Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

On the day of the concert, due to the recent issue of live broadcast with the upper management Zhou Xuan.Apart from the bodyguards arranged by Wang Gan, Zhang Yang was not around.

The others didn't intend to follow along.

Although Xun Jia was not at ease to let Zhang Yang travel alone, after all, in his eyes, Zhang Yang was still the prisoner who was taken into custody.

Even if he was brought out, there was no reason for him to act outside alone.

Wang Gan and Mr. Tang didn't say anything, they just gave Zhang Yang a permission order.

Xun Jia, who was slightly dissatisfied with the permit, could only keep his mouth shut at this moment.

It's just that when Zhang Yang went to the concert by car, the flash of jealousy in his expression couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Zhang Yang didn't want to have too deep a conflict with this person on the surface.

Anyway, for those who followed Wang Gan and Mr. Tang, Zhang Yang still gave him some face.

The place where the concert was held was in a private estate.

It was the first time I came to the manor near the suburbs. After Zhang Yang got off the car, he froze in place, compared to the people around him dressed up to attend the concert.Just a simple black suit.

Zhang Yang's sudden appearance seemed a lot more eye-catching.

Many people secretly looked at this sudden young man. Even if they couldn't detect the identity of the other party from his attire, those who were able to attend the concert more or less had some background.

Even though he didn't know Zhang Yang's background, he still had a friendly smile on his face.

Following the flow of people, Zhang Yang took out the invitation letter, and Zhang Yang, led by the waiter, came to the manor's well-decorated concert hall.

At this time, the concert hall has already filled many people one after another.

I thought that this kind of private concert would not have too many guests, but when Zhang Yang walked in, he realized that the concert hall was not small, but it was also full of people.

Glancing around, most of the people were wearing bright and beautiful dresses.

There is no deep research on dresses and jewelry. Of course, Zhang Yang can't see the value of these people. He just vaguely noticed that some of the people who came to the concert looked pale, with faint eyebrows. There is a little black in the middle.

Generally speaking, when there is black and blue between the eyebrows, it proves that the person has lost a lot of luck and life, and the black misfortune can no longer be suppressed.

If there is a little red light in the blue and black, then what follows immediately is probably a bloody disaster.

There were not a few people with bloody disasters on their foreheads. Zhang Yang frowned and sized up most of the guests in the concert hall.

If this happens to only one or two people, maybe those people are out of luck.But if at the same concert, such people appear one after another.

This made Zhang Yang couldn't help thinking of the tasks sent by the system before.

"I don't know what this gentleman's name is?"

Squinting his eyes, seeing that the concert would not start for a while, Zhang Yang also walked around with the people who greeted each other, and did not sit down immediately.

He picked a man with a slightly kind face, and the fortune and life on the forehead of this man seemed to have a faint golden light.

This is a person who has accumulated yin virtue and has merit to protect the body.

Such people tend to have a gentle personality and will not take too much effort to communicate.

"My surname is Fei."

Sure enough, with a gentle smile on his face, this person responded to Zhang Yang's words.

After briefly exchanging names, Zhang Yang took his own invitation letter and knew that he was different from these people who had experienced Vanity Fair, so if he wanted to talk in such a place.I'm afraid that seven or eight out of ten will not succeed.

Without hiding anything, Zhang Yang asked out the confusion in his heart.

The person known as Mr. Fei smiled, but he didn't dislike Zhang Yang, a straightforward and straightforward person.

"A small number of people in this concert have been invited many times. Although I don't know the pianist's criteria for inviting guests, most of these people who have been invited many times should be his friends."

"Like Mr. Zhang, it's my first time here. I just know a lot of people, so I just learned some information."

Zhang Yang suddenly nodded: "Do concerts like this happen often? To be honest, I want to come and attend more times."

"Occasionally, I also want to feel the influence of art."

Mr. Fei smiled and shook his head: "It probably depends on your mood, but sometimes, the concerts held by this Mr. Musician will be more frequent. But there will also be a behavior of not inviting guests for a year or two. .”

"It's just that recently... there have been many concerts held in various places."

When the man spoke, there seemed to be some incomplete meaning.

Zhang Yang was silent for a while, then smiled and thanked the people in front of him.

Just like what he had asked Mr. Fei just now, those people whose foreheads were blackened and even stained with blood were almost all guests who had been to concerts many times after being invited.

This is definitely not a surprise!
Zhang Yang found a corner and sat down alone, looked up at the crowd coming and going, and frowned fiercely.

After the concert started, this was the first time he met the legendary musician.

Consistent with the information I got from Wang Gan before, this person looks very thin, compared to the photo, he looks at least half thinner.

Even when standing next to the piano in a well-fitting suit, it always makes people feel that a gust of wind can make the person in front of them fall down.

I don't know if he had put on makeup before the performance, Zhang Yang always felt that the musician's face was abnormally white, and there seemed to be a little black and blue under the eyelids, which always gave people a gloomy and listless illusion.

This kind of temperament is obviously abnormal for a well-known musician, but Zhang Yang looked around, and it seemed that he was the only one who noticed this.

Others don't think there's anything wrong with the musicians sitting on stage.

Zhang Yang clenched his fists subconsciously, listening to the soothing music, when gradually flowing out from this person's fingertips, a viscous malice that was too viscous to be concealed also began to slowly dissipate from around the concert hall. go.

Almost subconsciously shaking, Zhang Yang tightened his clothes tightly, and before he could make another move, he felt that someone reached out to carry him on his shoulders.

In such a quiet and treacherous atmosphere, Zhang Yang was so startled that he almost screamed at the sudden outstretched hand, but luckily he covered his mouth in time.To avoid attracting the attention of others.