Chapter 142

Su Meng's heart was already frantic with anxiety.

At this critical moment, his gaze suddenly sharpened, focusing on the front side of the stage.

In the spot closest to the stage, there was a female cosplayer, dressed up as a game character.

Su Meng couldn't tell at a glance exactly which game character it was.

The key thing was the explosive figure, the skimpy outfit, so big and… ahem, ahem, no, that's not it.

The key thing was, presumably for the game character's sake, that cosplayer had a guzheng strapped to her back.

A guzheng!

Only now did Su Meng suddenly remember—he was a man blessed with a god-tier guzheng performance skill!

Without a second thought, Su Meng strode up to that cosplayer and shouted loudly.

"Quick, give me the guzheng!"

The cosplayer was startled, instinctively untied the strap across her chest, and took the guzheng off.

Su Meng snatched the guzheng and strode back to the middle of the stage.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, laid the guzheng across his knees, and pressed both hands on the strings.

His mind raced as he quickly picked a tune from the system's Shangcheng.

"This is the one!"

Su Meng didn't even look at the price and bought it on the spot.

In an instant, every melody and every playing technique of that tune flooded into his mind.

Su Meng let out a long breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his ten fingers began to dance…

……

"Ah~~~~"

"Don't push! Don't push!"

"Stop fucking pushing, you're all about to burst!"

As more and more people grew restless, the panic in everyone's heart grew heavier and heavier.

But just then, a sudden strain of music rang in everyone's ears.

This was… before anyone knew it, the scene before their eyes had already transformed, and a picture slowly unfolded.

Right in the middle of a towering, majestic palace stood an imposing throne.

A commanding, upright figure, a precious sword in hand, slowly walked toward the throne.

Along the way, countless heroes and warriors on both sides bowed their heads in submission.

That figure slowly ascended the throne, hand resting on the sword, gazing in all directions—his eyes filled with ten thousand miles of Jiangshan.

Standing high and looking far, sword pointed at Jiangshan—who dares to vie with him?

This scene, brimming with heroic passion, set one's blood boiling.

Yet that figure overwhelmed everyone, making all submit to him, some even afraid to look him in the eye!

Though every soul on site was fired up, none dared make the slightest move, afraid of angering that figure.

The entire venue fell silent in an instant.

That figure slowly raised his hand, as if commanding armies on campaign north and south.

But just at that moment, the music in their ears cut off abruptly.

The scene before their eyes also quickly dissolved.

The imposing figure faded away, and what appeared before them was… Su Meng?!

Only now did everyone realize.

On stage, Su Meng had somehow gotten hold of a guzheng at some point.

So the music just now… was played by Su Meng?!

Holy shit, that's insanely cool, isn't it?!

Seeing that the venue had finally quieted down, Su Meng let out a long breath, picked up the microphone, and said loudly.

"Friends, please stay calm, don't push around, stay where you are and don't move~~!"

"If anyone nearby has fainted, please pass them along—lift them up and carry them out!"

Perhaps because everyone hadn't yet recovered from the shock of that music just now.

Everyone instinctively followed Su Meng's instructions.

Countless people raised their hands at once and lifted up those who had fainted.

Like a conveyor belt, they passed them overhead and carried them out.

It wasn't obvious in the chaos earlier, but now they realized there were over a dozen people who had fainted?

At the entrance, Xia Qingqing let out a long breath and hurriedly directed the medical team to take them in.

But the medical team only had a handful of people—how could they possibly handle so many?

Xia Qingqing, in a fluster, contacted ambulances and sent them all to the hospital.

By now, her heart was on the verge of collapse.

Her damn comic con was just a mid-sized comic con, that's all.

By the original plan, getting around ten thousand people over three days would have already satisfied her.

But now?

Fuck, just right now, the venue already has no less than several tens of thousands of people!

What the hell is she supposed to do?

No, wait—something this big happening… she's done for, done for, done for!

……

Seeing that the situation at the scene had finally been brought under control, the viewers in the livestream room also let out a long sigh of relief.

The bullet comments sprang back to life.

"Thank heavens, as long as everyone's fine."

"Oh my god, I was scared half to death just now—my poor little heart is still pounding even now."

"Hey, upstairs, if your heart stops jumping, then congratulations—you can enjoy Su Meng's 'Grand Funeral Send-Off'."

"Holy crap! Did you guys notice? More than a dozen people actually fainted! That many people actually got so hyped by a fast-rap routine they passed out?!"

"Is Su Meng poisonous or what? I've heard plenty of fast-rap routines myself, but who ever heard one this ridiculously cool?"

"The fast-rap isn't the point, comrades! Didn't you notice? Just now Su Meng's tune directly suppressed the entire crowd!"

"Insane! Absolutely insane! He played one guzheng piece and actually controlled tens of thousands of people?"

"Wrong, it wasn't a whole piece—it was half a piece! Su Meng only played half!"

"Big brother's so handsome! He can actually play the guzheng? Licking the screen here…"

"Ahhhhhhh, big brother's guzheng playing sounds way too good!"

……

After going through all that, the atmosphere at the scene finally returned to normal.

Su Meng nonchalantly kicked the fast-rap clappers aside.

Damn it, you caused one hell of a mess today, you know that? Don't you get over here and reflect on your mistakes facing the wall?

The crowd below stared at Su Meng; Su Meng looked back at the crowd below.

The scene suddenly fell into an awkward atmosphere.

A moment later, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter all at once.

But this time it wasn't that kind of wild, crazy laughter—it was light and cheerful.

After thinking for a moment, Su Meng beckoned to the cosplayer from earlier.

"Everyone, today there's one person who must be taken seriously and thanked."

"And that is this beautiful cosplayer right here!"

"If it weren't for her bringing the guzheng, you might still be hearing my 'Grand Funeral Send-Off' out on the street today."

"Come, let's welcome this beautiful cosplayer up onto the stage!"

"Me? Is it really me?"

The cosplayer pointed at her own nose, hardly able to believe her own ears.

Seeing Su Meng nod, she finally let out an excited shriek and scrambled up onto the stage on all fours.

Seeing this beauty come up on stage, quite a few people in the crowd suddenly cried out in surprise.