"Remember my affection, remember my love, remember that I wait for you every day. I wait for you to come back. Never, ever forget me, never, ever forget me~~"
The phonograph sang a cheerful tune.
Amid the cheerful song, Li Banfeng quietly walked toward the door.
I should still leave.
Li Banfeng had felt Old Grandfather Clock's savagery. He knew he had nearly lost his life.
But this phonograph seemed far more dangerous than that clock.
Li Banfeng had just reached the door when the phonograph's voice suddenly changed.
The lovesick girl seeing off her sweetheart turned into a Wandering Singer in the blink of an eye.
"Dear husband, dear husband, where are you going?
Before you leave, take all the trash with you.
The little house is not large, and there's nowhere to put the trash.
Dear husband, there really is nowhere in our home to put the trash~~"
She could even change the lyrics.
Do I really have the mood to care about lyrics right now?
Li Banfeng pushed the door open to leave, but a stream of steam blocked his path.
"Dear husband, there truly is nowhere in our home to put the trash!"
"I... well, I'll come back in a while, then take out the trash."
Li Banfeng still tried to leave, but the steam grew hotter.
"Dear husband, there truly is nowhere in our home to put the trash!"
The singing grew increasingly cold and sinister, while the steam grew ever more scorching.
Sweat covered Li Banfeng's chest, while waves of icy chill ran down his back.
If he did not clear away the trash, Li Banfeng suspected the phonograph would immediately scald him to death with steam.
Under this coercion, Li Banfeng turned around and searched the room for trash by the phonograph's firelight.