The whole world. Everyone.
Those words made my face turn pale.
"Is there no way to stop her?" I asked with difficulty.
As I spoke, I could still hear Christina singing in my ear.
Her singing was melodious and graceful. Under different circumstances, I would have enjoyed it. Right now, I wasn't in the mood.
Wu Ling shook her head in silence.
Nangong Yao was silent on the other end of the phone, too.
"How long is she going to sing?" Guo Yujie asked. "How many songs?"
The final notes of one song faded, and Christina's voice stopped.
"Is it over?" Guo Yujie asked in surprise.
A song usually lasted four or five minutes, perhaps a little less.
If it was only going to last that long...
Just as I thought this, Christina's voice rang out again.
"Is she going to sing for the length of an entire concert? When she died, it was during a Christmas performance. Surely it didn't last that long?" Guo Yujie asked anxiously.
Probably longer.
I thought of Christina's endless complaints in the other dimension and had a very bad feeling.
She wanted to sing. She'd been holding it in for so long that she might sing every song she'd ever released. She might even sing songs by other artists, or keep repeating her own favorites.
She'd become something like Truth or Dare. With no one to stop her, she might sing forever. She could stop whenever she wanted, and whenever she wanted to sing, she could simply open her mouth.
Never-ending singing was one thing. She wasn't hurting anyone; she was only singing.
But her singing signaled the existence of the supernatural, and announced it to the entire world.
Wu Ling had said this was the worst-case scenario. Now it had happened.
I turned