Chapter 88:

Su Fengxi did not dare to believe that it belonged to her when she heard the sound from her ear, so she closed her eyes and sang a few words intoxicated. When she opened her eyes, she saw no longer a group Obsessed audience, but faces that are either shocked, doubted, or unbelievable.
Her agent ran to the stage and shouted angrily: "Stop and stop, the music will stop! How did you do it, we used such a poor quality device! The microphone is broken, it has been making noise, you just did not hear it ?"
It was only at this time that Su Fengxi realized faintly that the hoarse, harsh and rundown voice she had heard in her ears actually came from her throat! She stood in a gorgeous beam of light, every inch of her skin was bathed with gorgeous colors, but her expression was dazed.
Some of the audience couldn't sit still, whispering and whispering: "Is that sound really Su Fengxi just now? It's too ugly?"
"Her phonographer is so powerful, and the duck's voice can be cultivated into a natural sound! If I didn't listen to the scene, I couldn't believe it!"
"My imagination is completely broken today! Dare such a voice blow into Siren, I am afraid it is not the ear problem?"
"What kind of power is enough to send songs, this cowhide is too big! I will sing songs on the Internet in the future, don't sing the scene. Just now, I took off the powder, I can't really sing such singing! "
"I'm powdering too! The technology is too powerful now, and even our psychic perception can deceive the past!"
Everyone shook their heads while whispering, which shows that they were very disappointed with the performance. After waking up, their reaction is completely normal, and they will not love and maintain a person desperately, irrationally, desperately. Good is good, bad is bad, there is no lie.
He Jinglian, Ah Huo, Yuan Zhongzhou and others all kept silent. Just now, they suddenly sensed a very bad energy field, but lost their position in an instant. They couldn't figure out what the energy field was, but subconsciously produced a deep sense of disgust and alertness, as if something ominous had ran out of and then hid in someone's body.
Psychics live by perception, so they will never ignore their aura. Su Fengxi, who stood on the stage and looked around, became the target of their analysis.
However, Su Fengxi didn't care about the doubts of these people. She looked directly at Van Gogh, but found that the other party was also looking at the stage, but there were only bright light effects in the dark pupils, and no one existed. He had completely isolated her with consciousness, and even looked at her as if contaminated. The accident just now must be related to him! Who else can be besides him?
Su Fengxi's body began to tremble, this time not because of fear, but because of too strong anger. How dare this person make her ugly again and again! Does he really think he can't help him?
"Change a disc and I sing again." She interrupted the director's agent.
"Sing what to sing, we won't sing anymore! What a brutal show, even better microphones and speakers! Who are you insulting?"
The agent held Su Fengxi's wrist and tried to pull her away. But his obsessive attitude became one of the reasons why Su Fengxi insisted on singing. If she really left these people away today, what is the difference from running away? What's more, after the program is broadcast, the audience will see her terrible performance, will hear her harsh and harsh voice, and will escape from her confusion like an agent.
No one knows what she has paid for these strange abilities, and she can't afford to fail again!
Today's performance, Su Fengxi not only has to finish singing, but also has to come up with the best level. She put herself on the top of the mountain, so she had to stand firm with her scalp.
"I'm going to sing and change my accompaniment." She shook off her manager's hand and smiled and apologized to Song Nuanwen and the players, saying that it was the microphone and ear that had problems, which affected her performance.
Song Nuanwen likes this kind of large rollover scene the most. Once it is broadcast, it is a wave of ratings and a wave of advertisers, so she did n’t pierce Su Fengxi ’s excuse at all, but waved her hand instead. A batch of better-quality equipment, a microphone of 300,000, and a set of speakers of 10 million can not be stopped.
Su Fengxi's agent's face was green when he saw the photographer putting the lens on the equipment and shooting the logos representing expensive and high-end logos. Undoubtedly, Song Nuan was deliberate. She didn't refute his phrase "the show of the poor", but slapped him slap hard with reality.
"After Su Ge, are you satisfied with these devices?" Song Nuan humbly gestured.
Su Fengxi's face was ugly, but he had to smile and say satisfaction. If she breaks down again this time, she may not even find an excuse. But she had no idea why her voice became so harsh. She had forgotten that her original voice was like this before she acquired this strange ability. That was too far away, and she was too afraid to even remember.
