Super Male God System Chapter 72 - Dark Sound Spirit



At this moment, Chu Yunyi couldn't believe what he heard. He looked at the person in front of him blankly.

The person in front of him was in a black suit. He looked like a young master from a European family. His temperament was deep and cold. Most importantly, the eyes of the person in front of him were very different from his. His eyes are blue, like the most beautiful gem in the world but the pupils of the man in front of him are black, just like an abyss.

You... who are you?

Chu Yunyi's voice was a bit low and a crazy idea appeared in his mind, but he couldn't be sure.

Xiao Qingrong stood there and gave a mysterious smile.

Your music is gloomy, manic, and sullen, full of complaints about this world and unwillingness to your own life. I was born on the night when you created a piece to express your complaints and unwillingness

Everyone's world has two sides, one is pure and flawless, the other is dark and gloomy, and Xiao Qingrong is born from the suppressed and unexplainable violent mood of Chu Yunyi. It is because of this that he was given a pair of eyes like the dark abyss.

The drowsy Chu Yunyi's eyes fell on Xiao Qingrong's eyes, and after a long time, he seemed to be certain.

When he was seventeen years old, the music he wrote was brisk and full of expectations for all the good things in this world, so the sound spirit he called out was a teenager with a clear blue pupil. He liked to wear a white shirt and smiled like an angel. However now, the person standing in front of him who says he is his sound spirit is vastly different.

The black pupils seemed like it could pull people into the abyss in the next second, causing Chu Yunyi to sigh in his heart. He felt sorry for the person in front of him.

Even if he is full of complaints about life and is full of resentment about everything he has experienced, he hopes that his sound spirit is happy and full of dreams, because the existence of a sound spirit is to bring dreams to the listener and bring happiness to this world.

Do you have a name?

For ten years, he regained his own sound spirit, and Chu Yunyi was not happy, and even felt that it was a prank that God made on him, because such a sound spirit made Chu Yunyi feel that he should not have it.

Music was supposed to bring happiness and comfort to everyone, but did the sound spirit born in his dark times is also like this so how could he make people happy?

Xiao Qingrong.

Giving his own name, Xiao Qingrong reached out and a bright red rose flower suddenly bloomed on his hand, and the petals bloomed slowly. Then, he handed it towards Chu Yunyi.

Chu Yunyi was a bit unclear. So he reached out to touch the rose, but next second, the thorn under the rose touched his finger. The pain caused him to retract his hand, and it was a little aggressive.

Hiss......

Chu Yunyi squeezed his fingers and found that his fingers were still intact, but the pain was real. The mood Chu Yunyi felt for the person in front him was particularly complicated. The sound spirit in front of him must have a high level because the things that he made caused him to feel real pain. For a sound spirit to be able to do this, they must at least be level eight or more.

A newly born sound spirit has such a high grade, which makes Chu Yunyi happy and overwhelmed.

You're hurt, it proves that you still care about these things. Chu Yunyi, do you want to make everyone fall in love with your music? Addicted to your music?

Xiao Qingrong feels that Chu Yunyi in front of him is really talented. The way he plays the piano is different from himself. Playing the piano by himself is just like performing a trick, but Chu Yunyi is different. The piano he plays is full of self-feeling. After the sound is magnified, it is even more irresistible. Although this kind of music gives a dark and gloomy feeling, it is not undesirable.

Upon hearing Xiao Qingrong's words, Chu Yunyi's eyes flashed for a moment, but then went out, and he revealed a bitter smile. He looked at his own hands, those white and slender, it was more suitable than anyone's hands to play the piano.

I haven't written music for a long time... I can't write that happy music, and there is only endless torture and sadness. How can people like me make people like my music?

Nowadays, the music scene is gentle and soothing, or is full of beautiful songs. These songs can positively affect the audience. After the audience listens to the music, they can be soothed and it will help upgrade their power. Moreover, even the heavenly king can benefit from listening to the music. Huo Tiancheng is a superstar because his song tracks can soothe, relieve, and help many people become stronger.

