Chapter 778 The Chinese Horror of "Hundred Ghosts in the Night"
The golden hall was completely silent. The audience seemed to be nailed to their chairs, and no one dared to move.
Although "The Black Man Carrying the Coffin" is quite earthly, it is at least quite earthly.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" looks like the underworld!
The audience remained motionless, their mouths tightly closed, for fear of being stared at by something evil.
The music officially started, first with a fast-paced Allegro, which became faster and faster, and then there was a bang.
The audience’s scalps were blown, and they always felt that something strange was going to come out.
The drum set is clanging and the rhythm is fast, which actually sounds quite festive.
The video on the big screen finally moved. Some timid viewers squinted at the screen, planning to close it as soon as something went wrong.
No one appeared in the picture, but red cloth. The foreigners breathed a sigh of relief. They were not afraid of no one.
The Chinese audience's hearts were in their throats. The less people there were, the more frightened they became. Red cloth, holy shit, it's fucked up!
At this time Xu Nuo finally moved on the stage. He held up the suona and took a deep breath.
The red and green lights on the stage were a little dim. They only saw Xu Nuo raising his suona, but could not see his expression clearly.
But this scene looked so hellish that the audience was numb.
“Dudududu~dudu~dududududu~”
The sound of the suona was so loud that seven people blew the suona, overwhelming the sound of the entire symphony orchestra.
Only the loud sound of suona was left in the golden hall.
As soon as the suona sounded, everyone's minds went blank and they got goosebumps.
Only the sound of suona was left in their minds.
The picture on the big screen changed, as if a gust of wind blew by, and the red curtain began to move.
The audience gasped and subconsciously began to shrink, as if this would make them safer.
The Chinese audience was both scared and excited. They opened one eye and looked at the big screen, wanting to see what was going on.
On the stage, Xu Nuo played the suona with all his strength, "Dudududu~"
There was no one on the big screen. Amidst the sound of the suona, the video slowly rotated, and the audience was excited. got up.
Two long and one short candles swayed in the wind, as if they would be extinguished at any time.
A pile of burning paper money with no one around.
A pair of embroidered shoes lie quietly on the ground.
The audience let out a suppressed exclamation.
There is obviously nothing, no people, no monsters, but it just feels cold.
The cold air spreads upward from the soles of the feet, to the tailbone, to the spine, and then straight to the Tianling Gai.
The audience's scalps were numb and their whole bodies were frozen in their seats.
Don’t dare to move, it’s too scary.
Obviously it is a high-end symphony concert, but I always feel like I will be sent away soon.
Originally some of the more naughty Chinese audiences were going to lie down and listen.
As for suona, it seems disrespectful to listen standing up. They have to lie down and listen, but they are afraid of being sent away.
This thing is so evil.
There is no one in the video, there is only wind, candlelight, smoke, red cloth and embroidered shoes.
Call it scary, there is nothing there, call it not scary, it’s so scary.
Xiao Li glanced at Antonio and saw that he was motionless, so he reached out and poked him out of curiosity.
Antonio jumped up and opened his mouth to shout for help.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Xiao Li covered his mouth.
At first he thought this guy was not afraid, so he listened with his eyes closed for a long time.
The audience at the scene were like frightened quails, huddled in their chairs and motionless, looking around warily.
It is said that a hundred ghosts walk in the night, but there is not a single ghost on the big screen. There are only empty rooms and red curtains fluttering in the wind.
But this is even more terrifying.
The sound of the suona is still whining, and there is no one on the screen, but all the information is wildly suggesting that there is someone there.
There are many people, and a hundred ghosts walk at night.
However, it is not on the screen. Where is the Hundred Ghost Night Walk?
Western horror is that ten people go in and only one comes out.
Chinese horror is that ten people go in and eleven people come out.
The audience felt chills in their hearts, they couldn't be here right?
More than one person has this idea. Although foreigners are careless and fearless, they are also afraid of evil things.
Human beings have an innate fear of the unknown.
The audience tensed up and looked around secretly from the corner of their eyes, ready to run away if something went wrong.
On the stage, Xu Nuo led the suona players to play toot, the drum set was still thumping, and even the lights returned to normal.
The red and green lights turned into warm yellow lights, even brighter than before
On the big screen, the red curtains fluttering in the wind stopped moving, and the candles burned quietly.
It is as if everything the audience just saw was an illusion, or a dream.
However, the more this happened, the more terrifying everyone felt. The hairs on their hair stood up, and waves of cold air rushed into their minds.
The promised suona is still full of power, and the drums are pounding in harmony.
The rhythm was upbeat, but the audience expressed fear. The upbeat the music, the more frightened they became.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, the last sound of the suona disappeared, and "Hundred Ghosts Night Journey" also officially ended.