"Sister Song, I'm really sorry just now. I sang again." Su Fengxi smiled more gently, but his heart was up and down. She was worried that Van Gogh would make trouble again, but she didn't believe that he really had the ability to make her deflate again and again.
She couldn't help it. If she didn't finish singing, she would lose very ugly today, so she rolled her eyes and commanded: "I want to sing" Jian Ye ", you choose that accompaniment disc."
The magnificent music runs through the studio, and a more expensive equipment is replaced, and the sound effect becomes so shocking. Before Su Fengxi walked into Guangzhu to start singing, everyone screamed excitedly: "It is Su Fengxi's new song" Jian Ye "! Great, I like this song the most!"
This "Jiangye" is the theme song of this year's hottest costume drama "Datang Tangxia". The desolate melody of pipa, zither, and erhu as the main instrument can shake everyone's soul under the influence of the powerful drum. . It was the noble gas from the ancient battlefield, the last scream of every heroic soul left in the world.
There are too many people who like to listen to this song, and the stack of trebles in Su Fengxi pushes the artistic value of this song to the highest point. It is far from a popular song, but a classic that can be sung for centuries. Many people say that they can play this song in a loop for several days without feeling tired.
It is the hottest song of Su Fengxi, and it is also the most powerful song, and it is the song that needs the most singing skills. Since she dared to perform live, she wanted to come back with some confidence.
Sure enough, when Su Fengxi opened his throat when the prelude ended, everyone agreed with her previous reasons. It was indeed a problem with the microphone and audio equipment. Her performance at this moment was not in the name of Siren.
Yuan Zhongzhou looked at the woman on stage with a confused expression. He didn't understand what the ominous feeling at that moment was, but now it seems that he feels wrong, and Su Fengxi has no problem.
The rest of the psychics burned their cheeks for the derogation they had just made, and they felt extremely guilty. Obsession and enthusiasm returned to their eyes, and the studio surrounded by music once again became a hall of pilgrimage.
A Huo and He Jinglian are like two orange cats who have sucked a lot of wood Tianli, squinting, squinting, following Su Fengxi and powerful drums on the stage.
Zhao Wenyan was still gloating over Su Fengxi's overturned car just now, but now he is panicking. He is looking around with horrified eyes and trying to hide in the corner as much as possible to avoid being infected by these people's fanaticism. Su Fengxi is a non-immune virus. Once she is given an environment suitable for breeding, she can grow wildly.
"Van Gallo, this song is so powerful, let's go!" He held the sleeve of the youth tightly.
"It's okay, wait again." Fangallo tapped the back of his hand gently, his tone as usual.
Xu Yiyang didn't even plug her ears, the whole person got under the chair. The force field of this song is obviously much stronger than the one just now!
Song Rui stared at the woman on the stage, and countless pictures appeared in his mind. The louder her singing, the more fierce his killing intentions, which is probably the only desire she can draw from the depths of his heart.
Ding Puhang felt that his head was about to explode. While he was bewitched by Su Fengxi's singing, he was stung by Song Rui's killing thoughts. , A moment of fear. His soul was torn into two halves, respectively burned and frozen, and the painful feeling was hard to describe in words.
He originally thought that Van Gogh was the most terrifying spirit in this show, but now he found that he was completely wrong, and Song Rui is the most difficult and intimidating existence in the world. No matter how good his eye pupils see, what is reflected in his heart is always anger and hatred, and the irresistible desire to destroy.
So beautiful Su Fengxi, so clear and gentle singing voice, but can only let him have the idea of ​​killing each other, this man is not saved!
Ding Puhang hugged his painful head and yelled in a low voice: "Don't sing Xixi, don't sing anymore, you'll be perverted to stare at it again!" Because he clearly saw Song Rui's fantasy capture and abuse of prey The whole process, so he is very clear, as long as the other party takes action, he will be successful. Song Rui's IQ is terribly high, and he can design a detailed and practical plan almost every minute. Even with mind-reading skills, Ding Puhang couldn't keep up with his rhythm. His head is super fast, not at the same level as ordinary people.
"Damn, I must quit next time!" Ding Puhang banged his head on the chair in the front row and said with a vow.
Su Fengxi couldn't hear Ding Puhang's cry, only to see the obsessive expression of everyone, so he played more and more freely. However, the person she most wanted to confuse and control was always sober. He pressed Zhao Wenyan's shoulder with one hand and took a little boy into his arms with one hand. The dark pupil began to condense the glow.
