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Meanwhile, Lin Mingchang noticed the change in the audience. He quietly moved to a side door of the Concert Hall that was unguarded, attempting to push it open, only to find it locked from the outside. He hurried to another exit, but it too was secured.
The two exits that could be used were both guarded, completely severing their connection with the officers outside. At that moment, Xiaoshuang had been quietly hiding backstage, peeking out from behind the curtain. She sensed that something was wrong and quickly took out a special powder made by Fang Zigui from her bag, discreetly scattering it into the air.
The fine powder dispersed and, upon contact with the smoke in the air, instantly transformed into a light purple hue, creating visible trails. With no hope of opening the doors, Lin Mingchang finally noticed the change in the air and realized Xiaoshuang had taken action. He immediately signaled Fang Zigui, and following the purple trails, they discovered four incense burners placed at each corner of the Concert Hall, still emitting wisps of blue smoke.
Lin Mingchang assigned Fang Zigui the task of extinguishing the incense burners while he continued to think of ways to open an exit. Just then, Mo Wen's performance suddenly accelerated; the strings vibrated more violently, and the melody became sharp and piercing. Shen Tong saw that the Death Qi and malevolent energy on the Konghou began to surge rapidly, forming a massive vortex with Mo Wen standing at its center.
"This is bad!" Shen Tong stood up, ready to rush onto the stage to stop Mo Wen when several audience members nearby grabbed her tightly; they had already become puppets of the Emperor's Konghou! Lin Mingchang noticed that the situation had spiraled out of control and gritted his teeth, abandoning his plan to retreat. Seizing the moment amidst the chaos, he charged toward the stage, deftly dodging the audience members lunging at him.
Mo Wen remained unfazed by the turmoil around him; ignoring Lin Mingchang who had already climbed onto the stage, he instead quickened his playing. "Lin Mingchang! Be careful! The strings are poisonous!" Shen Tong finally broke free from her captors and ran toward the stage.
As Lin Mingchang approached Mo Wen, Mo Wen suddenly lifted the Emperor's Konghou and swung it toward him. Lin Mingchang hurriedly pulled back his hand but still received a long cut from one of the strings. Hiss—this poison is potent; a numbing sensation rapidly spread from Lin Mingchang's wound. Within seconds, his legs became unresponsive, and he collapsed onto the stage.
After injuring Lin Mingchang, Mo Wen turned back to his original position and continued playing. "Lin Mingchang!" Shen Tong leaped onto the stage and supported Lin Mingchang, whose consciousness was fading. "Your eyes are truly special," Mo Wen said softly. "That is not a curse but a gift bestowed by heaven..."
At that moment, Mo Wen's strings suddenly shifted in pitch. Shen Tong felt an unusual sound wave rush toward her as if someone were striking a large drum in her mind, leaving her thoughts in disarray and her head pounding. Just as Shen Tong teetered on the brink of collapse, a bright light suddenly flashed—Xiaoshuang's camera!
She aimed the camera at Mo Wen and pressed the shutter repeatedly. The blinding white light of the flash made Mo Wen instinctively close his eyes, causing him to pause his playing.
Seizing the moment, Shen Tong lunged directly at Mo Wen. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his fingers like iron hooks, his nails almost digging into her flesh.
Shen Tong struggled fiercely, trying to break free from Mo Wen's grip, but his strength was surprisingly great. She could see the thick dark red malevolent energy swirling around him, churning wildly.
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