Half a Song of Opera Vocals Astounds the Red Dust
As these words came out, the gazes of most of the guests present all looked towards the red figure at the back of the crowd.
Li Hanxiang stroked his beard in the crowd, squinting and smiling as he looked at Chen Ling. This reminded Chen Ling of when he was a child going home for the New Year to visit relatives, and while eating, being called to stand up and give a Performance for the relatives. He said these words entirely with the posture of a senior.
If one didn't know better, they would have thought he really was his elder, kindly giving him a chance to show off.
In the crowd, Huang Suyue's gaze towards Li Hanxiang grew increasingly icy.
"Miss, this is trouble." Uncle Quan furrowed his brows deeply, "With this one sentence, he's drawn everyone's attention to Special Envoy Lord... Special Envoy Lord is here to investigate, how would he know how to Sing opera?"
"He's courting death!"
Huang Suyue snorted coldly, just as she was about to speak and figure out a way to get Chen Ling out of this predicament, Chen Ling smiled faintly.
"Alright." Chen Ling held his Oiled Paper Umbrella in the rain, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling up, "Since that's the case... then I'll Sing a Play."
Kong Baosheng was also stunned. He subconsciously tugged the corner of Chen Ling's clothes, whispering, "Mister, that Old Fella is looking for a chance to humiliate you in public... You absolutely cannot go."
Chen Ling didn't speak, just smiled at him silently, then held his Oiled Paper Umbrella and unhurriedly walked towards the Stage.
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Rumble—
Amidst the ink-like clouds, bursts of startling thunder sounded, as if the wrath of the gods was about to descend upon the mortal realm.
Urgent raindrops hit the white canopy. Police Bureau Chief Wang Jincheng stood at the edge of the rain curtain, a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, looking up at the darkly clouded sky, his eyes slightly narrowing:
"[Floating Life Painting] is here... This time, none of you even think about escaping."
He forcefully crushed the burnt-out cigarette under his foot and walked straight towards the direction of the venue.
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Mu Chunsheng's private residence.
The dark red radiance gradually grew brilliant, completely enveloping the old man in the wheelchair within it. Like a writhing fleshy ball of blood, bursts of agonized screams transmitted from it, as if undergoing the cruel torture of being skinned and de-boned.
Zhong Qi stood by the door watching this scene, his brows twisted into a deep furrow, his gaze looking at Mu Chunsheng who was swallowed by the fleshy ball, nervous and uneasy.
Six Claws slowly walked to the window, pulled aside a corner of the curtain, and glanced at the sky where dark clouds pressed down on the city.
"Damn it... they're about to make a move."
"It's going to be finished right away." Feijia said in a deep voice,
"Get ready first, be prepared to break out at any time."
...
In the corner of the room.
Inside the exquisite gift box plastered with the three words "Li Ruohong," a large-yield Explosive lay quietly in the darkness, like a fuse sufficient to detonate everything, silently ignited...
...
Tick tock—Tick tock—Tick tock—
In the rain, an Oiled Paper Umbrella silently passed through the crowd. All the guests unconsciously made way, watching that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly step onto the grand Stage.
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The ink-like clouds were like a great mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts. Even though it was still afternoon at this time, the surroundings were as dim as if night had fallen... The uneasiness and sense of oppression in everyone's hearts grew stronger and stronger.
And in this suffocating oppression, an extremely bright red figure stood firm amidst the wind and rain, like a touch of maddening and unyielding color in absolute oppression, like a ferocious beast gradually revealing its hideous fangs.
For some reason, everyone's attention was firmly attracted by that red figure... As if only by gazing at him could they not forget to breathe under this black sky.
Chen Ling tossed the Oiled Paper Umbrella Off Stage, just standing quietly in the rain, letting the rainwater soak the ends of his hair and his clothes.
In this world, there had never been a principle of Singing opera while holding an umbrella.
Seeing this scene, Li Hanxiang Off Stage frowned and snorted coldly, "Putting on an act..."
No one noticed Li Hanxiang's words, because at this moment everyone's gazes were gathered on the red figure On Stage. They saw Chen Ling slowly raise his palm in the rain, his lips parting slightly.
The next moment, melodious and extremely penetrating Opera Vocals echoed amidst the rain curtain!
"Outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, the wind and rain are fierce, where does a sorrowful cry break the silence."
"Through the curtain I only see a bridal sedan chair, presumably it's the newlyweds crossing the magpie bridge..."
The instant Chen Ling sang the first line, everyone in the venue shuddered slightly, as if electrocuted, abruptly jolting awake from the oppressive Bewilderment just now.
The melodious melody echoed in the rain. With every twist and turn of Chen Ling's tune, every word spat from his lips, an indescribable feeling rose from the heart. It was as if something melted in the heart, flowing numbly and tinglingly to their limbs.
Among the numerous guests present, hardly anyone understood opera, but as long as they had ears, they could hear that Chen Ling's Singing style was completely different from Li Hanxiang's Singing style. Whether it was the timbre, the tune, or the transitions between words, Chen Ling was more than enough to crush Li Hanxiang... The things the two sang were entirely worlds apart.
Laymen couldn't hear how great the difference in technique between the two was, only knowing that Chen Ling sang much better than Li Hanxiang, but to the ears of insiders, it was completely different.
At this moment, the disdain and mockery on Li Hanxiang's face gradually froze. He stared blankly at the red figure On Stage, Bewilderment and disbelief surfacing in his eyes.
"Impossible, how is this possible... How old is he? 'The Unicorn Purse'... How can he sing it like this?"
In the crowd, Kong Baosheng's mouth also unconsciously opened wide, almost enough to stuff a goose egg in. Although he was young, his horizons in terms of opera were extremely high. Even those Famous Actors who were immensely popular under his Grandmother back then might not have sung better than the current Chen Ling.
"Special Envoy Lord he... he actually really knows how to sing opera??" Uncle Quan was shocked.
No one would have thought that the Special Envoy who wore a golden mask half a year ago and stirred up the winds and clouds of the entire Main City with a wave of his hand actually possessed such a pinnacle level in the Theater Dao. Uncle Quan was also someone who had seen the world, but the moment Chen Ling opened his mouth, all the operas he had ever heard were eclipsed at this moment.
Uncle Quan turned his head to say something to Huang Suyue, but suddenly froze in place.
Beside him, that legendary heiress who dominated the business world at a young age stood there blankly like a sculpture, as if her soul had been snatched away. Her pupils only reflected the reflection of that red figure, completely oblivious to everything around her.
Without accompaniment, without backup dancers, that red figure stood isolated On Stage, gently flicking his red sleeves with the changes in tune. His movements and demeanor seemed to completely fuse with the Role in the play, sometimes sorrowful and wanting to weep, sometimes bleak and lonely...
His every movement, every frown and smile, seemed to have some kind of magic power, tugging at everyone's heartstrings.
At the same time.
Outside the manor, those listeners who had already finished "eavesdropping" on all the performances and were packing up to leave also unconsciously stopped their steps.
They suddenly looked back in the rain, listening to the melodious Opera Vocals coming from inside the manor, looking at each other in blank dismay.
"Who... is this?"