Chapter 377: Chapter 377 The Young Demise of a Music Teacher_1
Entering the second floor, the first thing that caught her eye was a row of ancient wooden bookshelves. The difference here was the complete absence of books on those shelves. They were all empty.
Perhaps all the books were removed because of the plan to close off the second floor.
Moreover, a thick layer of dust had settled on the floor and on the shelves, indicating that no one had cleaned it for a very long ti.
Qin Sisi stepped past the bookshelves and a vintage grand piano, positioned against the wall, ca into her view.
The piano must have produced the sound she heard earlier!
Legend had it that those who once tried to move the piano were injured by a suddenly falling bookshelf, adding an eerie aura to that grand piano.
Yet now, only a worn-out stool stood before the piano, not a soul in sight.
Qin Sisi felt a little perplexed and she closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses. The chill perating the entire second floor of the library pointed to the visit of a ghost.
It seed likely that this spectral being was not an evil spirit but a lonely, peace-loving ghost who didn’t enjoy being disturbed. When soone approached, it would hide itself from sight.
Qin Sisi felt sowhat troubled. Detecting a ghost that had deliberately concealed itself was quite a challenge.
Turning her head, she asked Ye You, "It seems like he’s hiding. Do you have any way of finding him?"
Ye You paused for a mont and then replied, "I was thinking of sothing that would probably damage this old building."
Casting a wide-ranging magical skill could indeed flush out the hiding ghost, but it might cause an impact on the ancient wooden bookshelves and even this old building that had weathered years of ti, potentially leading to complications if it aroused the attention of others.
Qin Sisi knitted her brows, her gaze unintentionally or otherwise coming to rest upon the old grand piano.
This piano was very similar to the one her father had in his school—both operated through pedalling to produce sound.
If the piano was too old, the pedalling would result in a creaking noise.
Spotting where Qin Sisi’s gaze had landed, Ye You also glanced at the piano, pondering upon this before asking, "Is it a musical instrunt?"
Qin Sisi nodded and replied, "Yes, it’s a piano."
"Can you play it?" asked Ye You, his purple pupils glinting with keen intrigue as he stared at Qin Sisi. He rembered that Qin Sisi had a beautiful singing voice.
Unaware of Ye You’s thoughts, Qin Sisi nodded as she replied, "I can play a little."
She had indeed learned so piano from her father when she was young, but when he passed away when she was ten, there wasn’t anyone to continue teaching her.
However, it was a coincidence that "Für Elise" had etched itself deeply into her mind.
Ye You deactivated the Invisible Bubble and said to Qin Sisi, "Go play a piece, maybe you can lure him out."
Since the ghost seed to be fond of playing the piano, it might well be attracted by the sound of it.
Initially bewildered, Qin Sisi quickly understood Ye You’s idea. With a pursing of her lips, she walked over to the grand piano.
Having settled on the worn-out stool, Qin Sisi took a look at the intertwined black and white keys, jogging her mory for the sheet music.
It had been many years since she last played a piano, and stumbling across this old model had brought back a flood of mories, igniting her desire to try her hand at it again.
Under Ye You’s expectant gaze, Qin Sisi finally raised her hands and pressed the intersecting black and white keys.
Under her touch, a lody, clear and beautiful, wafted through the chilling silence of the library. Ye You noticed a ripple in the steady flow of the air.
The first attempt was slightly rusty, replete with wrong notes and pauses.
The second attempt was much more fluent. Her ten slender fingers sprightly danced across the keys, the flowing notes like trickling streams basking in the morning sun— crystal clear, radiant, shimring with specks of light.
Ye You’s eyes began to burn brightly as his gaze focused on Qin Sisi’s figure imrsed in the act of playing music.
After what seed like a good while, Qin Sisi who was lost in the music and reminiscences, discovered another presence by her side.
With the sudden cessation of the piano lody, Qin Sisi turned her head. A young man was standing next to the piano.
He wore a spotless white shirt and a pair of crisp black trousers. With slightly long hair and a handso face, his eyes shone like stars and a faint smile played upon his lips. He seed to be quite fascinated by the music that had just ceased.
Upon the sudden halt in music, the man instantly turned his attention towards Qin Sisi, his eyebrows revealing confusion.
Qin Sisi, looking up at him, t his gaze. Both of them wore a questioning look, each trying to discern the other’s intentions.
Eventually, the man broke the silence, "Who are you?"
His voice was soft, carrying a faint magnetic undertone.
Standing up, Qin Sisi stared steadily at the man, replying clearly, "I am a Mage."
With a visible change of expression, the man looked shocked and seed to realise that Qin Sisi had played the piano solely to draw him out.
After a while, the man let a bitter chuckle escape his lips and asked resignedly, "Did the school administration send you to capture ?"
Qin Sisi shook her head gently and softly replied, "I ca to find you of my own accord."
This increased the man’s confusion and he hesitantly queried, "What do you want from ?"
Qin Sisi, once again, spoke the truth, "I need Soul Power."
The man looked surprised as he processed the information—a complex mixture of surprise, bewildernt, lancholy, resignation, and relief played on his features.
"Then why... Why haven’t you made your move yet?" He asked, his voice sounding rather indifferent, as he showed little resistance to the idea.
Qin Sisi found his attitude strange but answered seriously nonetheless, "I need you to donate your Soul Power willingly. I can help fulfil your unrequited wish in exchange."
"Unrequited wish?" The man murmured the words, going quiet for a mont.
After a while, the man examined Qin Sisi once more and asked, "Are you really a Mage?"
The young, naive image of Qin Sisi didn’t quite appear to match the image of a Mage.
Qin Sisi, with a solemn look, nodded in affirmation, "Yes, I am. Otherwise, how could I see you?"
Ordinary people should not be able to see a ghost.
"How do you know how to play the piano then?" He still seed skeptical.
The man appeared to be quite gentle by nature. Qin Sisi, finding her impression of him agreeable, chose to answer, "My father, who used to be a music teacher, taught ."
"Music teacher?" The words seed to choke in the man’s throat. His face twisted with despair, each word a blow on his handso face.
Observing him, Qin Sisi softly asked, "You’re a music teacher too, right?"
There were rumors that the ghost had been either a music teacher or a librarian. Based on the man’s appearance and deanor, Qin Sisi was more inclined to believe he was a music teacher.
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