A few people managed to deal with the remains of the secret ritual in the mobile exhibition hall, sealed the secret door again, and then returned to the Woodpecker Consulting Office not far away with wandering eyes, and continued to crawl with wandering eyes amidst the aroma of a pile of tempting food.

Go up to the second floor.

As soon as "Carol" Joan entered the office room of 209, she lay face down on the sofa, "If you insist on rehearsing tomorrow, I still don't want the aura of 'principal flute in the premiere of 'Symphony No. 1''"

Let me sleep well, although I may not be able to sleep."

"No more rows, no more rows tomorrow, let them practice by themselves on the weekend." Fan Ning sat on the piano bench with his legs slumped, and leaned back directly.

"Why don't you go and return the ritual utensils first?" Sheeran's voice was hoarse, "I think I heard it, Dupont should be playing guitar inside."

"Let him remember and get it himself." Fan Ning turned around and opened the cover of the upright piano with trembling hands. "Don't talk to me. Let me play the piano first. I want to be quiet."

He started from the first piece in Bach's Well-Tempered Piano Collection, "Prelude and Fugue in C Major" (BWV846), and played the next one. The bright and quiet broken chords of the Prelude sounded in the room, and several people banged

The beating heart gradually calmed down.

Later, when Fan Ning performed various exquisite fugues under his fingers, the other two people were more and more surprised in their distracted consciousness. They discovered that there were hidden meanings in these works that they had never heard before.

With extremely high polyphonic skills and profound logical beauty, they began to look at Fan Ning's profile with eyes mixed with enjoyment and disbelief.

Bach's musical solace brought several people back from the brink of collapse, but the condition of the next few people was still not very good.

Fan Ning can dream about those things almost every day. Sometimes he is climbing the endless spiral staircase in the center of an empty tower, and then suddenly he is frightened by the screams of pain and excitement behind him, and turns around from the height.

Falling down, sometimes he wandered around the ruins of the Grand Palace School again, witnessing those giant buildings that made people dizzy and disgusted, and sometimes he found that the art gallery he reopened was full of weird impasto paintings.

and statue dolls, and the eyes of every visitor who came to the exhibition were as ancient and terrifying as the "Truth Serpent"

Although he was still able to maintain the self-awareness of lucid dreams using dream control, the process of moving through these things still made people feel disgusted and uncomfortable.

He tried his best to devote all his attention to rehearsing and studying music, and his whole body was slowly recovering. Time flashed to Monday, August 11th, less than five days before leaving for the imperial capital.

The musicians came unusually early today.

At 7:40, the rehearsal hall was already packed. Fan Ning, who was wearing a formal suit and carrying a briefcase, just opened the door and saw everyone looking at him with all their eyes.
Chapter completed!