<h4>Chapter 2188: Chapter 2188: The Sound of the Qin</h4>


    "Big brother, listen to my exnation. Please give me a chance to exin."


    Terry Moore was very anxious.


    But before he could speak, Mr. Guilt had already pushed open the door and led them inside.


    The ck Gold Member’s room was veryrge.


    A spacious living room and six separate bedrooms.


    Very convenient.


    "Please wait, thedies will be here soon." The man called ’Julius Reed’ said, hunching over, and left the room.


    On the table were fine wines and exquisite dishes, as well as very tasty snacks.


    The table and chairs were made of high-end wood, with jade and gold and silver embellishments.


    As for diamonds and emeralds, they were indispensable.


    The whole decor was in a light pink style, giving a sense of enchantment.


    Once people arrived here, they couldn’t resist their inner impulses.


    "A master!"


    Shadow Kims circled around, nodded, and said, "I am willing to call this ce the best in the world."


    To be able to make someone quickly get into the mood upon entering, this design was perfect.


    "Indeed, as soon as I came in, I felt out of control. Then they gave me some wine, and I got carried away, confused by the drink... Hey, Lord, why are you drawing your sword? Listen to my exnation..."


    Terry Moore knew he had done something wrong and curled up in the corner, trembling.


    "It’s nothing, I’m peeling an apple." Julius Reed tossed the apple into the air, a slew of afterimages left by the Longsword.


    When the apple fell, it was already peeled.


    "As expected of the Lord, even peeling an apple is so clean," Hawthorne said, picking up a peanut and tossing it into his mouth.


    Chewing and pping.


    As they were chatting, there was a knock on the door.


    "Greetings, guests. I’ve brought thedies." Mr. Guilt said and pushed open the door.


    Behind him, a string ofdies followed in.


    "Let me introduce, this is Eliezer Pine, Grace River, Lillian Tompson, and Isabe Warm. These four are the top performers of the Gills Alliance, and usually, they don’t entertain guests. They perform, not sell themselves. But, if any of you have the ability to make thedies willingly, we won’t interfere."


    Julius Reed, hands in his sleeves, hunching over, spoke cheerfully.


    "After you listen to the tune and warm up, there will be moredies joining, and by then you can do as you please." With that, he backed out and closed the door.


    "Hello, guests." The fourdies bowed very respectfully.


    Previously, Julius Reed was curious about what would happen if the guests, who were all Martial Artists and rough men, decided to force themselves on thesedies.


    But now, he knew what was going on.


    These fourdies appeared delicate and charming.


    But in reality, each of them was no weakling.


    One could even say they were extremely skilled.


    Moreover, the Gills Alliance people were outside; if any trouble arose here, it would certainly alert those outside.


    No one would dare take that risk.


    Even if someone got drunk, they would have to consider their own resilience.


    To make so many Martial Artists wait outside obediently and openly curse this bunch, the background is definitely not simple.


    "Do you know how to y instruments and sing?" Julius Reed sat on a chair, scrutinizing the people in front of him.


    He pointed at the teacup in front of him, and the maid in the room immediately came over, picked up the teapot, and carefully filled the tea.


    "We are adept at ying, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Rest assured, guests, the four of us can do anything. There’s nothing you can think of that we can’t do."


    Eliezer Pine was the first to step forward.


    One must say, this girl looked a lot like Eliezer Pine, especially in her attire, almost identical to Eliezer Pine’s everyday look.


    Remarkably alike!


    The others were simr.


    Except for Lillian Tompson, whocked a certain resentment.


    Lillian Tompson’s resentment was impossible to imitate.


    As for Grace River’s aloofness...


    Julius Reed was ustomed to Grace River’s warmth towards him, so this aloof demeanor left him feeling nothing.


    Very foreign and distant.


    Unreal.


    "Then y a little tune." Shadow Kims sat on the chair, shaking his leg, thoroughly enjoying himself.


    Anyone would like to be in this kind of environment.


    To empty the mind and enjoy life.


    Except for Terry Moore, who sat trembling in the corner, not daring to take a breath.


    "Sing ’Laugh of the Octavius.’" Hawthorne crossed his arms, stood beside Shadow Kims, and said with a smile.


    In such a state of enchanting confusion, it’s hard for any man to control himself.


    The music began.


    Very professional.


    The listeners were entranced.


    The initial silence made one feel open-hearted and particrlyfortable.


    The moment the zither sound came in, it stirred the emotions, making the blood boil!


    As if standing on the waves!


    Viewing the world with disdain!


    Suddenly, Julius Reed frowned.


    Something was wrong; this music was too strange.


    Even the song Isabe Warm sang carried a sense of mystery.


    Julius Reed made no move, still listening calmly.


    As the music echoed, Isabe Warm’s singing became more immersive, hard to extricate oneself from.


    Julius Reed finally confirmed, something was very wrong.


    The music had a hypnotic effect, making people lose themselves unknowingly.


    And the song further fueled it, even having the power to control people.


    Julius Reed nced sidelong, seeing Terry Moore sitting in the corner with a nk expression, pping and nodding along to the beat.


    Seeing this, Julius Reed seemed to understand what had happened before.


    If this were the case, Terry Moore couldn’t really be med.


    An ordinary person wouldn’t have the ability to resist.


    It seemed Terry Moore was also affected, mumbling in a daze due to unclear consciousness.


    Moreover, it was possible the Gills Alliance was interested in the people Terry Moore brought, or they wouldn’t have sent out the four top performers.


    At this moment, Shadow Kims patted Julius Reed’s leg.


    And he gave Julius Reed a look, gesturing with his hand.


    The implication was clear; he had also sensed something was wrong.


    Hawthorne, too, was frowning; though he said nothing, it was obvious he was finding it hard to control his emotions.


    After another minute.


    Hawthorne waspletely intoxicated by the situation.


    Shadow Kims also, using the act of scratching his head, inserted something into his ears to stop hearing the bewitching music.


    Julius Reed was certain; these four individuals had significant issues.


    Moreover, this sound was very familiar, able to control people’s thoughts, using such captivating music to control one’s mind.


    Terry Moore had even stood up, shaking and swaying along.


    Hawthorne wasn’t much better, standing and humming along to the tune.


    "Dear guest, did you enjoy our performance?" As the music stopped, so did the singing, but it all seemed to linger around the ear, not ceasing at all.


    The actions stopped, but the sounds continued.


    Utterly magical.


    "The singing was lovely, and the ying was good. But..." Julius Reed lifted his head, smiling at the four: "The most intoxicating thing, I’m afraid, is the peerless beauty of youdies."