoarse, indistinct, aged sound from the audio system, they instinctively nodded, closed their eyes, and covered their ears.
Although unaware of what was happening, they vaguely understood in their hearts that something was... amiss.
The audio system transmitted his voice again.
Carrying coughs, with the sound of a broken bellows-like "hoarse wheezing," accompanied by sounds of vomiting blood.
"Then, all Immortal Technique Committee members present, please voluntarily step forward to battle, protect the people, slay the enemy.
"Or retain a useful body...await the future...ugh..."
From the audio system came the final sound of vomiting blood heavily and the "thud" of something collapsing onto a table.
...
Everyone heard this sound.
Chu Mian, tears streaming down her face, covered her ears, secretly opened her eyes, and saw the floor within the stadium infield already cracked, from it enormous black shadows had emerged!
They were giant black snakes!
Squinting their eyes, flicking their tongues, the stench from their mouths dispersing into the air!
Slithering with whispers, they crawled toward the stands!
Besides them, snakes thick as barrels, as wrists, as fingers, densely packed together like a tide, similarly heading toward the stands with a chilling whispering sound!
...
"Coo coo coo!"
Peacock Red Treasure fluttered high, flying over the stands amidst clear chirping, descending toward the infield!
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Tian Xinghuo’s eyes flickered with furious flames, tear reflections showing his brother’s smile, shouting angrily, leaping up, rushing toward the infield in a few strides!
"Kill!"
His hands swiftly grew scabs, forming into scabby claws, emitting a sickly sweet aroma!
...
Zhang Shan sprang from his seat, gritting his teeth, glaring, pulling out the gun at his waist, charging from the stands to the aisle.
"I’m useless, I’m worthless, I don’t need to wait for the future!
"I can die today!"
...
In the stands, disturbances arose!
Figures of Immortal Technique Committee members, red-eyed, either drew guns or unsheathed swords, charging through the sea of people with closed eyes and covered ears in the stands toward the infield!