Chapter 6 — Underworld Has Bluetooth Signal

My father's eyes lit up and he pressed the play button on the phone screen. A second later, the exciting rock intro music, high pitched, full of metal, exploded from that paper speaker! Underworld, graveyard. Just as Lady Huyet Sat's hand was about to touch me, a burst of earth-shattering music suddenly rang out in the void!

“The sea of commerce is smiling brightly, the tide is flowing with two waves——!”

The eloquent male voice, combined with the explosive sounds of electric guitar and drums, was so loud that it seemed like it wanted to overturn a cemetery. All the ghosts were stunned by this sudden rock metal song. Lady Huyet Sat was even more staggered by the sound waves, her face filled with disbelief.

"No way! How can you still receive power from the earthly world?!"

I opened my eyes and smiled.

“My father's Bluetooth, good signal.”

This music is not transmitted through karma, but through a more magical type of "intimacy signal", directly connected to the ancient tree in front of us. At this time, the ancient painting becomes a giant resonator, magnifying the music countless times. More importantly, as the music played, a familiar force of strength flooded into my body. It's my father's love! There is also the war song that I liked the most when I was alive, the song that can make me fully heal on the spot! I feel like I'm okay again!

“Picture——!”

I plucked the strings, and what came out was no longer melodious classical music, but a melody filled with murderous intent. The sound of the guitar turned into an invisible blade, following the rock rhythm spreading in all directions. The blood-colored runes that made up the Soul Transformation Formation began to flash violently under the attack of the sonic blade, making an unbearable "crack" sound.

“Stop it! Quickly kill it for me!”

Lady Huyet Sat screamed in fright. The surrounding demons seemed to have just woken up from a dream, screaming and rushing towards me. A Vo once again stood in front of me, swung his Tang knife, and cut down every evil demon that came. As for me, I put all my mind into music and the sound of the piano.

“Pictures, pictures, pictures!”

The sound of the piano becomes more and more urgent, faster and faster. My ten fingers fluttered, drawing out shadowy streaks on the strings. A piece of broken heart, knowing where to find wisdom in the horizon! As the last note fell, the entire Soul Transformation Array made a "bang" sound, completely shattering! The powerful backlash of energy caused the group of demons in formation to simultaneously spit out a mouthful of negative energy and fall to the ground, unable to get up. Lady Huyet Sat was also seriously injured. Her face was pale, her hair was messy, and she looked at me incredulously.

“You… who are you?”

I stood up, hugging the neck of the painting, amidst the boiling rock music, walking towards her step by step.

"Me? I'm Lam Dien."

“My father is Lam Kien Quoc, my mother is Vuong Tu Anh.”

“A normal girl from the earthly world, spoiled by her parents.”

6. Lady Huyet Sat is defeated, defeated in an inexplicable way, defeated to the point of being defeated. Until the end, she couldn't figure out why a paper Bluetooth speaker could destroy the Soul Transformation Formation that she painstakingly built for hundreds of years. I didn't kill her, I just abolished more than half of her cultivation level and took over the entire Eastern part of Wangzi City. From then on, the entire Uong Tu city was under my control. I became the "Demon King" whose name is truly worthy. I will divide the entire property of Hac Son Old Gui and Mrs. Huyet Sat for weak ghosts, creating an even more perfect order. Thanh Uong Tu in my hands has become unprecedentedly peaceful. It's just my palace, the style is getting more and more strange. My parents seem to have completely let themselves go. Today burn a paper tank, tomorrow burn a paper fighter plane, also known as "the ceremonial staff when the Demon King patrols". My mother tried her best to improve my "quality of life", burning a whole set of paper appliances for me, including a double-door refrigerator stuffed with paper Haagen-Dazs. A Vo's daily job is to handle public affairs and at the same time arrange these increasingly numerous and increasingly outrageous "offerings". At times, looking at the palace filled with pink weapons and lace household items, I couldn't help but laugh. Today, I'm using a laptop made of paper that my mother burned to "watch a movie" — actually just through a weak touch, watching a few broken pieces of light leaking down from the earthly world. A Vo suddenly came in and gave me a file. I opened it and was immediately stunned. On it is recorded the life of a newly arrived ghost soul. This ghost when he was alive was a businessman, his name was Ngo Duc Hai. Because of commercial fraud and malicious competition, he forced a businessman named Lam to jump off a building and commit suicide, leaving his family devastated. And that businessman named Lam is my father's best friend, Uncle Tran. When I was young, Uncle Tran often came to my house and brought me a lot of delicious food. Later, something happened to my uncle's family, my father was depressed for a long time, sighing all day, his hair turned white overnight. It turned out that the main leader was Ngo Duc Hai.