Chapter 548

A desolate, mournful suona sound rose at the Zhaodaijiu Society.

Bai Xiao Ling's erhu, and the others' gongs, drums, wooden clappers, and cymbals all joined in one after another.

After a moment, once the introductory accompaniment ended, Su Meng opened his mouth.

Many who had done the groundwork, or who had some understanding of Yu opera, instinctively hummed along.

"Little Cangwa I've left, Dengfeng little county…"

But… what reached their ears from Su Meng's voice was an entirely different set of lyrics.

"When moonlight spills across my face…"

???? Countless netizens were instantly dumbfounded.

Aren't those lyrics wrong?

But why… do those lyrics feel so familiar to me?

Holy crap! Several masters of the Wang family troupe nearly leapt to their feet.

Are you singing it right?

Listening to the tune, you are not wrong at all.

He even added sobbing vocal technique, instantly multiplying the sorrow of this tune countless times over.

Anyone who heard it felt it in their bones, unable to keep tears from welling up.

But the problem is… what the hell are those lyrics?

In their bewilderment, several masters nearly couldn't even keep a steady grip on the instruments in their hands.

Fortunately, this section of accompaniment had nothing to do with the suona; the other sheng, gongs, drums, wooden clappers, and cymbals were only auxiliary.

The most important accompaniment was Bai Xiao Ling's erhu.

Yet Bai Xiao Ling's expression didn't change in the slightest; she calmly kept sawing at the erhu, her hand not trembling even once.

Wang Laowu finally came back to his senses, and the look he gave Bai Xiao Ling was filled with admiration.

You've gotta be the Great Guardian—that mental fortitude is way too damn strong!

And it was fortunate that she had asked Su Meng one extra question earlier.

Otherwise, without any mental preparation, today's accompaniment would definitely have fallen flat!

Su Meng has already continued singing.

"I think I'm about to become a different shape."

"There's a thing called heart-wrenching soup,"

"Drink it, and a magical power surges…"

"Aiya~~~ ya~~~~"

Wang Laowu finally came fully back to his senses.

The suona reached his lips, and the sorrowful suona sound rose once more.

"Di di di di~~~ di di di di~~~~"

Carried by Su Meng's lead, inspiration struck him and he wove in many trilled notes.

As if someone were weeping, completely shaping the sorrowful atmosphere.

……

"Holy crap!" Deng Ziqi leapt straight up.

She pointed at the screen, completely unsettled, and stammered out.

"These lyrics… these lyrics… why do they feel so familiar to me?"

The little assistant glanced at her and said, in a drawn-out tone.

"Deng Ziqi, how could you not be familiar with these lyrics?"

"Isn't this the 'Praying to Buddha' that Teacher Su gave you?"

Huh? Deng Ziqi froze on the spot, and said blankly.

"'Praying to Buddha'… how does it go again?"

Not just her—the entire livestream chat was filled with question marks.

"Holy crap! Why do these lyrics feel kinda addictive?"

"How could they not be addictive? Aren't these the lyrics to 'Praying to Buddha'?"

"What's this? Yu opera + Praying to Buddha? 'Little Cangwa Prays to Buddha'?"

"Dammit, as someone from Henan, I've heard this opera since I was a kid, but now… I've already forgotten Little Cangwa's lyrics, and forgotten the tune of 'Praying to Buddha.'"

"Hearing the tune Su Meng sings really makes me want to cry, but hearing his lyrics, I damn near want to laugh—am I having a split personality?"

"To the poster above, let me educate you: there's a word for that, 'crying and laughing at the same time.'"

……

They could feel that way because they could understand the lyrics!

But the foreigners at the scene, how could they possibly understand?

What they heard, instead, was the immense sorrow pouring out from Su Meng's voice.

Su Meng's Yu opera skill is on the same divine level as the suona!

What does divine level even mean?

Actually, in terms of pure technique, it's the same as Su Meng's professional level.

The reason it can be called divine level is that it can stir the most genuine emotions deep within people's hearts.

Now Su Meng's use of these divine-level skills has already reached the point of perfect mastery.

Under his deliberate performance, the sorrowful atmosphere of this vocal passage was intentionally amplified.

As for the lyrics... heh...

I'm just bullying those foreigners who don't understand!

Bite me?

"Wah-wah-wah..." Benedict burst into tears.

That cry acted like a signal—almost everyone present couldn't hold it anymore.

This music, this singing... I'm so sad!

Why can't I stop wanting to cry, why can't I stop screaming my heart out?

In an instant, at the Zhaodaijiu Society event, every foreigner burst into loud sobs.

They wept uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down.

What artiste dignity? Screw it!

Wu Guangren and several Chinese musicians stood stunned, utterly dumbfounded.

Su Meng's performance... is that seriously toxic?!

In the past, Su Meng's causal weapon always struck indiscriminately.

This time, it somehow added friend-or-foe identification.

The foreigners, not understanding the lyrics, were swept up by Su Meng's mournful melody and wept uncontrollably.

But for the Chinese people...

Though the melody was sad, the lyrics gave it an odd sense of humor.

And seeing those foreigners sobbing so pitifully...

Holy shit! I'm dying laughing!

In an instant, netizens in the livestream chat were laughing so hard they were nearly collapsing.

I thought Su Meng was about to unleash a massive, area-of-effect attack.

But he instead totally messed with those noble artists?

That was... damn well done!

Su Meng's singing continued.

"For you I've turned into a werewolf,"

"For you, I've even gone mad."

"For you I've put on thick disguise,"

"For you, I've secretly swapped out my heart."