Lin Feng had just hung that expensive Taylor guitar on his body, and as soon as he turned around, his heart fiercely skipped a beat.
Just now, he was solely focused on enduring that torturous "off-beat hell" and completely didn't notice the surrounding situation. Now looking closely—good guy, how is this a square? It is simply an execution ground that wants to publicly execute him.
That circle of originally sparse passersby around him, unknown when, had already surrounded him three layers in and three layers out. Countless pairs of eyes stared at him, the expressions in their eyes filled with shock, anger, as well as the fear of looking at an extra-legal maniac.
"Who is this person? So arrogant?"
"He looks quite handsome, didn't expect he's a robber..."
"That's a Taylor guitar, it costs tens of thousands! He dares to rob that too?"
"Should we call the police? I see someone holding a phone pressing 110..."
The whispering sounds, although not loud, were like needles stabbing into Lin Feng's ears.
Lin Feng's iceberg poker face, unchanged for ten thousand years, was still without waves, as if even Mount Tai collapsing in front of him wouldn't change his expression . He held the guitar neck with one hand and even coldly scanned the crowd once.
But in reality, his inner heart was already panicked like a Husky tap-dancing on a hot wok.
Don't call the police! Big brothers and big sisters, don't be impulsive! I am a Three Good Student who hasn't even run a red light! If the police uncle really comes, I swear I will slide-kneel within 0.1 seconds and return the guitar with both hands! I really just want to help her correct the rhythm a bit!
However, in the eyes of the onlookers, that action of his scanning the whole field was clearly the silent threat of dark and evil forces: "Whoever dares to call the police, I will kill whoever."
Thus, that enthusiastic citizen who wanted to dial 110 shook his hand, the phone almost fell on the ground, and they silently shrank back into the crowd.
The masked girl standing beside Lin Feng had a brain even more in chaos.
She shrank her neck, and the eyes exposed outside were filled with a big question mark.
The script isn't right!
According to normal logic, since this terrifying handsome guy radiating an aura of "strangers do not approach" robbed her guitar, shouldn't his next step be to pull up his legs and run?
Although this Taylor isn't a top-level custom, its condition is so new; flipping it on Xianyu, even at a fifty percent discount, would sell for a lot of money. With this huge sum, whether going to top up LoL coupons to buy a full set of skins, or going to a nightclub to open a booth, it would be more than enough!
But why isn't he running?
Instead, he... strictly according to form, adjusted the strap to the most comfortable position?
Just when the girl was thinking wildly, even suspecting if the other party wanted to rob for lust, Lin Feng's fingers moved.
Clang——
The moment the first chord was swept down, the originally noisy whispering came to an abrupt halt.
It was the intro of "Empty."
But it was completely different from the soft, sticky sound the girl played just now.
Lin Feng, who possessed the [Guitar Dao (Mortal Stage)], had fingering as precise as performing surgery; the granularity of every note was clearly distinguishable. But this was not the most critical part.
The most critical part was that at this time, the [Ancient Rhythm Sacred Constitution (Bronze)] was circulating within his body.
The originally mechanical, cold, and precise performance seemed to be injected with a soul at this moment. His right wrist rotated flexibly, adding highly rhythmic cutting and muting techniques in the gaps of sweeping the strings.
Pa, da, clang——
That sense of rhythm was no longer a rigid metronome, but a rhythm with breathing and elasticity. Which is what musicians often call "Groove."
Simple four chords, under his fingers, actually interpreted a kind of magic that made people unable to resist wanting to shake their legs.
This feeling was like suddenly sprinkling a handful of special spice named "Soul" onto a dish that originally had no salt.
True fragrance.
The expressions of the onlookers changed from "anger" to "sluggishness," then rapidly transformed into "enjoyment." That big brother who wanted to call the police just now, his hand holding the phone wasn't shaking anymore; instead, he started nodding gently along with the rhythm.
And that masked girl was even more dumbfounded on the spot.
Once the expert extends a hand, one knows if there is skill.
This guitar was hers; she was too familiar with the sound of this instrument. But she never knew that this instrument could actually emit such a pleasant-to-hear, such elastic sound!
Every accent hit just right on the heart bar; that strong sense of rhythmic guidance made her breathing, which was originally a bit chaotic due to nervousness, become smooth.
The intro was only four short bars.
In a blink of an eye, the entry point for singing was arriving.
However, the girl was still dazing, completely immersed in Lin Feng's gorgeous syncopation techniques, basically forgetting that she was the lead singer.
Just at this moment, Lin Feng, who was playing, slightly tilted his head.
Those deep, cold eyes without a trace of emotional color were like a cold beam of light, precisely piercing toward the girl.
If you dare to miss the beat, you are dead.
Although Lin Feng just simply wanted to give her a "beat entry hint," combined with his facial paralysis face and the lingering might of "snatching the guitar" just now, this look in the girl's view was simply an ultimatum from hell.
A stream of cool air rushed from her tailbone straight to the crown of her head.
The desire for survival defeated fear at this moment.
The girl shivered all over, having no time to think at all; her body reacted one step faster than her brain, and she opened her mouth on time at the first beat of the next measure.