Chapter 17

"Since I took this job today, I've definitely got to put some real effort in!"

The boss's face turned green.

Big brother, the moment you put real effort into blowing the suona, we'll have to put real effort into crying—who could handle that?

At least let us rest for a bit.

"Master, Master, your skill is absolutely beyond reproach."

"But your power is just too much—anyone who hears your suona can't help but cry."

"My dad is already over eighty, he really can't take it anymore. Just let the old man rest for a bit, please?"

"Today we're sending off my grandpa—don't end up sending my dad off too!"

……

The netizens in the livestream, seeing Su Meng had stopped playing, one by one turned their sound back on.

Hearing the boss say that, they all nearly died laughing.

"Holy crap, Su Meng is way too fierce, isn't he? He sent someone off with a single suona?"

"Forget an old man in his eighties—even me, crying one stream after another, I couldn't take it either!"

"Brother… no, Master Su, please, please rein in your divine power!"

"What the hell do you call professional? This is what you call goddamn professional!"

"First time finding out the suona could be this powerful?"

"Listening to Su Meng play the suona, I can't help wanting to cry, but watching him play the suona, why can't I help wanting to laugh?"

Wang Laowu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cautiously.

"Master Su, the killing power of your skill is just too great."

"Sure, this is a funeral, but we can't go too far with it, right?"

"How about you rest for a bit and let the brothers put in some effort? You just give us some pointers?"

Su Meng chuckled and, ever obliging, set down the suona in his hands.

"Alright then, I'll rest for a bit and let the brothers show off their skills too."

The boss glanced at the others and asked, still shaken.

"Um, let me ask first—our other masters' skills…"

The suona player from the Wang family troupe scratched his head, feeling a bit uneasy too.

"Boss, our skills may not be bad either, but at least they're still stuff from the land of the living."

The boss patted his chest, finally relieved.

No choice—after being wrecked by Su Meng's suona, they all had psychological scars.

……

A new book sets sail—on my knees, begging for all kinds of data.