Yunyi Zhehuan

Most of the spectators at the concert have been evacuated, and a cordon has been set up outside the stadium. Most of the injured due to the stampede have been taken away by ambulances from various hospitals. Police and volunteers are on site to maintain order.

Ji Yang threw himself out of the car, turned over the security guards and headed straight towards the stage. He was so fast that no one could stop him for a while.

The infield was in a mess, and firefighters had put out the flames.The entire stage was burned into ruins, and the scorched crystal piano was silent like a miserable monster skeleton dormant in the ashes.

"Zhe Huan?" Ji Yang called softly.

He should have thought that the field energy received at the concert was too great, and Zhe Huan's body couldn't bear it, but what about the soul?That guy's body is just a container, but his soul can come and go freely, why doesn't Zhe Huan show up when everyone else comes.

"Sorry, I'm late. Zhe Huan, don't be angry." Licking his lips, Ji Yang looked around anxiously, he couldn't sense Zhe Huan's presence.

A major accident just happened, and then the field energy in the entire space is strangely almost left. "Zhe Huan? Zhe Huan!" He finally shouted Zhe Huan's name in a panic and rushed onto the wet stage until the firemen ran over and pulled him away.

"Who told you to approach, this place may collapse at any time, leave quickly! Find someone to ask the police. The corpses on the stage have already been taken to the funeral parlor."

The commotion attracted the attention of the media who sneaked in. Seeing that it was Ji Yang, the reporter rushed over with a recording pen and mobile phone.

"Ji Yang, you have such a good relationship, why are you here now? Do you have anything to say about Zhe Huan's death? I heard from fans that the stage was on fire and Zhe Huan was still playing. Does he have the spirit or psychology? Obstacles in terms of—"

"Sorry! Zhe Huan's life and death are still uncertain, please don't hear rumors. Ji Yang can't accept any interviews now. Please let me go!" Feng Ting, who arrived afterward, stopped the chattering reporters and asked her bodyguards to protect Ji Yang from the fire scene.

Seeing that Ji Yang could not be interviewed, the reporter did not give up, and instead focused on the policeman who came with Feng Ting: "Officer Li, have you found out the cause of the fire? Some survivors said that all the escape doors were locked at that time. Could you please explain?"

The police frowned, they were short-staffed, and all kinds of ghosts and monsters could sneak in.If something happens again, he will be held responsible.But the media cannot be offended, he can only take a deep breath, suppress his anger and patiently answer: "Comrade reporter, please investigate whether what you know is true before asking questions! Due to psychological factors, we will conduct a press conference after a thorough investigation of the specific situation, and you can ask questions until then! Then whoever, take this reporter out. There are still hidden dangers at the scene, please leave immediately !"

Hearing this conversation by accident, when Ji Yang reacted, his whole body turned cold.

The song he listened to that day echoed in his mind, and the negative field in front of his eyes brought him back to the burning moment.

The continuous and intense positive energy enveloped Zhe Huan. He is the god on the stage, controlling the audience's emotions.

The black cracks quietly covered his wrists, neck, and face like living branches.

At the end of the song, the spotlights on top of "Bang Bang Bang" broke one after another, sparks and debris fell one after another.The curtain and background were lit, and a little light turned into a raging fire in the blink of an eye.

There was chaos in the auditorium, and the crowd screamed and crowded towards the emergency exit.

Unlike the panicked crowd, Zhe Huan was still playing the piano on the stage that had turned into a sea of ​​flames, concentrating on it, as if he could not notice the burning of the flames.

The people who ran in the front found that they couldn't push the safety gate no matter what.

"The safe passage is locked!" "Don't squeeze, this side can't be opened." "The door of No. [-] area can't be opened, turn back!" The crowd swarming to escape is like a pot of porridge that has been stirred up indiscriminately, drifting with the flow and being pushed down , tripped, and couldn't stop stepping on the fallen people, and gradually suffocated to death in the crowd.

Those who tried to call the police also found that the signal was interrupted and they could not get in touch with the outside world.

The breath of death filled the entire venue.

The strange thing is that the sound of the piano became extremely clear in everyone's mind, from melodious and gentle to urgent and gloomy, like a death aria that urges them to death, accurately capturing their fear, despair, sadness, anger, regret and other negative emotions.

Dazzling white and thick black collided with each other, but were forcibly twisted into a tornado by Zhe Huan's spell.

The wind with flames roared, howled, and spun at extreme speed, tearing a gap in the peacock-blue night sky.

Leaving his body engulfed in flames, Zhe Huan disappeared into the distorted space with the powerful force caused by the collision of field energy.

Before it was too late to perceive, the tears had already broken through the shackles of consciousness, rolling down drop by drop, overflowing.It seems that this can extinguish the sudden fire.

Zhe Huan is a demon.

Feng Ting handed him a tissue: "If you want to cry, you can stay in the car. There must be media and other family members of the victims at the entrance of the funeral home later. You can't lose your composure."

"Have Zhe Huan's body been found?" Ji Yang bit his index finger knuckle, his voice choked up.

Feng Ting nodded silently.Officer Li had told her all about the situation just now, and she couldn't believe that Zhe Huan, who had a bad face, a bad temper, willful but unbelievably handsome, would go away so suddenly.

Zhe Huan did not have any relatives in his identity records, and his company was responsible for the posthumous affairs, and his glasses were taken to the police station for review.As another major shareholder of Qianfeng Studio, Ji Yang can claim it directly and decide how to deal with the corpse.

"Mr. Ji, you sign, and we will be responsible for the cremation."

"Let me take a look at him."

"Are you sure?" the staff hesitated, "Mr. Zhe Huan's body is so carbonized that it can't be seen at all."

Ji Yang nodded, expressing his understanding, and lifted the white cloth in front of him with his own hands. Underneath was a corpse that had been burned so badly that he could barely distinguish its human form.

Feng Ting, who caught a glimpse from a distance, retched and ran out.

Facing this scorched black corpse, Ji Yang's mind went blank. If Ji Yang's accidental death made him fearful and regretful, Zhe Huan's death made him more sad than heartbroken.

Zhe Huan abandoned this body and him.Go to another space that is too far away to find.

All the illusions left by that piece of music were real.

Recalling that when he left Jiuyuan in a hurry, Chu Chongqiao asked him to remember the responsibility of heaven, the retribution of good and evil, and follow him like a shadow, and never forget the original heart of the child.

He didn't dare to forget, but he couldn't resist Zhe Huan's temptation, indulged in illusory appearance, and depraved sweet talk.Zhe Huan used a big fire to burn the tenderness between the two of them to ashes, and this fire also burned his increasingly complacent heart.

Someone said: "Go into the source of evil, there is nothing there."

Rather than saying that Zhe Huan is a devil, it is better to say that the real culprit is the one who allows the devil to act recklessly in the ordinary human world.

But in the relationship between the two, the person who is hypocritical is not Zhe Huan, but him.He has never entered and is afraid of entering the world of love.

Maybe without so many abilities, there wouldn't be too many desires.He and Zhehuan should just be ordinary friends admiring each other, just like the one they saw through the observation window of the recording studio that day.