Fang Zhengzhi looked over and saw a disciple of Ling Yun Tower in a green dress lying on the ground. She was sweating profusely and her green dress was stained with blood.
It was obvious that she was either dead or seriously injured.
"Did I really kill someone with my singing?!" Fang Zhengzhi was stunned. It was as if a "paradise" had opened up in his heart. He was pleasantly surprised and conflicted at the same time.
He was pleasantly surprised because singing could really kill someone. If he had known that it was so easy, he would not have put in so much effort. He could have just sung a song and destroyed the entire Ling Yun Tower.
The conflicted part was …
What the f * ck, such a beautiful song, how could someone die from singing it?
Fang Zhengzhi could not understand what was happening. After all, even though he was pure, he was not naive. He had nothing to do with the fact that singing could kill someone.
However, the disciples of Ling Yun Tower seemed to understand it very well. Some of them even turned pale and looked like they wanted to follow in the footsteps of the disciple.
"Pfft!" Another Ling Yun Tower disciple spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, that disciple also fell to the ground, his body covered in blood.
"Another one died?" Fang Zhengzhi blinked his eyes. He could not believe that such a strange thing had happened in front of him.
Why did this happen?
Was it too horrible?
Impossible!
Fang Zhengzhi was rather confident about this. Even though his talent in acting was not as good as Yun Qingwu's, it was still not a problem for him to be a street performer.
He did not believe that singing could kill someone.
However, the truth was …
People really died!
Moreover, two of them had died in a row. There was even a third, fourth and fifth person who seemed to be preparing to die. This was a little embarrassing.
Wait a minute!
Could it be …
Soundwave?!
Could it be that his soundwave had caused an unknown impact on the disciples of Ling Yun Tower and killed them?
Even though Fang Zhengzhi felt that this explanation was a little far-fetched, it was not entirely impossible.
After all, as someone who had studied in the 21st century, the term soundwave was not difficult to understand. Anyone who knew a little about physics would understand it.
As the old saying goes, truth comes from practice.
The only way to determine if it was really because of the sound waves was to try again.
Just as Fang Zhengzhi was thinking about this, the women in colorful dresses standing in front of the Ling Yun Tower disciples started to speak.
"Focus!"
"Calm your heart like water, hold your breath!"
"Don't listen to his nonsense. Be careful not to fall into his trap!"
After a few soft shouts, the pale-faced disciples who looked as if they were about to "die" at any time quickly regained their senses. Their expressions became calm once more.
Then, a shout of "Move!" Along with this voice, a silvery-white light lit up in the crowd.
"Buzz!" A huge fluctuation spread out in the form of a silvery-white light. Almost in an instant, the surroundings were covered by a silvery-white light.
"Oh? Is it moving again? Come on, follow my rhythm, let's move together! "Fang Zhengzhi smiled and replied instinctively.
Although he was not sure if the soundwave had anything to do with the death of the two Ling Yun Tower disciples, he was sure that one of the reasons was the "poisonous chicken soup" that he fed the disciples.
However, he was sure that the 'poisonous chicken soup' that he fed the disciples of Ling Yun Tower and the melodious singing were at least one of the reasons for this.
So …
Continue!
"Shake, shake, let's shake together! Lalala … where's the rhythm? Look at my hands, shake and shake, shake and shake … "Fang Zhengzhi did not forget to shake his waist and butt as he sang.
Of course, he did not forget the core of this assessment. As he shook, his body lit up with a silvery-white light.
However, the silvery-white light was a little shaky. In other words, the silvery-white light looked more like a dancing white snake.
"Pfft!" The sound of blood being spat out was heard again. Then, a woman in a green dress fell to the ground like the previous two women.
The difference was that this woman was not covered in blood like the previous women. Instead, she was covered in a silvery-white frost and her face was extremely pale.
"Indeed, someone died again!" Fang Zhengzhi did not care too much about the way that the woman in the green dress died. He was singing and shaking with all his might.
Furthermore, he decided to create something new.
The painful experiences of our predecessors and martyrs told us that if we were to remain stagnant, we would be swallowed up by the tides of the times and disappear in the rolling wheels of time.
Therefore, innovation and innovation had always been something that progressive youths had to think about all the time. Moreover, they had to always put it into action.
Fang Zhengzhi was obviously a progressive young man who knew how to create something new.
Therefore, he decided to improve the rhythm of his singing. At the very least, the rhythm had to be stronger and more impactful.
Among the countless songs, his first choice was naturally a divine song that he had heard in his previous life. It was called "Perturbed". This song was famous for its lyrics and exaggerated facial expressions.
Fang Zhengzhi was quite talented in this area. Although he did not have a complete lifelike voice, it was not a problem for him to mimic it.
Then, he began to sing!
"Ah oh … ah oh eh, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah? N, ah? N, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah? N, ah? N, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah hiss? N, ah? N … "
"…"
For some reason, the moment the song started, Fang Zhengzhi had a strong feeling that he had become the focus of the entire venue.
Although, he had always been the center of attention.
However, at this moment, the feeling of being the center of attention was very unusual. The most obvious thing was that even before he finished his song, at least half of the disciples' expressions had changed.
Half of them!
Fang Zhengzhi had expected this song to be very powerful, but he did not expect it to be this powerful.
"Calm down, don't be distracted by his singing!"
"Calm down!"
"Everyone, try not to listen to it, try not to …"
"Pfft!"
