My system chooses to create an entertainment empire by itself

Chapter 76 War and Fantasy

The six buildings of the Union Building have been fenced in the middle, and a fence is also fenced on the outer side.

The parts of the inside and outside that are not blocked by the building are the audience seats this time.

The tickets for the Union Buildings are not expensive, just to get back the money, and where you can get the tickets depends entirely on your ability.

Liu Yuyan led one of the fans to occupy one of the six auditoriums surrounded by six buildings, and some of their fans were ticket-snatching masters who grabbed a lot of tickets.

Some of them have already picked up their mobile phones, ready to take pictures at any time.

Liu Yuyan sat at the front. She was not very tall, and with her status as the president, no one else competed with her for the front position.

Since the college entrance examination, although she didn't do very well in the exam, she filled the volunteers with Kyoto.

There was still a class meeting in her school during this event, so she deliberately found a reason to ask for leave.

Union Buildings!
She looked at the setting sun like blood, the ruins melted together with the foam of blood, and couldn't help but be moved.

When she learned that Yan Zhi's activities were here, she made a special investigation of this place.

I also know how well this reflects Yan Zhi's status.

"President, this special effect is really good." On her left is a tall and thin man named Wen Jiaqi, who is the vice president.

Generally speaking, male fans are hard to see, but Yan Zhi has a lot of male fans.

"Yeah, the videos I watched before were not so good. I don't know if it's because of my filter or because of the scene." Liu Yuyan smiled lightly.

At this moment, the twilight had swept across the entire venue, the setting sun that was missing a corner had already ended, and the entire venue turned gray.

A long violin sounded, and a gun protruded from one wall of the building, scanning the ground continuously.

"My God, look quickly." Wen Jiaqi exclaimed.

Liu Yuyan's eyes were still on the gun protruding from the side of the building in her line of sight. After a while, she turned her head and looked in the direction Wen Jiaqi was pointing.

"Wow!" She couldn't help exclaiming.

Immediately afterwards, there were constant exclamations from the auditorium.

I saw cannonballs protruding from the two buildings near where they were.

The cannonballs carried flames as if they were about to throw themselves into the square, and the smoke surrounded the walls, as if they were about to fall at any time.

Just when the shell was about to hit the ground, the piano sounded.

The ground was illuminated by the fire for a moment, and then a huge cloud of smoke and dust was blown up.

Smoke and dust billowed toward people, blocking their sight.

At this time, string music and piano sound played at the same time.

"It sounds good!" This is everyone's most intuitive feeling, but at the same time, the audio-visual combination allows them to better understand the charm of this song.

Against the background of strings, the melody of the piano sound is full of pathos.

They seem to have a kind of magic power. Every time they are played, a cannonball hits the ground.

And the firearms hanging on the wall of the building have been firing bullets continuously since the sound sounded.

"I'll go, awesome!" shouted a fan sitting in the back.

Liu Yuyan didn't look back, her eyes were completely attracted by the scene in front of her.

I don't know why my heart became a little heavy.

As the drums join in, the pitch rises, and the cannonballs and bullets fire faster.

The fog that shrouded the square finally dissipated. The dilapidated city walls and the messy ground were still burning with fire. The dead bodies that had been blown into pieces were mixed with mud, and the ground was soaked in bright red blood.

As if to tell people that shells and bullets are the culprit of all this.

Some spectators with their children covered their eyes, but their eyes were fixed on the front.

Because in that cruel and ruined scene, there is a white flower stained with sand and dust. It is stained with soil but not soaked in blood.

The artillery fire was still attacking, but every time the dust cleared, even though the white flower was bent, it still swayed on the uneven ground.

It's like a ray of hope in the midst of this hopeless scene.

The oppression and despair of the war lay in everyone's heart, and only this white flower gave them great comfort.

The sun in the east rises again, and it seems to be forever missing a corner. When it hangs in the sky, the entire square is fully displayed in everyone's eyes for the first time.

And Yan Zhi, who was in the center, appeared in people's perspective for the first time.

"President, I think Yan Zhi is a bit handsome today." Wen Jiaqi said a little excitedly.

Liu Yuyan didn't speak, she just nodded.

Yan Zhi was wearing a dirty-looking coat, his face was covered in blood and mud, and even his fingers were covered in scratches.

But it is such an appearance, but it is extremely harmonious in this scene.

The music goes on and every note is so gripping.

By this time, the artillery fire had stopped, leaving only ruins.

Yan Zhi is like a survivor, struggling tenaciously under this disaster.

He played with passion and every stroke was filled with passion.

When Bass joined, the scene was suddenly half in half, half in ruins, and half like a fairyland.

Yan Zhi's people are sitting in the ruins, but the piano is in a fairyland, where the clouds and mists are looming.

Only fingers are between hell and heaven.

Other players dressed in crisp white clothes showed up to play in Fairyland.

Yan Zhi seems to be one step closer to the fairyland every time he plays.

Every strike of the piano is like hitting people's hearts.

His bleeding fingers seemed to be able to play the sound of heaven in hell.

"This design." Wen Jiaqi didn't know how to comment.

And Liu Yuyan was already stunned.

While everyone was obsessed with it, while people were excited that Yan Zhi was about to step into the fairyland, cracks appeared in the fairyland like glass, and gradually turned into powder, and the whole square turned into ruins again.

The people present didn't know why, but felt an indescribable mood.

It's as if hope is shattered, everything returns to the starting point, and people are still in reality.

"Is that the end?"

Although Liu Yuyan felt that she might still feel a little regretful if she just reached out to the fairyland, she didn't want to end in such a tragedy.

And it really isn't over.

In the last piece of music, a ribbon made of stars popped out of the six buildings.

The ribbons were connected together, and the sky above the square was immediately filled with a brilliant galaxy.

The stars twinkle in it, as if they are about to fall.

The extinction of the heavens and the earth is in stark contrast.

"Fuck!"

Liu Yuyan's eyes were already fixed on the galaxy, when suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.

Immediately afterwards, the same words appeared behind them like a slogan.

She quickly shifted her gaze and uttered the same words.

Guanghua swept across, Yan Zhi raised his hand, and a dark gray sky ladder appeared between the ruins and the Milky Way, which was gradually burning upwards from the ground.

Every time it burns, it loses a portion of dust.

At the same time, the gravel on the ground quietly stirred.

Several white human figures appeared from the earth, stepping on the ladder towards the stars.

The human figure climbed step by step with the notes, and the sky ladder was burned into golden yellow, as if the human soul also walked into the galaxy.

The music ends, the ladder to heaven is gone, and the starry sky cannot last forever.

The sun in the east is still rising, but the dilapidated city wall doesn't look so dilapidated, only the blood-soaked land is still bright red.

But on this bright red soil, a group of people who survived the disaster walked out, their eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

When the lights were off, the audience seemed to have forgotten to applaud. They had a sorrow about the war in their hearts, but more of it was resistance and unyielding.

(End of this chapter)