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123: Thunder! Full moon! Strange celestial phenomena!
Two o'clock in the morning.
Steel Regiment Military District training grounds.
At Zheng Jianfeng's command.
The Chinese Oboe, which had been tuned early and was fully prepared, began to play!
One could only see... the erhu, gongs, and other instruments sounding first... then, the leader of the Chinese Oboe, holding a golden-bronze Chinese Oboe in both hands... took a deep breath... *buzz*!
The moment the Chinese Oboe sounded, myriad melodies, like clashing weapons and galloping iron-clad soldiers, surged forth.
It began sharply, like swords and spears, yet also like canaries and cuckoos singing... Gradually, the Chinese Oboe's tone became the main melody, growing steady and transforming into various bird calls... On the scene, thousands of people were drawn by the Chinese Oboe's music.
Their gazes collectively turned, their ears perked up, listening intently... There was no other sound... The intern reporter, who had been responsible for the livestream for two and a half years, was already jumping up and down on the spot... "Friends! 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'! This is the most authentic! The most fitting 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'!"
Yes, birds and chickens are not separate; tracing back their origins, they might even be relatives.
The reporter seemed to receive a spiritual connection, his body involuntarily swaying.
And in the livestream room, tens of millions of fans and netizens had already exploded.
Bullet comments, like snowflakes, flooded the screen!
— 【A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix! It's A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix!】
— 【Holy crap! My life is complete!】
— 【When the Chinese Oboe sounds, gold is worth ten thousand taels... I'd call the Chinese Oboe the king of instruments!】
— 【So shocking! Listening through the screen, I'm getting goosebumps all over!】
— 【Indeed... the Chinese Oboe is the most loyal romance of our Huaxia musicians...】
— 【Ah... Brother Su, you died so tragically, how can I live without you...】
— 【Brothers, the atmosphere is here, if we don't cry a bit, I feel like we're letting Brother Su down!】
— 【Funeral Crying Army! Prepare! Cry!】
Wuwuwuwu... The livestream room was uniformly filled with funeral crying bullet comments.
Modern funeral crying, modern mourning, can now be conveyed through the internet.
For a time.
The authentic 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' became wildly popular at two in the morning, across major short video social platforms on the internet.
Trending Topic #1: "#A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix! When the Chinese Oboe Sounds! Gold is Worth Ten Thousand Taels!"
Trending Topic #2: "#That Funeral Has Begun! That Funeral Solely for That Man!"
Trending Topic #3: "#Goodbye Brother Su! When the Chinese Oboe Sounds, Regret Appears..."
Trending Topic...
Livestream Rank #1, a certain funeral Streamer: "Over a hundred thousand people in the livestream room! Brothers, tap the little red heart! Brothers, give the Streamer a follow!"
Livestream Rank #2, "Brothers, check out the shopping cart, the Chinese Oboe has sounded!"
Yes... the Chinese Oboe is a flag, the Chinese Oboe is a horn... Inside the duty room of the Capital Police Bureau.
Alarm calls were being answered one after another: "What!? You said there's a big fire in the suburbs!?"
"What? You said someone is performing a spiritual dance in the graveyard in the middle of the night!?"
"Will it ever end!? What exactly happened tonight!?"
The Director of the Magic City Police Bureau had already collapsed.
Dusty and disheveled, he had just personally led a mission back.
His face was full of bitterness: "Damn it, have they all gone crazy? Burning paper in the middle of the night at two in the morning!?"
"Director... someone reported it again..."
The Director roared: "Get lost! Fires go to the fire department, what does it have to do with our Police Bureau!?"
The Police Officer was utterly miserable, almost in tears from exhaustion: "Director! It was the fire department that called the police!"
The Director knew the truth.
He was already numb: "Alright! Nobody sleeps!"
If you can't beat them, join them!
The Director took out a box of soft Huazi cigarettes from his drawer: "Let's go! We'll also go pay our respects to that Young Brother named Su Yun..."
Across the country, with livestreams as the medium and the Chinese Oboe as the signal.
When 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' sounded... fans and netizens nationwide collectively lit fires!
Fans and netizens were each paying their respects to Su Yun in their own ways!
...Steel Regiment Military District!
'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' was still playing, its sharp and pleasant melody piercing the long night.
It truly lived up to its name... Listening to the music, the night sky seemed to have a phoenix slowly circling... Everyone present lowered their heads, expressing their condolences.
Sniffles, cries... *Boom*!
Suddenly, a clap of thunder echoed in the high heavens... Everyone was startled, looking up... They saw that in the endless night, dry thunder rumbled in the clouds!
The intern reporter, singing and dancing, widened his eyes: "Friends! Look!"
In the foggy, dark clouds, with several claps of dry thunder... there was a tendency for them to be forcibly torn open!
Thousands of people were all drawn by this shocking scene... — 【Holy crap! Dry thunder!】
— 【Could it be heavenly soldiers and generals descending to escort my Brother Su to heaven?】
— 【Heavenly phenomenon! My god... I'm getting goosebumps all over!】
— 【What's going on? Can a big Expert step forward and explain!?】
— 【Does dry thunder often occur in mountainous areas?】
— 【I just knew my Brother Su wasn't an ordinary person... It must be some Golden Core stage immortal coming to pick up Brother Su, right?】
— 【Is it possible... Brother Su "sinned" too much, and a dry thunderbolt wiped him out of existence!?】
Tens of millions of fans and netizens in the livestream room exclaimed.
A never-before-seen heavenly phenomenon actually appeared at the funeral, by coincidence!
Everyone present secretly speculated in their hearts... Could it be because they dug up the ancestors' tomb, and the ancestors are angry?
Is it possible... it's because a grand funeral was held for Su Yun at the Emperor's Tomb!?
The dry thunder was too immense... So much so that the thunder's roar covered the sound of the Chinese Oboe's 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'...
Everyone, one after another, looked up.
Just as they thought it would rain, that there might be some weather change... that cloud layer where the dry thunder flashed gradually tore open a gap...
A bright full moon broke free from the clouds... like a bright lamp!
Illuminating all the surrounding mountains for thousands of miles... Old Hu's Gang's faces were tense, their whole bodies straining.
"Dry thunder, full moon..."
"Old Hu..."
Crash... Before everyone could finish speaking.
In the forest, streaks of eerie green beast eyes appeared before everyone!
A lion and a tiger walked at the front of the beast pack... And above the forest.
Dense flocks of birds scattered and circled!
Groups of black crows flew across the sky... Old Hu's face was grim: "This is bad... It might be that we've provoked the ancestors' wrath!"
"Everyone, quickly kneel!"
They, people of the jianghu, are quite superstitious about some things.
Old Hu led the way, and the rest of his gang quickly knelt to the ground.
The Steel Regiment soldiers, the Police Bureau, the Archaeology Experts... These official personnel looked at the reappearing beast pack with blank faces.
Zheng Jianfeng blinked.
He could tell that the leading lion and tiger were the parents of the Little fellow Chang Wei.
But... why did they descend the mountain so abruptly in the early morning!?
And that dry thunder... this suddenly appearing bright full moon... Zheng Jianfeng's face darkened: "Secure the scene!"
"Quickly go invite a meteorological Expert!"