Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 252 Abandoning the Consciousness of Being a Human

"The guitarist of Ave Mujica can only ever be Wakaba Mutsu."

In fact, when hearing these words, Yamada Ryo had already begun to cowardly want to run away, pulling Kashiwa Sanhui's clothes gently and continuously, with a desire to survive in his eyes, and the indifference of human nature of "sweeping the snow in front of your own door" was reflected vividly.

"Puchi... Doctor, we should go."

Liang stood on tiptoe and leaned close to the ear of Kashiwa Sanhui who was watching the show, and whispered in a deliberately low voice, "There will definitely be a quarrel or even a fight soon... It has nothing to do with us."

However, Kashiwa Miki didn't respond——to be exact, he still sent the message he was going to send to Aine via LINE.

If nothing unexpected happens, in about thirty minutes, Aiyin will come to Chuhua's side through the second employee passage in small steps, and share the guitar and mask in Xiaomu's hands and Mortis's stage identity with Yili.

What a cruel reality, although Xiao Mu has not accepted his fate at all.

"Mu, your hands can't play guitar anymore," Chu Hua frowned, feeling a bit of a headache, but he still explained his thoughts in a very kind way. "Look, you're having a hard time even playing basic chords now. You'd better heal your injuries and go on stage next time..."

"No, no, no! Absolutely not! I'm not going to give my guitar to these outsiders! I'm not going to quit the band!"

Well, Xiao Mu’s gravity mode only lasted less than two minutes, and it was broken as soon as Chu Hua opened his mouth.

This hysterical and unreasonable look does not make him look like an old general who has made great contributions and was abandoned by Chuhua and Mana. Instead, he looks more like a child who has started to act like a rogue because he cannot get satisfaction from his parents.

"Why, why, why? Why did Chuhua take Xiaomu's guitar? Why did he give Xiaomu's place to someone else? Why did he abandon Xiaomu?"

"Aren't we a community with a shared destiny, playing music together? Aren't we the real Galaxy Battleship? So the gears of the Galaxy Battleship can be replaced so easily?"

"No, no, absolutely not... Xiao Mu wants to see his agent, Xiao Mu wants to see his boss! I'm the guitarist with a contract!"

Xiao Mu is actually quite rational, even knowing how to use other people's thoughts to threaten him... Chu Hua decisively interrupted Mu's speech, and pressed Xiao Mu's shoulders seriously, forcing her eyes, which had begun to gleam with a hint of crystal, to look at him.

"Ruo Yemu, are you sane? If you really want Ave Mujica to continue to exist, you should go to the water dispenser instead of making trouble here!"

Well, this is not the usual routine of Xiao Mu throwing a tantrum, Chu Hua Mana trying to persuade him, and everyone finally making peace while making dumplings.

But the explosion point that can really cause the group to explode is that the fireworks have reached their highest point.

Miao Meng put down her phone and began to look silently at the pupils hidden under her blonde bangs. Hai Ling unconsciously took off the necklace around her neck, as if only in this way could she barely breathe.

Mana stayed beside Kashiwa Miki, with a shrewd light flashing in her beautiful eyes. She pinched the back of her right hand with her left hand, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Liang was still numb, and like a cat about to be taken to a bath, he bent his body and dragged Baihe Sanhui's hand, wanting to run away, but Lao Ke just wanted to watch the show.

"The glass in the base's bathroom is broken. You did it, didn't you?" Chu Hua noticed Xiao Mu's guilty conscience and began to attack. "Hai Ling's classmates told me that you go to the clinic every night to clean your wounds. Tell me, is that true?"

Well, although the spy Xiao Deng couldn't find Mu's whereabouts, he could get Xiao Mu's whereabouts from Miaomiao, and then reveal it to Hailing and Chuhua in the name of Lixi. Baihe Sanhui could still do this little thing.

It's the 21st century, and information is everything.

"...Yes, but so what? I could have played the guitar well yesterday! I could have..."

"Where's the painkiller? Take it out!"

Xiao Mu stopped talking and turned his head away, unwilling to speak, but his eyes were full of sadness and despair. It seemed that it was inevitable that he would be taken away by Gong.