All the lights in the golden hall were turned on, but the bright lights could not dispel the chill in the audience.
The seats were packed with more than 2,000 spectators, and the performance team of more than 100 people was very crowded.
When people are scared, they will subconsciously look for places with a lot of people. It costs more than two thousand here. Obviously everyone should feel safe, but everyone is still very scared. This is the charm of music. Music can immerse the audience into emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, joy and fear.
The performance was over, and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Xu Nuo takes a look, good guy, are you so disrespectful?
Without saying anything, he picked up the suona and muttered it twice.
The audience was in an uproar, like a pot of boiling water.
Some people were shouting, some were applauding, and some were trembling.
Xu Nuo beeped again, and the audience finally came to their senses.
Sparse applause rang out, and then the applause began to spread.
The Liu Shen Wuzhu audience seemed to be grasping at straws and applauded along with them.
The loud applause should be able to scare away those evil things, right? Like firecrackers?
Soon the applause became more and more enthusiastic, and the waves of overwhelming applause came one after another.
The applause was also mixed with various shouts.
“Awesome!”
“Hahaha, good job, you should be rewarded!”
“I’m not afraid! I...have never seen anything like this before!”< br>
These shouts were loud, as if they were afraid that something would not be heard.
But listen carefully, it seems that the voice is a little trembling again.
Many viewers are still standing on edge and have goosebumps that refuse to go away.
They had never seen this scene before, they were so frightened and panicked.
There are three songs in the encore, the first two are okay, the black people carry the coffin to the underworld, but it is not scary at least, the second song is even better, the music is good, and I let them play together.
It was this third song "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" that left a huge psychological shadow on them.
Xu Nuo picked up the microphone and the audience trembled.
Are you going to say something scary again?
"Okay, the performance is over. Please take your belongings and garbage and leave."
This is normal. After the third return, the performance will be official. At the end, no matter which band performs, they will not return more than three times.
The audience breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Nuo spoke again, "Go home and be safe."
Audience:? ? ?
Many people took a breath of cold air, and the temperature in the hall dropped rapidly.
It is obviously a normal statement, but why does it sound so scary at this time?
Xunuo smiled, bowed with the symphony orchestra, and left without looking back.
Leaving a group of stunned spectators.
Xu Nuo ran away, and the band followed suit, leaving behind a group of spectators who applauded and cheered him up.
"That..."
"Would you like to go together..."
Antonio and Xiao Li spoke at the same time.
“Okay!”
The two said in unison.
The applause in the golden hall died down, and most of the more than 2,000 spectators did not move.
"Brother, let's go together. I'm not afraid, I just think you are a good person."
"That's right, I'm not afraid either. I feel friendly as soon as I see you."
The audience, who were strangers to each other, began to make friends on the spot.
They recalled the "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" just now, and felt that this thing was too underworld. Others were down-to-earth, but they were down-to-earth.
Soon, the audience spontaneously formed teams in twos and threes. They put aside gender differences and abandoned racial and cultural barriers. They only had one requirement for forming a team, which was to be lively and warm.
Xu Nuo had already run away, but was blocked by reporters at the door.
Journalists from all over the world are here, especially from China.
Flashbulbs crackled and reporters scrambled.
"If it's a perfect score of ten, how would you rate this performance?"
The first question is very direct, asking Xu Nuo to rate himself.
Xu Nuo thought for a moment, "Eight points, be conservative."
Reporters: How conservative is this?
"You tried to let the audience participate in the performance today, breaking the iron law that symphony audiences cannot applaud. What did you think about it?"
It seems that although the reporters did not watch the performance, they I also roughly know what happened inside, and the questions asked are very stupid.
To say it is an iron law means that no one has ever broken it. Now if I dare to break it, I will face only two situations: being praised as a god, or being trampled into a dog.
At this time, other masters also came out. Xu Nuo glanced at it from the corner of his eye and simply threw the question to the masters behind him, "I think Master Blanc should answer it. After all, he is me. Dear senior.”
The reporters rushed forward and put the microphone to Blanc's mouth.
When Blanc heard this, he thought, good guy, someone is secretly praising him behind his back, so he needs to answer.
“This is an innovation. This form will affect the future development direction of the symphony. This is a great attempt.”
Blanc spoke highly of it.
Jefferson continued: "I'm going to try to be an audience member next time, that's cool."
The masters spoke one after another and transformed into Xu Chui.
The microphone returned to Xu Nuo's hand, and Xu Nuo said faintly: "Actually, I didn't think much about it. I just saw that they were sitting so comfortably, which made me very unconvinced. Why should I stand while they are sitting? ”
Master:? ? ?
Reporters:...
Audiences:? ? !
(End of this chapter)