Lin Buwen is a "monster" in the field of folklore.
She spends many years dormant in abandoned factories and wilderness cemeteries, collecting the loneliest, most violent, and most ominous sounds in the world.
Some people say that she is a calm madman, she is just waiting for a soul that can catch all her "noise".
Until that day, she bumped into the woman covered in blood in the ruins of the demolition area.
Yan Jingfei, the most desperate Wu Tai in the circle, is a "shadow" living in the shadows.
She had just jumped off a ten-meter high platform to replace Liu Hua Dan, but she was bitten back and became a lost dog that everyone shouted at.
Lin Buwen raised the recorder and put it against her scarred throat: "Scream. Use the voice you hate the most in this world. Scream it out."
Yan Jingfei's eyes were burning with wildfire, and in that dark alley, he let out a roar that could shatter his eardrums.
At that moment, Lin Buwen heard a miracle.
Academic geek keyboard player × violent aesthetic vocalist.
They formed a band that the mainstream music industry called "The Underworld Ritual."
There are no love songs, only the roar of the electric drill, the compassion of the suona, and the soul-tearing electric bass.
From the underground illegal livehouse, all the way to the much-anticipated altar.
Capital siege? Violent public opinion?
Lin Buwen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and struck the last death note on the synthesizer with his fingertips:
"Yan Jingfei, go and sing. Sing until the world bows its head."
Intention: Break the noise of mediocrity and reinvent yourself in the ruins.