Those gloomy, sad, and even unsettled tunes are simply not suitable for survival in the current music scene.

Since the events of that year, Chu Yunyi has long been unable to write songs. The songs he wrote were dark and sad, full of complaints against this world, full of his own anxiety, and full of confrontation and struggle against this world.

Like a bird trapped in a cage, trying to break free of everything, it is like waiting for the dawn in the night, trying to catch the sun before dawn...

This kind of music is destined not to be mainstream music, and it won't make people like it. It may even cause a sudden change in abilities, so Chu Yunyi knows that his music career has come to an end.

Having perceived Chu Yunyi's sadness, Xiao Qingrong held his hand, and the rose in the palm of his hand turned into a petal, and then, on Chu Yunyi's palm, a rose suddenly appeared and gradually bloomed in an instant, causing Chu Yunyi to not dare to move. Although he knew that all these were illusions, Chu Yunyi was still reluctant to look away from the rose in his palm.

What about me? I was born from these songs full of hatred and sadness. I sense your anger and ambition, and understand your ambition and sorrow. My appearance is to make you the only person in the world who can grieve others. Your music isn't to impress others. When you are happy, make everyone else be happy with you. When you are sad, make everyone cry from your music. Don't you want to have this feeling?|

Xiao Qingrong's gaze was directed at Chu Yunyi. At the moment, his voice was full of temptation, just like a demon, trying to pull Chu Yunyi into the darkness.

Chu Yunyi also looked at his own sound spirit. After a lapse of ten years, the newly born sound spirit, his own... the second sound spirit.

Yeah, even if he wanted to give up all of this, he wouldn't be able to. Will the sound spirit in front of him be willing?

The reason sound spirits are born is because of the love that the spirit has for its owner's music. The existence of a sound spirit is to allow more people to know the charm of these music...

If you don't let a sound spirit exert its own power, what use is it for its master?

Will I be ok?

The question is full of unease. It has been ten years since Chu Yunyi gave up his dream. Even if he has written numerous tunes, he has not been able to stand on the stage again. Now, looking at the eyes of the sound spirit, ot caused Chu Yunyi to be full of doubts about himself.

You can, as long as you want, I can always create the most magnificent illusion for you, no one can escape my illusion.

Music is full of emotions, and the illusion is also the same. The illusions created by the sound spirit are complementary to the music, and it can make it easier for the listener to integrate into the tune. Everything he's doing now is just a breeze for him.

In the end, Chu Yunyi was also understood, nodded, and indicated that he would work hard.

Xiao Qingrong then stood beside Chu Yunyi, watching Chu Yunyi write the tunes. He is a very talented musician. Even if he has not appeared on the stage in the past ten years, but for the sake of Xiao Qingrong, Chu Yunyi planned to write new songs. In order to match his sound spirit, he hoped that he could write the best works.

Xiao Qingrong finally started to let Chu Yunyi take the first step to return to the throne.

In the seven-star hotel here in Guangyang, Huo Tiancheng looked anxiously at the nearly invisible sound spirit.

In front of Huo Tiancheng, there was a man wearing a white shirt. He only wore a shirt and the bare white legs below were so dazzling and see through. He had delicate long hair and his hair was tied up, exposing the delicate eyebrows. He was just sitting on an illusionary swing and he was kicking his legs, letting people see that his mood does not seem very good.

What's wrong? You don't like the new music? If you don't like it, we can change it. We can find a better composer. Don't be so unhappy

Huo Tiancheng said patiently. He has been like this with the person in front of him for ten years. He has been with the sound spirit in front of him for ten years. However, the other party still does not allow himself to call his name. Although Huo Tiancheng is unhappy, the other party's ability is too strong. Huo Tiancheng doesn't like music, but the feeling of being sought after by everyone on the stage is not something he can give up so he can't lose the sound spirit. If he loses the sound spirit, his title as a superstar will die out.

The sound spirit on the swing, after hearing Huo Tiancheng's voice, slowly raised his head and glanced at the other party.

You're so annoying, can you get out?