Neither of the two things, one in front and one behind, made a move.
That was perfectly normal. Aberrations were collections of pure malice. In most cases, humans were toys to them rather than prey—so when they held the advantage, they would usually deliberately drag things out, savoring the fear to the fullest.
But that gave Sansan an opportunity.
She could not see, yet feeling the chilling pressure from both front and back, she still accepted the case on her back with slightly trembling hands.
Then, little by little, she opened it.
When Wang Pingling saw what was inside, she could not help letting out a sharp gasp.
"Big Sister Sansan, this is—"
Sansan sighed softly, rested the violin against her shoulder, and picked up the bow.
—Naturally, it was the strange item Wang Pingling had obtained at the shop before and later given to Zhou You.
Neither of them had known how to play it, and they had never found a chance to get rid of it, so it had been left in the room. Yet somehow, Sansan had discovered it.
Pressing down on the strings and sensing the call of the soul within, Sansan took a deep breath.
This thing was actually not as simple as Zhou You had imagined. It was not something one could use simply by knowing how to play an instrument—otherwise, it would not have sat in the shopkeeper's warehouse for so long.
It required two things.
First, extraordinary talent.
Second, years of dedicated study.
And both Sansans had exactly that.
Recalling the education she had once received, her arms, somewhat rusty from having gone so long without practice, slowly drew the bow—and then, pleasant notes flowed forth.
Hungarian Dance
The performance was not particularly difficult, only a little above beginner level. Yet the