A few of the Ling Yun Tower's disciples who were standing at the very front shouted. However, they were interrupted by the sound of someone spitting out blood.
Then, more sounds of people vomiting blood could be heard.
That was because Fang Zhengzhi did not stop singing. Furthermore, his voice was clearly suppressing the disciples of Ling Yun Tower.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"…"
One by one, the girls in green fell to the ground. Their faces were extremely pale, and their bodies were covered in a thick layer of frost. It seemed like they were at least seriously injured.
"What … is this kid made of?!" Lin Mubai's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he listened to the song and looked at the girls in green falling to the ground.
Lin Mubai had never been so shocked before. He was so shocked that he wondered if the world had changed.
Why was he unharmed?!
Lin Mubai knew that music could injure people, but it could injure a large number of people. It would not be affected by human control.
To put it bluntly …
If Fang Zhengzhi was really using his song to injure people, he and Ping Yang would not have been able to escape. However, the fact was that he was not injured at all.
It was not that the music was injuring people, but the disciples of Ling Yun Tower had indeed fallen to the ground. Was there anything weirder than this in the world?
Most importantly, what kind of song was that?!
Lin Mubai felt that as the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, he should have read all the music in the world. However, after hearing Fang Zhengzhi's song, he felt as though his worldview had been refreshed. He even felt as though he had become a fake Emperor.
"Father, is there anyone more shameless than this guy in this world?" Ping Yang's face was flushed as she looked at Fang Zhengzhi, who was singing to his heart's content.
"There won't be!"
"Father, are you so sure?"
"Yes, I am not sure about other questions, but this one … I am certain!" Lin Mubai nodded and said confidently.
…
Ling Yun Tower's stalemate was finally broken under the attacks of the song and the 'poisonous chicken soup'. Furthermore, it was like the waves of the sea that came one after another.
Qian Ye's expression was extremely ugly.
As the leader of Ling Yun Tower, she had never looked so awful ever since she became the leader of Ling Yun Tower.
However, to her surprise, she did not say anything to stop the assessment. Instead, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.
To Fang Zhengzhi, at this stage of the examination, it was almost time for him to have some fun.
The song 'Uneasy' had already killed at least 20 people. What would happen if he followed it up with 'Jingu Bang'?
Fang Zhengzhi thought that he could give it a try.
Then, he gave it a try.
"I, Old Sun … I, Old Sun … Live in Mount Huaguo. Aiyo … I found a treasure, Ruyi … Golden Circlet … Awesome, awesome, awesome …"
Of course, singing required expressions and movements. Fang Zhengzhi was not too conservative in this aspect. He blinked his eyes continuously. Evidently, he had completely fused his body and heart into the song. He was wholeheartedly performing this auditory and visual feast.
However, the disciples of Ling Yun Tower obviously did not know much about art. Even though Fang Zhengzhi put in a lot of effort, they still could not understand the artistic conception behind it.
Therefore …
The result was obvious.
The disciples of Ling Yun Tower who were dressed in green started to fall to the ground. Every single one of them had their eyes wide open and their faces pale when they fell.
It was a kind of extreme unwillingness, or rather, a kind of shame.
Fang Zhengzhi did not understand the current state of mind of Ling Yun Tower's disciples. In fact, when he first joined Ling Yun Tower, he had always felt that their mental states were very strong.
However, why couldn't they resist the singing?
Was it really sound waves?
Fang Zhengzhi felt that this was possible, but for some reason, he felt that this explanation was a little bit off from the truth.
This was because, as more and more Ling Yun Tower disciples fell, he finally realized that almost every batch of Ling Yun Tower disciples had different injuries.
Some of them looked as if they had been cut by a knife and were covered in blood. Some of them looked as if they had been frozen by ice.
Apart from that …
There were all sorts of injuries, such as being struck by lightning, burned by fire, and hit by heavy blows. The injuries would change every few moments.
If it was really sound waves, why were their injuries different?
Fang Zhengzhi was confused. As he sang, he glanced at the disciples of Ling Yun Tower who were lying on the ground.
Then, he narrowed his eyes.
"Something's wrong!" Almost instantly, Fang Zhengzhi realized where the problem was. That was because the injuries suffered by the disciples when they fell had something to do with the "Dao" that was all around them.
To put it bluntly, the injuries on the disciples did not seem to have been caused by Fang Zhengzhi's singing. Instead, they seemed to have been caused by themselves.
Did they kill themselves?
Fang Zhengzhi felt that this was ridiculous. However, the truth was that the injuries suffered by the disciples of Ling Yun Tower were really related to the change in Dao.
When the Dao was fire, the disciples of Ling Yun Tower would have burn marks on their bodies. If the Dao was water or ice, it would be the same for the disciples of Ling Yun Tower.
This was strange.
Could it be that they really hurt themselves? However, this should not be possible. After all, the probability of this happening was too small.
If it was just one person, it would be fine. However, if it was a group of people, it would not make sense.
Fang Zhengzhi felt that there must be something that he had not discovered yet. The answer to this question might be the key to unraveling the strange techniques of the disciples of Ling Yun Tower.
However, what was the problem?
If it was not related to sound waves, then why was his singing able to injure the disciples of Ling Yun Tower? What was it that caused them to fall to the ground?
Wait a minute!
It didn't seem to be just singing!
Fang Zhengzhi's eyes lit up. He remembered that before he sang, when he was shouting those shocking poisonous chicken soup, the expressions on the faces of the disciples changed.
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