But Mortis still wants to fight.

Seeing that Xiao Mu was unwilling to talk, Chu Hua gave Miao Meng a look, signaling Miao Meng to take action - it seemed that these puppets had communicated with each other without Xiao Mu's knowledge.

Miao Meng walked barefoot towards Xiao Mu's guitar bag. The rectangular bulge in the guitar bag was too obvious.

"No! Meow Meng... Mai Jiang, don't take it out! Please..."

But Miao Meng didn't listen to Xiao Mu at all. She opened the zipper with ease and took out a small packet of pink pills wrapped in transparent plastic from the compartment.

Not only was Miao Meng frightened by the thing in his hand, but even Baihe Sanhui couldn't help but cry out secretly - Oh my god! This is a strong painkiller!

Is Wu Jianmiao crazy? Although there's nothing wrong with prescribing this kind of medicine for injuries of this severity, I only dare to prescribe weak painkillers for that little bastard Lian!

This thing has serious side effects!

Neurasthenia, metabolic disorders, and loss of body temperature are actually not a big deal and can be recovered through daily conditioning - the key is the addictive nature, Xiaomu is still a child after all!

Looking at the pink pack of pills in his hand, which only contained two or three pills, Chu Hua smiled with relief—completely out of anger.

"Have you taken your medicine today? I guess not, you look really bad right now," Chu Hua sighed, apparently having already made up his mind. He gently dodged Xiao Mu, who was about to pounce on him and snatch the painkillers, and tossed the medicine to Mana. "Mana, flush this package down the drain. From now on, none of us have seen it. It doesn't exist."

"Okay... Chuhua, don't overdo it."

Although Xiao Mu has gone too far, Japanese bands are not as big as those in Europe and the United States. No matter what the reason, in the eyes of the public, taking strong painkillers is basically equated with taking drugs.

Even though Xiaomu's selfish behavior could ruin the band, Mana actually wanted to prevent Chuhua from going too far.

The Donut Lady is great, no need to say more.

"I know my limits... Mu, go play the guitar now," Chu Hua leaned against the wall and moved the pedals on the floor to Mu's feet, who was a little unsteady. "Use your hands now."

How is it possible? If he hadn't taken the medicine, Mu's hands wouldn't be able to hold a pick, let alone chopsticks. He hurriedly took the seven-string guitar that Hai Ling threw into his arms. Mu... or rather, Mortis, was a little at a loss. Looking at the guitar in his arms that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Mu didn't dare to move.

Because it hurts. It hurts so much to change the position to hold the guitar steady.

"Xiao Mu... please help Mortis..."

The almost inaudible murmurs were only met with a faint, cold whisper that seemed to come from the void.

[Mortis, bad.]

"Please play with the hands you have now."

Listening to Chu Hua's cold and angry questioning, a tear silently flowed down, and it felt like something in the blue-haired puppet's heart was about to break...or rather, its heart was about to break.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong..."

"Xiao Mu... Mortis is a bad kid, Mortis is a bad kid..."

You could hear a pin drop in the rehearsal room, so Xiao Mu's sad whisper reached almost everyone's ears.

Chu Hua took the seven-string guitar with a cold face. After the effect pedal was powered off, he moved it from under Mu's feet and tucked it under his arm. He made the final judgment on Mu...or Mortis, with an expressionless face.

"Let's use the backup script. Mu still has one last scene to perform, and then he can rest. He won't be on the shows tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. When we go back tonight, Miao Meng will help Mu pack his luggage... Go back to your house and rest. Don't stay at Miao Meng's house. Once both hands are fully healed and there are no symptoms of addiction, you can appear in front of me again."

Go home, go home, go home, go home...

[Mortis, bad.]

"In order to fulfill your duties as a guitarist, have you abandoned your duties as a human being? It seems like you've really tortured yourself like a puppet... When did you become so selfish?"

Selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish...

[Mortis, bad.]

"Really...it's been going on for so long, and I haven't been able to help at all. I've only caused more trouble."

Can't help, can't help, can't help, can't help, can't help, can't help...

[Mortis, bad.]

Mortis...bad boy...