Thousands of years of pipa, ten thousand years of zither, one erhu for a lifetime, and the whole play ends with the sound of the suona. When you first hear it, you don't recognize the sound of the suona, but when you hear it again, you are already in a coffin.
I only wanted to play Huang Quandi, and I went all the way to the Palace of Hell, drank that Meng Po soup, and never loved the world again.
He was the thirty-eighth generation suona descendant of his family. He was full of artistic germs at a young age, but he accidentally stepped on his left foot and died in the toilet.
The golden light of merit gave him the artifact Suona, giving Xiaowo an opportunity to accumulate yin virtues and return yang yang. Who would have thought that God would have it all figured out, but now, in this world, funeral rituals are no longer dull and rigid, with majestic mourning halls, blissful burials, peach garden funeral songs, Kikujiro's Western Heaven... This generation is a descendant of the family, and the songs they know are not serious songs, so of course they are not serious people.
[Extremely OOC, the protagonist is a music addict, and there is a hint of warmth in the sand sculpture]
[This article is mainly to promote the musical instrument 'Suona'. Many settings are quite buggy. Suona in this article only deals with funerals, not new students and weddings. In order not to make the writing too sad, I deliberately added funny content, so it may be more OOC, so don't read it if you mind!
[Artifact Suona: The holder of the suona will not be hostile and cannot be harmed/the music played has its own BGM/has the ability to send souls to heaven or hell/pay a certain price to cut through space and travel randomly]
Intention: There is no soul that cannot be taken away by Suona