Su Fengxi was calmed by his gradually serious expression, and turned away from his eyes reflectively.
Van Gogh finally found the melody and beat, before the next climax, accompanied by the mouth shape of Su Fengxi, chanted indecently: "Dao is Tao, very Tao; name is famous, very famous. Nameless, At the beginning of heaven and earth, it is famous, the mother of all things. Therefore, it often has no desire to observe its beauty, often has desire, to observe its merits. … "
Yes, he can't remember the lyrics of this song, he can only recite the "Dao Jing Jing", and the volume can't completely cover the roar of the war drum and the sound of Su Fengxi climbing one after another. But miraculously, this low-inaudible recitation still merged into Su Fengxi's singing, and instantly broke the holy temple she deliberately created, causing her to fall from the high altar.
Her treble straight up to the sky suddenly fell straight from the apex, without even a buffer.
The sharp sound of tires scraping the ground quickly came from the microphone and expanded through expensive speakers, puncturing everyone's eardrums.
"Oh my god! What is this?" Dr. Qian covered his heart and said in disbelief: "Why is the sound broken again? Or is there a problem with the audio equipment?"
"Impossible, this set of speakers was newly bought. We just tested it before the program was recorded, no problem." Song Wenwen said dissatisfiedly: "Su Fengxi's singing skills are not good, and the repair of the music is too exaggerated! I hope she won't do it this time Let our speakers and microphone help her back. "When she said this, she didn't know how obsessed she was at the last moment.
The treble is inertial. If you ca n’t rap, you can sing, and you can close it. Once the airflow comes out of the Dantian, you must spit it out, otherwise it will hurt the vocal cords and lungs. So Su Fengxi knew that there was a problem but still finished the last few trebles, and then suddenly turned his head to look at where Van Gogh was.
He just opened his mouth and said something, but she couldn't hear or feel any energy, so she didn't pay attention to it. However, this subtle recitation, even inaudible, was enough to destroy everything she tried to create. How did he do it?
Su Fengxi put down the microphone, and Tie Qing stood on the stage with a face. The first time she overturned, she could make excuses. In addition to the second overturn, what could she do? The audience, who was crazy for her before, is now fully awake, like a sudden flood, which instantly takes away the confusion in their eyes, ears, and hearts.
As long as there is Fangallo, her every struggle is in vain!
Seeing the extreme embarrassment of Su Fengxi, Zhao Wenyan actually thumped the armrest of the chair and laughed. He didn't care that the photographer was filming his own unremarkable performance. He only knew that Su Fengxi, who claimed to be the most charming in the world, was finally deflated, and he was ugly. He showed his original form under the eyes of everyone. This wonderful picture was enough for him. Aftertaste a few days and nights!
He smiled more and more arrogantly, more and more freely, and eventually two lines of bitter tears came out. No one knows how scared he was just now, almost, he will be driven crazy by the song!
"It's okay." Van Gaal patted his shoulder.
"Wipe your face." Song Rui handed over a tissue.
"Thank you, I'm much better." Zhao Wenyan exhaled and said with a low smile: "I'm right today, just happy!"
Song Rui attached to Van Gollar and asked, "How did you do it?"
Fangallo explained: "To contaminate a glass of pure water, all you need to do is sprinkle a handful of ash, it's not difficult."
Song Rui nodded and said: "I understand, Su Fengxi's ability is to use singing to mobilize and control other people's emotions, which happens to happen, your ability is to use language to express emotions, your abilities are similar, and It ’s also ok, just look at how each other is attacking and defending. Su Fengxi is singing, her treble resonance forms an energy field, covering everyone, and the fastest way to break resonance is to incorporate another difference in her audio The resonance of the audio will disappear immediately. She leads the song, you recite the ancient text, her energy field seems powerful, but it only needs some slight discordant sounds to completely break it. But not any audio can be incorporated Her resonant magnetic field is not a confrontation between sound and sound, but a collision between energy and energy. It is an action that requires strong consciousness as a support. So I doubt that your ability is not limited to the instigation and control of language Force also includes the invasion and integration of force fields. Is my analysis correct? "
Van Gogh glanced at him with a very helpless smile: "Dr. Song, I don't know if your analysis is correct, because I never considered these issues. But I still thank you for your science."
Song Rui said frankly: "You're welcome."