"Ding -"

    in the passionate piano music, Zhou Heng''s ear sounded a clear system prompt sound.

    "New task triggered." A cold female voice rang out in his ear.

    "Chen Hexi, two months ago, died of a knife wound." A line of words appeared on the thin shadow.

    At the same time, a new line appeared in Zhou Heng''s vision: "wandering soul, a little merit, reward skill assimilation."

    Only a little merit. Although some of them don''t like such small tasks, Zhou Heng is very interested in the "skill assimilation" behind.

    "Take the task." He meditated in his heart.

    "Iris comparison complete. The d-level Heavenly Master, Zhou Heng, accepts the task -- Chen Hexi''s obsession. "

    After accepting the task, Zhou Heng walked toward the pheasant and piano. Miss Tong and others behind him wanted to keep up, but Zhou Heng reached out and stopped them: "you just wait for me here for a while." He said.

    Although Chen Hexi''s soul is still very weak, and it''s hard to hurt the living people in the real world, he already has the ability to attach himself. If he attaches himself to his companions while there are many people, it will be very troublesome.

    After giving the white cat in his arms to miss Tong, Zhou Heng came to the pheasant.

    Pheasant did not notice the arrival of Zhou Heng. He''s also immersed in his own music world.

    Zhou Heng stretched out his hand to him, and a faint golden light appeared in his hand.

    "Hum!" The pheasant''s ten fingers suddenly clapped heavily on the piano keys, and the piano made a "buzzing" sound under this clap.

    "Please don''t surpass me" in moonlight song A faint shadow floated out of the pheasant''s body.

    Zhou Heng shook his head. Reincarnation is the destination of every wandering soul. If he refuses reincarnation because of his obsession in life, then even the purest wandering soul will be polluted by the Yin Qi of this world and become an irreparable ghost.

    The shadow took a look at Zhou Heng. He probably understood that he would never be able to take out the palm of the young man''s hand today, so he sighed and said, "can you let me play another song?"

    "No way." Zhou Heng refused him again, "there are other people around here. I don''t want you to scare them." He whispered, and held out his hand a little bit towards him.

    "I can attach myself to this child," the shadow said hastily, "so that they won''t be scared."

    But Zhou Heng shook his head. "Look at his body carefully." Zhou Heng said.

    The shadow looked at the pheasant under him.

    Pheasant has fainted at this time, and his ten fingers have become red and swollen. If he tries to play a song again, his finger bones will have to be broken. Ordinary people''s body can''t stand the ghost''s possession. Even if it''s only a very slight Yin Qi, it will make people''s body vulnerable and cause great damage to people''s body. Miss Tong, who used to be bedridden and still looks sick, is the best example.

    "How could that be?" Shadow obviously did not expect that his attachment would cause such a result. He looked at the pheasant and murmured to himself, "how could it be like this?"

    Zhou Heng noticed that the shadow was getting confused because of the emotional fluctuation.

    "If you have to play a song to be overrun," Zhou Heng said, "then use my body."

    The fluctuation of the shadow subsided.

    The dark shadow in the air looked at Zhou Heng. After a while, he asked, "is there nothing wrong with your body?"

    Zhou Heng laughed, then said four words lightly: "I am the teacher of heaven."

    Looking at Zhou Heng''s eyes, the expression of black shadow gradually became surprised. He murmured: "so you are the master of heaven?"

    At this time, Qin Fen, standing on the periphery, showed a puzzled expression.

    "Zhou Heng, is he talking to people?" She asked.

    "That''s what my elder brother is like," Xu Yi said. "He has always been mysterious."

    "Is there a ghost that''s hard to come true?" Qin Fen is very curious.

    "It''s just a rumor on campus. Where''s the ghost in the 21st century?" Xu Yi said. After entering the classroom, we saw that it was not the ghost but the cockscomb who played the piano. Everyone''s heart relaxed, and even Xu Yi spoke boldly.

    "You don''t mean to say that. What did you do before?" Qin Fen said with a smile. "You''re still a senior!"

    Xu Yi''s face turned red. Fortunately, the night is now shrouded, people around him can not see his face.

    "What does he want?" Bailu watched Zhou Heng move the pheasant from the stool to the wall.

    "He wants to play?" Miss Tong was also very surprised.

    Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhou Heng sat on the stool and put his fingers on the keys of the piano.

    "Can big brother play the piano? "I''m not a slouch!" Xu Yi couldn''t help crying out.

    "Be quiet." Bailu reminded him in a low voice. Zhou Heng''s performance will start soon.

    Xu Yi quickly covers his mouth.

    It''s like the bugle of war. When Zhou Heng''s fingers fall, all the notes are boiling.heroically tragic. When the melody is filled in this classroom, the melody of piano seems to be entering a fight, a war, a fight between life and nature, a war between life and death.

    "What kind of music is this?" Affected by the melody, Qin Fen murmured.

    "What?" Qin Fen had no idea what Bailu was talking about.

    "Enthusiasm." Bailu''s eyes were completely obsessed. She said, "Beethoven''s passion."

    Beethoven created 32 Piano Sonatas in his life. Passion is the passion for music and life.

    Zhou Heng''s fingers constantly beat on the black piano key cap, bringing everyone''s emotions into the world of music and melody.

    Crystal tears down Bailu''s cheek. She cried.

    This exciting Sonata, however, stimulates the softest place in Bailu''s heart.

    What kind of past will she have?

    When "thank you" in passion Light black shadow floated from Zhou Heng''s body, "thank you."

    And the inside of Zhou Heng''s body is also changing.

    "Assimilation begins." A voice sounded in his head.