Chapter 190: Confidant String! What Does Following Him Truly Mean!

The spotlight vanishes.

Then, it precisely struck the silhouette he had first created, who had remained silent from beginning to end.

Zhi Yin!

This play…

Su Ming had already planned it!

"What you see are merely branches and leaves, not the root."

A cold thought instantly suppressed the discord and hostility in the hall.

All the quarrels abruptly ceased.

Streams of gazes turned toward it in unison.

Zhi Yin's thought flowed slowly, like mountain streams, resonating in everyone's hearts.

"The masterpiece lies not in melody, but in resonance."

"Divinity does not refer to deities, but to the instant when a person, heaven and earth, all things, and oneself achieve ultimate harmony."

"It may be a heavy snowfall, or a falling leaf."

"It hides within all things; only the mind can hear it, only the mind can see it."

As the words fell, Zhi Yin's phantom slowly rose.

He said nothing more.

He simply faced the dead, silent altar on stage and slowly extended his hands.

From dozens of meters away, he assumed an embracing posture.

Embracing that stubborn stone.

Embracing that broken zither.

Embracing that misunderstood loneliness.

Also embracing, within this mortal fireworks, every genuine love and hatred.

Buzz—!

At that moment, the dead, silent altar came to life.

"Ah…"

It let out a sigh.

A sigh that had crossed countless years, finally understood.

Bang—!

The stubborn stone began to crumble.

The broken‑string guqin suddenly resonated with melody at this moment.

The piece failed to form a tune.

Yet Zhi Yin's figure swayed, expression dazed and intoxicated.

The piece ended.

Zhi Yin opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

The altar in the corner of the stage vanished without a trace.

Only a single string woven from golden light and melody floated silently.

Su Ming strode forward.

Eye of Truth, activate!

Name: Confidant String

Quality: Legendary

Function: Beyond‑String Sound! Plucking this string allows all targets within the designated range to understand the 【Intent】 in your rhythm without obstruction. At the same time, you can hear the 【Thoughts】 in their hearts!

Residual Echo: This string has recorded the masterpiece of the song 【Stubborn Stone Nods】 and can be released once! After release, the Confidant String loses all effect!

"Another Legendary Rank item…"

A flash of brilliance flickered in Su Ming's eyes.

Good stuff! Beyond‑String Sound is undoubtedly a divine skill essential for team communication and scheming!

The Residual Echo, though not stated explicitly.

But even a toe could tell you it's definitely a one‑time forbidden killing move!

"Hoo!"

I won big!

Su Ming put away the Confidant String and looked at the stage again.

Today's three sacrificial opportunities have all been used up.

But on this…

There are still seven left!

All are entities numbered 【1111】!

The item chest transformed from Yin Zhi Lao Zhe, the gambling table transformed from the hooded youth…

Each one emitted a bizarre glow that made mouths dry.

This is the final bequest of the Western Shu Ruffians, a gluttonous feast capable of driving any transcendental being instantly mad!

So…

"Can't waste it!"

Su Ming licked his lips, his spirit stirred.

……

Jin Se Tea Garden.

In the private room, Dream Butterfly was meticulously polishing the tea set.

Suddenly, her movement stiffened.

A thought rang directly in her mind.

"Take Ling Xi and Jing Zhe, then go to the second floor and ask Mr. Pang Tong to come to Shu Music Hall!"

It was Wang's voice!

Shu Music Hall?

She knew it well!

That is the lair of the Western Shu bandits!

"Wang only called a few of us over…"

Dream Butterfly murmured softly, her heart shaken.

"That means…"

"Wang alone pushed that lawless group of revelers?!"

So now, it's time to collect the spoils?

"By the way… bring me something to eat!"

Hearing the sudden thought again, Dream Butterfly's beautiful eyes flashed, and she understood instantly.

As expected!

Wang is already dealt with!

"Received!"

……

Shu Music Hall.

Su Ming paced among the altars, observing every detail.

The altars have been appearing for some time.

But who…

Even they can't grasp the underlying logic of this thing!

Where exactly did it come from?

And why does it appear in such a strange form?

If one day this secret is made public…

For them, would it be good or bad?!

"Alas!"

Su Ming sighed, stopped pondering, and couldn't help muttering under his breath.

"Maintaining a team is more troublesome than solo grinding; you have to manage food and lodging, distribute gear, and now even have to help find damn random encounters…"

"I'm both father and mother here, born with a labor‑heavy fate!"

Even so, there was no trace of impatience on his face.

Jing Zhe and Ling Xi are seedlings he favors, worth investing in!

Su Ming removed Mortal White Face.

The twenty‑seven figures also completed their missions and vanished.

It's not that he doesn't want to use this ability to solve their problems directly.

But this ability can only be used by himself.

In other words, he's directing this play…

Others who want to jump straight for the rewards won't be acknowledged by these altars formed from revelers!

Moreover…

He's already drained, lacking enough brain cells to devise so many flashy maneuvers in a short time!

This is also why…

He needs to call a strategist of Pang Tong's caliber!

He also wants Jing Zhe and Ling Xi, and even other Rose Squad members, to understand—

What it truly means to follow him!

Dream Butterfly's party was extremely efficient.

In just half an hour, an unremarkable black sedan parked at the theater entrance.

The car door opened.

Dream Butterfly, Jing Zhe, Ling Xi, and Pang Tong, dressed in a long robe like an old scholar, all stepped out.

"Come in."

Su Ming's voice drifted lazily from deep within the theater.

Dream Butterfly showed no hesitation and stepped in first.

But the moment she saw the theater's interior, even her perpetually cold and composed exterior couldn't help showing a flash of astonishment.

On the stage, Su Ming was leisurely seated on an old prop box.

Surrounding him were six bizarre altars of varying shapes, emitting a faint glow…

"No!"

Wang…

The one under his butt is also!

Blood‑stained armor, wordless stone tablet……

Each one has a vastly different aura, but they're all so strong it makes people tremble.

In other words.

These altars are absolutely not simple!

【Awakening of Insects】 His pupils shrank, he said nothing, the crimson red spear instantly appeared in his hand, his blood and qi surged, and he went straight into a combat stance.

In the morning, Wang beat her to the brink of death.

But that Blood Bottle's effect is terrifyingly good.

She didn't just not die; now her body is mostly recovered, and her strength in every aspect is clearly far above before.

Following Wang, you definitely won't go wrong!

And 【Ling Xi】, her pretty face turned pale, she instinctively hid behind 【Meng Die】.

She……

She even heard the 【Listen】!

These seven altars……

Very strong, very strong!

They are seven abyssal entrances that devour those they choose!

Only Pang Tong.

This Phoenix Chick Sir who stirred up the winds and clouds of the Three Kingdoms.

After the initial shock, his eyes not only lacked fear, but lit up with extreme interest.

He stroked the few strands of goat beard on his chin, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the seven altars.

"Interesting… interesting!"