The human world had entered summer.
It was seven in the evening, and the sky had not yet completely darkened.
Traces of residual heat lingered in the air.
Every household began to busy themselves with dinner, and restaurants were filled with people.
Office workers, students, freelancers…
In more upscale restaurants, there were even piano and violin performances.
At the ‘New Moon’ restaurant,
Deng Xiaoxiao arrived at the changing room at her scheduled work time, changed into her performance attire, and prepared her violin.
At seven-thirty,
She brought her instrument and came to the center of the hall.
And began tonight’s performance.
The violin rested on her shoulder, and she began to play.
The beautiful melody echoed through the hall.
There weren't many guests tonight, only three tables.
But each table was occupied by the wealthy and influential.
During her performance, another table of guests arrived.
A man and a woman, their smiles sweet, wearing the latest couple’s fashion.
Deng Xiaoxiao specifically played a piece that matched the atmosphere, melodious and pleasant.
But as she played,
She suddenly noticed that the couple was wearing headphones?
Deng Xiaoxiao found it strange and looked at the other guests.
She discovered that everyone had taken out their headphones.
“???”
What was going on?
Should she continue playing or not?
Her professionalism made her continue, but her suspicion grew.
And she felt an inexplicable sting.
—Had her violin skills become so unbearable?
Finally, it was time for the intermission.
She was about to report the situation to the manager.
As she reached the resting room door, she saw the manager at his workstation, looking down at something.
His body swayed from side to side.
His plump figure was quite amusing.
Deng Xiaoxiao: “…”
Was the manager slacking off? Was he really slacking off?
Deng Xiaoxiao did not go in to disturb him, but her confusion only deepened.
…
This confusion continued until after she finished work and opened her phone.
One trending topic after another popped up.
#Two Generations of Legends Jointly Hold a Concert!#
#In My Lifetime, Song Xianzhi and Zhang Ronghua Actually Sang Together!#
#Ju Wanwan Expresses Her Intention to Study Singing!#
…
“Ju Wanwan wants to study?!”
Deng Xiaoxiao was stunned, her expression subtle.
She didn’t know who Song Xianzhi and Zhang Ronghua were, but she knew Ju Wanwan.
At just over thirty, she already held the title of ‘Ceiling of Contemporary Singers.’
At fifteen, she created her first song, uploaded it online, and within a month, it topped all charts.
At eighteen, she participated in the ‘King of Singers’ competition, created three songs, and won the title.
The popularity of those three songs ranged from square dancing for the elderly to school break broadcasts for children.
Walking down the street, one could hear them a dozen times.
At twenty, she wrote a song for a movie, which boosted its box office by ten percent.
By now, she was a legendary figure among the younger generation.
Such a person was now saying she wanted to study singing!?
How could this not be astonishing?
If Ju Wanwan couldn't be considered accomplished, then wouldn't singers and stars below her be ashamed to show their faces?
Saying this would likely offend many people.
However, when Deng Xiaoxiao clicked on the page,
She found that the comments below were all supportive and comforting (ﾉ"◑◑)ﾉ"(｡•́︿•̀｡).
“Don’t be discouraged, Wanwan. Keep trying, you’re already amazing!”
“Yes, yes, those two legends are not even from your era.”
“No need to compare yourself to people from different eras. The most important thing is to surpass yourself!”
…
Deng Xiaoxiao: ???
What the heck?
She quickly scanned through. Besides Ju Wanwan, there were two other names that appeared frequently.
—Song Xianzhi, Zhang Ronghua.
Who were these two people?
Deng Xiaoxiao returned to the previous page and clicked on the first and second trending topics.
Oh, the ‘Underworld Healing Daily’ live stream.
That made sense.
She scrolled down further, “Huh? Junzixin and Dahongpao were their original songs?”
Junzixin, Dahongpao.
These seemed to be songs from her grandparents’ era, existing only on cassette tapes.
The reason she knew these songs was because there were covers of them a couple of years ago.
But they sounded mediocre.
Only the beginning had some rhythm, and after a month of popularity, they were buried at the bottom of playlists.
But seeing the unanimous praise below, Deng Xiaoxiao was confused.
“Is this the same song I heard?”
Perhaps the song title was just a coincidence?
She checked the time in the upper right corner. It was updated just at nine o'clock.
Doesn't that mean the live stream might still be ongoing?
With a swipe of her finger, she quickly entered the live stream.
The moment she entered, she was stunned by the grand scene.
What met her eyes was vast lotus ponds, with bustling ghosts floating above, spontaneously forming a circle.
And in the very center of the circle, there was a blooming giant lotus, thirty meters in diameter.
On the lotus,
Stood a man and a woman, dressed in exquisite clothing, appearing to be around forty to fifty years old.
Every movement they made exuded a certain grace.
This grace was not cultivated deliberately.
It was innate, refined over decades, even centuries.
…
In the comment section, viewers were ecstatic.
“Glad I didn’t miss it! My grandfather’s favorite singers were these two.”
“In my lifetime, I listened with my grandma, and she started crying.”
“Upstairs, maybe your grandma was scared…”
“The next song is probably the legendary Dahongpao. I heard the online covers, and they seemed ordinary.”
…
Looking at the number of viewers in the live stream, Deng Xiaoxiao suddenly understood.
So, when she was working, those guests were watching the underworld live stream!
The manager was probably watching this too!
While feeling relieved, she also became curious.
What kind of voices could make even Ju Wanwan feel inferior and decide to study?
The next moment, in the live stream—
Song Xianzhi began to sing:
“Hong~~ri~~chu~~sheng~~~~!”
The high note was breathtaking!
Deng Xiaoxiao shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body.
In that instant, she finally understood what was missing in the covers.
It was the same song.
But the difference was too vast.
Listening to Song Xianzhi’s voice, Deng Xiaoxiao truly felt the song’s essence.
Felt the power it contained!
The red sun rising.
A sun ascending, radiating golden light.
It was the power of nature, a power that humans could not resist!
Magnificent, inspiring awe.
Yet, it also gave strength!
…
“Breathtaking from the start! This is truly breathtaking!”
“I could listen to this for twenty years!”
“I’m crying, I want to record it, but I can’t!”
The viewers were in an uproar.
These voices were truly ‘heavenly sounds’!
Thinking that they wouldn’t be able to hear them again after tonight made the viewers even more distressed.
But it also made them cherish it more, listening while showering and using the restroom.
“You can always trust your parents’ taste!”
“My ears are pregnant,呜呜呜…”
…
…
As the viewers in the human world cried tears of joy (Ĭ^Ĭ).
At the concert venue.
Bull Head, the ghost messenger, looked around.
“Where is Jiang Wuchang?”
…