Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

Xu Qing couldn't shout it out.

He just opened his mouth.

He only got halfway through that bowing motion that was supposed to break his back.

stopped.

On the previously lifeless stage, Zhang Tiedan, a fat man weighing 300 pounds, suddenly moved.

He held the two drumsticks above his head.

There were no fancy moves either.

Just smash it.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Three sharp, heavy blows in quick succession.

These three drumbeats were not as dull as before.

The pace is so fast it's unsettling.

Followed by.

Wang Dazhu, who had been holding his breath the whole time, suddenly widened his eyes wide.

He puffed out his cheeks like a toad.

The suona, which everyone looked down upon, was now being held high by him.

Facing the pale white spotlight overhead.

The whistle has sounded.

Tick-tock—!

The sound sent a shiver down the spines of hundreds of people present.

It's too sharp.

It's too penetrating.

No instrument can drown out the sound of this thing.

Pianos and drum sets are useless against this thing.

The sound of the suona signifies either ascension to heaven or the wedding ceremony.

The air in the entire studio was torn apart by this domineering voice.

The eerie and terrifying atmosphere was forcibly dispelled by the high-pitched suona sound.

Instead, there was an almost frenzied excitement.

Overjoyed.

Great sorrow.

Two extreme emotions mingled together, forming a tangled mess that was then stuffed into the audience's minds.

Xu Qing stood in the center of the stage.

He slowly straightened up.

His eyes changed.

The deathly emptiness that had just been there had vanished.

His pupils contracted slightly.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The system interface flashed in his mind.

[God-tier skill: Voice imitation (female voice) has been loaded.]

A strange heat enveloped his vocal cords.

Xu Qing turned her head slightly to the side.

Speaking into the microphone.

He didn't open his mouth wide as usual.

She only slightly opened and closed her lips.

"He smiled and placed the red veil over her head..."

This sentence came out.

The whole place erupted.

The long-haired judge sitting on the far right of the judging panel seemed to have a spring in his butt, as he bounced up.

He looked around in alarm.

"Who?"

Who's singing?

It wasn't just him.

Of the 500 audience members present, aside from a few who were terrified, the rest were searching for the source of the sound.

That was a woman's voice.

And it's not an ordinary female voice.

That was standard Peking Opera singing.

High-pitched.

Poignant.

It is both thin and sharp.

It carries a sense of the worldliness and melancholy of the old-time "Dan" role.

The sound hovered above the studio, drilling into everyone's ear canals.

The half-banner in the skin-peeling king's hand fell completely.

He gripped the arm of the younger brother next to him, trembling.

"I've seen...I've seen a ghost!"

"There are only four grown men on this stage, where did this woman's voice come from?"

The younger brother's face turned pale as he pointed at the stage.

"Big...Big Brother..."

"Look closely at Xu Qing's mouth."

Skinner Wang mustered his courage and looked over.

A close-up shot of Xu Qing was shown on the big screen.

Xu Qing's expression was indifferent.

But his lips were indeed moving.

The position of the Adam's apple is also undergoing subtle changes.

"To cover up the gray hair..."

It's another line from a traditional opera.

This time the pitch was raised even higher.

It's exactly the kind of "ee-ee-ya-ya" tune that a female opera singer would sing on stage.

But Xu Qing's rendition has a different feel to it.

It doesn't have that artificial, powdery smell.

It's all blood and tears.

Peeling King, take a closer look.

It really was sung by Xu Qing.

This tall, aloof man, over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white shirt, had a cold and aloof appearance.

It's amazing that it can make such a sound.

"Holy crap..."

The skin-peeling king cursed.

But he didn't know what to say.

This stark contrast between sight and sound turned his brain into mush.

Is this even human?

One person playing two roles?

This is absolutely insane!

Backstage control room.

Director Wang Gang was sitting in a chair drinking tea to calm his nerves.

As he uttered that operatic shout, he sprayed a mouthful of hot tea all over the monitor screen.

"Holy crap!"

Wang Gang didn't even bother to wipe the screen.

He rushed straight to the mixing console.

The technician in charge of recording was also terrified; his hands were trembling as he placed them on the microphone.

Wang Gang pushed his master away.

"Push it up!"

"Push it all the way up!"

Give it enough reverb!

"This is fucking a legendary moment! In my twenty years of making TV shows, I've never seen such a bizarre voice!"

Wang Gang shouted until his voice cracked.

He understands it all too well.

This is not a display of skill at all.

This is art.

This operatic singing style is full of stories.

If the sound isn't picked up properly, it would be a complete waste.

The servers for the live stream were already famous.

The technicians were frantically typing on their keyboards nearby.

"Director! I can't take it anymore!"

"Too many comments! The server is going to crash!"

The image is not visible on the screen at all.

It was filled with densely packed characters.

【？？？？？？？】

My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream.

[That voice came from Xu Qing? Don't try to fool me, I'm not very educated!]

[The contrast is too much! Just a moment ago she was a deep-voiced voice, and now she's transformed into a delicate flower?]

I got goosebumps all over. I wanted to call my grandma and ask her if this was how she felt when she listened to opera back then.

[This is so despairing... These are supposed to be joyous words, so why do I hear a sense of death in them?]

This isn't a wedding; it's a separation between life and death!

Side view of the stage.

Zhang Ye and his so-called "dream team" were completely dumbfounded.

That rapper named Li Xiu usually doesn't respect anyone in the underground scene.

Right now, his mouth is wide open, big enough to fit a light bulb.

He had just mocked Wang Dazhu and his group for being country bumpkins.

Wang Dazhu's suona playing is giving him a headache.

Xu Qing's opera singing style taught him a lesson.

What is Flow?

What is Technique?

Compared to that eerie voice, his verbal skills were like children playing house.

"Brother Ye..."

Li Xiu tugged at Zhang Ye's sleeve.

"What's the point of even comparing these?"

"Isn't this like he's cheating?"

Zhang Ye remained silent.

He stared intently at Xu Qing on the stage.

Those eyes, painted with smoky makeup, were filled with fear.