Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 654 - 325 Taiko Master_1

Chapter 654: Chapter 325 Taiko Master_1

The drum had a diameter of one meter and was placed on a stand one and a half meters tall. Next to it were two drumsticks, slightly thicker than chopsticks, adorned with red tassels.

Everyone looked toward the large drum.

The drum’s body was black, like the solidified form of a dark night, and the drumhead was made of some kind of leather, on which there was a gender-neutral face that was indistinctly male or female.

Ashley Gan looked around; no one made a move, after all, this was rule contamination, and any careless touch might bring about a deadly disaster.

"Fuck!"

Ashley Gan cursed. His brother was skinned and couldn’t withstand the high temperature any better than the others. Staying any longer meant certain death.

"I’ll do it!"

Ashley Gan took three large strides to the front of the drum and reached for the drumsticks: "God Lin, if something happens to me, I hope you can take care of my brother, at least... at least don’t let him die too painfully!"

Agan also knew it wasn’t realistic for Lin Baici to take his brother out.

Without waiting for Lin Baici’s response, Ashley Yang, enduring excruciating burning and stinging pain, commandeered the drumsticks before his brother could: "Step aside, I’ll do it!"

Black Yang, with his skin peeled off, snatched the drumsticks.

The moment he grabbed the drumsticks, the face on the drumhead suddenly opened its eyes.

"Yiyah!"

The face on the drum let out a sharp, long scream, reminiscent of Peking opera: "Strike the drum!"

"You guys, quick, look at the TV!"

Li Yintong exclaimed.

Everyone turned their heads.

The TV still showed the crowded music festival, but this time, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of a black man.

"What’s going on?"

The boyfriend asked, puzzled. What was the purpose of this close-up?

"Who is he? Stirring up trouble?"

As the girlfriend finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed, turning to look at Ashley Yang standing in front of the large drum: "It couldn’t be him, could it?"

A Yang’s skin had been peeled off, so apart from those original ninth-floor people like Lin Baici, others not familiar with him couldn’t recognize him at all.

"It’s him!"

Jilu was excited, having found the key: "Ashley Yang, strike the drum quickly!"

"Big brother!"

Agan was worried.

Ashley Yang gripped the drumsticks and struck the drum. There wasn’t much technical difficulty to this instrument; you just had to follow the beat of the music festival.

When they were children before immigrating, they had learned to play the African drum with the village shaman.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After Ashley Yang had struck the drum a few times, he sped up, getting into the groove.

"It’s ’Astronomia’!"

Li Yintong identified the tune, which had been used in many parody videos online, featuring several black men carrying a coffin.

"It’s working."

Bath touched the head of the doll on his shoulder; as Ashley Yang started drumming, he noticed that everyone was regaining some semblance of sanity.

"Keep it up!"

Li Yintong pumped her fist, cheering for Black Yang: "Drown out that lead singer!"

"I don’t feel it’s working; the black man on TV isn’t moving at all!"

Huang Jinxiang lit a cigarette: "Should we get him to move?"

"How do we get him moving?"

Big Ocean Horse was anxious.

"Do re mi fa so la ti!"

The face suddenly started to sing.

"God Lin, look quickly!"

Agan shouted.

Lin Baici had just seen it. As the face on the drumhead started to sing, the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 flashed on the drumhead, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, even a fool could tell they weren’t Arabic numerals but represented musical notes.

The face continued its humming, randomly singing one of those seven notes.

On the drumhead, notes also appeared and disappeared after pausing for about a second.

"I get it, whatever note the face sings, that’s the one you have to strike!"

Huang Jinxiang clapped his hands together: "Quick! Hit the notes!"

Many people think black people aren’t very smart, but this pair of black brothers was clearly an exception. Ashley Yang didn’t need Huang Jinxiang’s explanation and immediately understood, starting to strike the corresponding notes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drumbeats gradually came together, forming an impassioned melody.

"Look quickly!"

Black Gan yelled at the TV: "He’s moving! He’s moving! My brother did it!"

On TV, the black man started moving, walking into the crowd as if he wanted to break through the throngs of music fans and make it to the stage.

But there were too many people, and like rowing upstream, it was a struggle for the black man.

Li Yintong sighed with relief, feeling they had found the key to cleansing the pollution, but when she looked at Lin Baici, she saw his brows were furrowed.

"Brother Lin, what’s wrong?"

Tai Mei was puzzled: "Could there be a problem?"

"It can’t be this simple!"

Just drumming to get through? Moreover, currently, the drummers didn’t need to understand music theory; they just had to strike the drum according to the notes sung by the face.

There was no challenge to it!

This didn’t fit with the ten-year reputation of God’s Ruins, did it?

"Don’t scare yourself, this might also be a Taboo Thing that just formed from the radiation!"

Jilu interjected.

Generally speaking, the longer a Taboo Thing has been in existence, the more intense the rule contamination it causes.

"Do you believe that?"

Lin Baici countered.

"Uh..."

Jilu was left speechless; everyone had arrived at this station by train, which indicated that this place had existed for quite some time and couldn’t possibly have just spawned a new Taboo Thing.

"It’s singing faster now!"

Shaman suddenly spoke up, making everyone’s hearts tighten.

Amid the deafening heavy metal music mixed with the notes sung by the face, the pace had doubled in speed since the beginning, and the notes on the drumhead also appeared and disappeared more quickly.

Everyone quickly glanced at Black Yang.

Fortunately!

He was still playing the drum methodically!

However, the increased speed forced him to make broader movements, and blood and body fluids splashed messily from his arms.