Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 229: Puppet Banquet Act 1 - Rehabilitation

Tick, tick—

Xiangzi moved his butt slightly to let Yili walk past him, and he also put down his crossed legs. Yili sat obediently in the seat between him and Xiangzi - after all, it was an internal invitation, so of course the seat was a premium seat with a consecutive number and in the front row.

The curtain on the stage was drawn tightly, the lights on the stage were dim, and the audience was crowded. The audience seats of nearly 5,000 people were packed, but they were shocked by the quiet, sacred and even solemn theater and were almost silent.

"What did Chuhua say?" Baihe Sanhui leaned close to Yili's ear and asked in a low voice. The refreshing scent of mint mouthwash stimulated Yili's face and made him blush a little, but because the light was dim, no one cared.

"Ms. Sanjiao Chuhua...seems to want me to live with them...Doctor, are you really not going to sell the younger one?"

Xiangzi chewed a mouthful of popcorn expressionlessly, patted and wiped his greasy, honey-stained hands on his head, looking quite cool.

"Don't worry, little Pochi is our best and favorite guitarist. We're just borrowing them for a while."

Play with it... So these little things are just toys that can be borrowed at will? So, Mr. Xiangzi, is that what you think?!

"Put it in a nicer way," Baihe Sanhui noticed that Yili was a little upset because of Xiangzi's words. He pinched Yili's sullen face and comforted her in a mature manner. "Yili is our loaned player. He's the guitarist who earns us face outside. The more popular Yili is, the stronger our position will be."

This sounds much better. Yili has already started to become a two-dimensional Tang Xiao, the same as Tokyo Arnold.

Tick, tick—

The sound of the clock countdown, which was transmitted throughout the venue through the audio equipment, had been amplified from being barely noticeable to everyone's ears, and along with the ticking sound, there was also the faint sound of the heart pumping vigorously and blood flowing.

The lights behind the curtain have been turned on, but it is still covered by the red curtain. Aine's heartbeat quickened a little, and it seemed as if a strange aesthetic had awakened in her heart - it seemed that the taste for dark, mysterious and cool style was not bad. When she returned tonight, she would go to Amazon to buy clothes!

Tick, tick, tick, tick—

Xiduo could already hear the violent heartbeat, and nervously clenched the slender knuckles of Li Xiao, who had a happy face. The abstract transparent underwear she wore outside was also taken off because of nervousness and chest tightness. Now at least she could get some of the youthful vitality of JK.

Tick, tick...tick.

The sound of the clock stopped ticking, and at the same time, the sound of the strong heartbeat that pumped blood, symbolizing vitality and vigor, also stopped.

Welcome to our puppet dinner. May this dreamlike moon and night sky wash away your fatigue and spiritual numbness.

As the cold and mysterious narration fell, the scarlet curtain of the Broadway stage slowly rose. What appeared before people were not only the exquisitely crafted stage props, the night sky interwoven with lights and special effects, but also... five coffins.

The coffins are of different colors, mostly black, red and purple, replacing the five puppets on the stage.

The large LED screen behind the stage slowly revealed Ave Mujica's bizarre and wild purple-red team logo and the theme of the performance.

The first act of the puppet banquet - rebirth.

"The crescent moon sang alone from the dark clouds, and the song awakened five puppets from nowhere. The puppets woke from their coffins, and the awakened crescent moon was radiant with the brilliance of rebirth."

The five coffins slowly and naturally separated, revealing five hazy and beautiful figures in the mist.

Five masks - the pink-haired and elegant Phalaenopsis, the blonde and wild Marigold, the green and quiet Daisy, the black-haired and sad Red Spider Lily... and the brown-haired Sunflower with a hint of tranquility.

The first to wake up is the blonde marigold on the second floor of the castle. She dances slowly down the spiral staircase like a blooming ephemeral flower, stroking the puppets that are still as if in a coma but still maintain beautiful movements.

The puppets whose faces had been touched woke up one by one, gathered together with the same aristocratic court dance steps, and held each other's hands.

"Where do we come from?"

"Where are we going?"

"What will we do?"

"What do we know?"

Finally, a young woman with brown hair, wearing a royal purple crinoline dress, the hem of which contrasted with the asymmetrical sunflower mask covering her face, suggested in a princess-like manner: "Since we no longer know our past, why not first take care of the memories engraved in our souls and look to the future?"

Daisy looks like a confused child, with a blank look under the mask.

"Soul? Do puppets deserve to have souls?"

"Why not?" Phalaenopsis's provocative lips couldn't be concealed by the mask. Above her collarbone glittered pearls and a luxurious ruby ​​brooch. "A kiss can give a doll a soul, just as love can give meaning to everything—what meaning?"

Higanbana was wearing bright white breeches and shiny spurs. Although she was wearing a mask that almost completely covered her face, her charming figure under the light could not be concealed. She should have come on horseback, and no one would have any objection.

"It's just a kiss, something insubstantial and ethereal. If you need it, I can easily give it to you. Just lean over, and I can give you a thousand of these kisses. But what's the point of a kiss?"

"What's the point of this kiss?" The blonde Marigold Mask spoke with dejection, but swiftly left the group of puppets surrounding her and ran towards her damaged coffin. "Since a kiss is all I need, I shouldn't treasure it too much, right? It's so cheap... but a kiss is so precious. If I long for a kiss, who can give it to me?"

"Even if it's the kiss of Judas, even if it's the kiss that brings death and the end of the law—"

The lights dimmed for a moment, and then lit up again after a brief wait. The puppets, holding different musical instruments, faced the five thousand invited spectators.

"Then grant me the kiss of Judas, and the blush that remains on my face will count down my life!" The brown-haired sunflower almost chanted her own high-pitched praise. The sacred light fell, and the five-member puppet choir was ready.

"What will be performed tonight is a heavy tragedy—the rehabilitated will offer their songs, their harps, and their names as sacrifices. I wish to be the blood-sucking lamb that brings you joy!"

It is not a dry chanting. The mysterious and gradually warm sounds of piano and orchestra slowly rise and fall with the puppets. When the chanting reaches its climax, the passionate sound of electric guitar rings out. Although due to Daisy's immature fingering, the music is not flawless, but it is this imperfection that makes it more in line with the theme of rebirth.

But even the imperfections of the daisy gradually became perfect, because...

Daisy's expression under the mask wasn't looking good. She followed Marigold's rhythm awkwardly, trying her best to recall all the skills that her friend and rival had taught her... It was still too difficult. Playing the seven-string guitar was not something she could easily handle!

But... if I am abandoned by everyone because of my lack of strength and the boos from the audience... Xiao Mu will never forgive himself - including me, Mortis, and Xiao Mu himself!

Come on, Mortis, you can do it...Xiao Mu?

The scene in front of Daisy seemed to pause, but nothing seemed to have changed... It changed. Suddenly, many small arrows appeared on the guitar in her hand, gradually changing from blue to red.

[Mortis, play.]

Without any reminder from the voice in her heart, muscle memory drove Daisy's fingers to keep up with the rhythm and play the arrows that were about to disappear.

Xiao Mu! I love you!

The pretty face under the mask couldn't help but get excited, and a few tears seeped out of her gratitude - tears of emotion!

[Mortis, come on.]

Okay! Mortis will definitely not let Xiao Mu down!