Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
The fourth shop was called Rainfall Pavilion.
It seemed completely different than the previous three shops. Even the name gave little indication of what kind of challenge it might hold.
Also unlike the previous three shops, the entity in charge of the Pavilion looked almost normal—emphasis on "almost"—she was a nubile young lady dressed in traditional Chinese clothing with long, raven-black hair down to her waist.
While the other shops had looked like normal rooms on the inside, this one looked less like a typical shop and more like a peaceful, quiet bamboo grove, albeit one where the plants looked sickly and yellow instead of the normal vibrant green. The ground in this space seemed to be earth, unlike the sticky, squishy stuff outside, but bore the same unsettling, reddish hue...
Bai Zhi could not help thinking that the place was the perfect location for a ghost movie.
As he stepped deeper into the bamboo grove, Bai Zhi spotted the ghostly girl sitting amongst the tall stalks, gently running her fingers along a zither*. She had stopped plucking when he entered, but the lingering reverberations of the final notes echoed around him.
From behind her instrument, the girl raised her eyes slowly to look at him. In an unusually airy voice, she said, "Sire, the test of the Rainfall Pavilion doth musicality be. If thine tune canst best the sound of mine own zither, 'tis but meet to name thee the victor.
"You got any instruments here that I know how to play?"
Bai Zhi quirked an eyebrow as he scanned the modestly-sized bamboo grove.
"Any instrument that thou desireth, sire, shall thee find at hand," said the girl, fixing him with a placid gaze. "One need only give it form in the mind's eye."
"Oh..."
Bai Zhi gave it a shot and focused his imagination. Looking down, he found that an erhu** had materialized from out of nowhere in his hands, and he turned his attention eagerly to the ghostly girl.
"If winning means besting the sound of your zither, what happens if I fail to do so?"
Based on his experiences at each shop so far,
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* Also known as "qin", a plucked seven-string Chinese musical instrument.
** A Chinese two-stringed bowed musical instrument.
*** A double-reeded traditional Chinese musical instrument.
^ Sheng: A Chinese mouth-blown polyphonic free reed instrument consisting of vertical pipes.
Gong: Flat, circular metal disc that is typically struck with a mallet.
Hand cymbals: Cymbals held by ribbon or leather straps and played by crashing them together
Pengling bells: A pair of small cup-shaped copper or brass bells connected by a string.
^^ All the instruments listed are usually only played together in the context of a funeral, implying that Bai Zhi is playing at the audience's funeral. It is offensive at best, and could be seen as a malicious curse.
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