Colored spotlights shined straight into the sky, welcoming the angry roar of the wind and snow.

People looked up at the tower, and the light reflected on their faces, turning their eyes purple.

A slightly harsh guitar sound echoed on the radio.

On the broadcasting tower, Liz turned around, looked at Yanagihara who was sitting next to the drum kit, and said with a smile.

"Yuan, what are you waiting for? Start quickly."

Glancing at the girl's smile under the oxygen mask, Liu originally wanted to light a cigarette first, but when she reached into her pocket, she remembered that her lighter had been lent. She had no choice but to shake her head, put away the cigarette and took it.

He picked up the two drumsticks placed in front of him.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The drums with clear rhythm sounded immediately. With the expansion of the speakers on both sides, this dull sound echoed in the strong wind. It was like a warrior who should be silent, facing the enemy and letting out a blood- boiling roar, which shocked people.

The heart is heavy, and the breathing is heavy along with it.

"That's it." Liz grinned, turned to look at the endless snowstorm in front of her again, and kissed her lips.

"Now, please enjoy our first song "Highway to Hell" and let's rock out together."

"Here!" the sound of the electric guitar sounded again.

The wind seemed to be a little louder, but it still couldn't cover up the sudden noise.

Sometimes it is always difficult to distinguish whether the sound of an electric guitar is a kind of noise or a kind of melody, especially the guitar in rock. But when you get into it, you can really feel this borderline between reason and madness.

When playing audio, you can always get some unexpected gains.

This is how the residents in the ruins and greenhouses feel right now.

Their ears were almost filled with this indescribable deep or sharp sound, which made their brains almost unable to think, and even made them want to cover their ears immediately.

But they wanted to keep listening, because this sound made their blood surge, because this sound seemed to have a strange and unique charm that they couldn't help but be attracted to.

The sound of music resounded among the ruins of the city, combined with the flashing lights, making this snowstorm night look like a real carnival.

Amidst the cold wind, Liz's cold-proof clothes were flapping. It must have been when the third round of drums sounded that she finally leaned down and started singing.

“Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket, on a one-way ride

Live calmly and peacefully, love without restraint, and the one-way ticket will never come back.

Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everything in my stride

Don't ask, just get out of here. I'll take every cloud with me as I stride forward.

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

No reason, no rhyme needed.

Ain't nothing I'd rather do

I don't want to do anything.

Goin' down, party time, My friends are gonna be there too

I just want to keep moving forward, it’s party time and my friends will be here on time.”

I have to admit that Liz's voice is very suitable for this kind of music, because her singing voice is also very crazy, with a kind of unscrupulous publicity, not caring about the eyes of others.

In the greenhouse, more and more people gathered on the streets and at the windows, looking up at the tall tower that shone like a star.

An old man who was over sixty years old was sitting on a recliner in his room covered with a blanket, holding a glass of wolf's milk tremblingly and swaying slowly to the music.

"Avery, Avery!"

After a while, he slapped the armrest of the recliner and called his son's name with his toothless mouth.

"Forget about that broken fuse, this is the record I'm going to play on repeat at my funeral!"

In the ruins, refugees also gathered at the exit of the underground parking lot. They were also attracted by the sound and searched for the direction from which the sound came.

So, after a moment of searching, they saw the stage built on the lighthouse, and the seemingly absent figures on the stage.

The wind and snow were really strong, but this did not prevent them from seeing the dazzling light.

"Here!" After a short period of preparation, facing the howling wind, Liz pulled the guitar in her hand up and down, then let go of her voice and sang loudly with an expression of enthusiasm.

"I'm on the highway to hell

I will fly down the road to hell.

Highway to hell

On that hell road.

I'm on the highway to hell

I will fly down the road to hell.

No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down

No laws, no speed limits, no one can stop me.

Like a wheel, gonna spin it. nobody's gonna mess me around

Like a tire that keeps turning, no one can confuse me."

Her voice was so high, as if she was walking on a road to hell.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Facing a blizzard that could easily kill people, her body had already developed symptoms even with the protection of an electric hot plate.

But she still sang loudly and faced the waves of wind and snow without giving in.

So what if this is the road to hell, it's just a road trip.

Liz was never afraid, and she believed she would not die.

Because she is a madman, she can believe firmly.

She will sing until everything subsides, and she will sing until the disaster bows its head to her for mercy.

In short, it was impossible for her to retreat.

What a crazy song this is, flying on the road to hell.

Being exposed to such singing that resounds throughout the sky, people feel as if their bodies are trembling. (In fact, this is just a common physiological phenomenon when facing a huge impact.)

The whole city seemed to be roaring, the abandoned buildings seemed to be singing in response, and the earth seemed to be shaking, accompanied by the retreat of the wind and snow.

The deafening song was like a sharp sword, piercing through the boundless wind and snow, reaching the ceiling and penetrating above the clouds.

At the same time, it also seemed to lift away the fear in people's hearts.

Yes, everyone already knows this.

Someone is singing into the wind and snow, right outside this greenhouse, on top of that dazzling tower.

Some people can even see the two vague figures in the moment when the light gathers.

"Hey Mama, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land

Hello mom, look at me carefully, I am on my way to the promised land.

I'm on the highway to hell

I will fly down the road to hell.

Highway to hell

Highway to hell.

I'm on the highway to hell

I will embark on the road to hell without hesitation.

Dont stop me!

No one can stop you!

·······”

"I'm on the highway to hell." On the streets of Greenhouse, no one knew who was the first one to sing along softly.

Then, one voice after another sounded.

"I'm on the highway to hell

I will fly down the road to hell.

Highway to hell

Road to Hell!

Highway to hell

Road to Hell!!!

········”

The released singing echoed through the streets.

In fact, no one knows what exactly happened.

All they know is that they want to go crazy at this moment.
Chapter completed!