I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 703 - 419 The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words

Chapter 703: Chapter 419: The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words, asking for monthly passes!)_2 Chapter 703: Chapter 419: The Spirit in the Choir (5600 words, asking for monthly passes!)_2 However, the rehearsals over the past month have been a form of spiritual torment for the choir members.

This included the lead singer, Ophelia, as all members discovered that sometimes during rehearsals, a highly discordant voice would emerge within the choir.

Even occasionally, a member would find a strange woman next to them, who seemed to be singing as well, but the song she produced raised goosebumps.

If during this process, the member who noticed the extra person turned to check, everything would return to normal, with the familiar other members beside them and no anomalies.

Of course, this situation didn’t occur all the time; perhaps it happened once during the four rehearsals in a week.

Bernard, the person in charge of the Star Theater, had reported to the Half Moon Association and even informed other small-scale exorcism organizations in Saint Gala City.

Just like the Exorcist Organization in Great Capital Huaying, the Half Moon Association had to wait in line too. Bernard reportedly spent some money to advance one hundred spots in the queue, but a wait was still required.

However, the Ressa Organization did go to the Star Theater immediately. They waited there three times and noticed something strange once, but caught nothing.

Another small-scale Exorcism Organization claimed they couldn’t handle it and simply didn’t show up at the theater at all.

This was the last rehearsal of the week, and there were only two weeks left before the official performance at the state banquet. All members were under immense pressure, especially with the thought of that eerie presence that might appear in the team at any moment, making it impossible to settle down.

Ophelia stood in the front row because she was the lead singer. In the middle of the last song, according to the arrangement, she would step out of the team and go to the microphone in front, sing a solo, then merge her voice with the choir behind her, and after reaching the climax, they would bow and exit together.

This week had been fine so far, with nothing unusual happening, especially since Olivia, the choir leader sitting in the audience, was very satisfied.

If things continued this way, she believed that the Star Women’s Choir would definitely make a deep impression on the people from the Presidential Palace.

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The program consisted of three songs, named “The Little Girl Under Poca Mountain,” “Santa Lucia,” and “The Swan in the Spring.”

The first and second songs were purely choral, with just the arrangement separated into high, middle, and low parts, while the last song, “The Swan in the Spring,” required spotlighting the lead singer to seamlessly match the choir.

“Santa Lucia” was an a cappella choir piece, relying entirely on the choir’s uniformity and the rise and fall of pitches to move the audience.

And at that moment, on the stage of the theater, the choir was rehearsing “Santa Lucia.”

The choir leader Olivia sat in the audience, arms crossed over her chest, smiling slightly, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on every performer on stage.

Just then, Betty, standing in the second row on the right third from the aisle, suddenly heard an extremely discordant voice appear next to her.

Since the song was sung a cappella, the discordant voice sounded grating, so much so that even Betty’s own voice trembled violently, almost choking in her throat.

The woman next to Betty paused and turned to look at her.

“Stop!”

Sitting in the audience, choir leader Olivia naturally heard the abnormality loud and clear, but she didn’t seem to have heard the strange voice that Betty had. She just stood up and said, “Betty, what distracted you? Just now, your voice was like a pebble dropped into a clear-flowing stream, disrupting the choir’s beautiful melody.”

“No, it wasn’t me,” Betty hurriedly explained, turning to look beside her, where her usual partner Viral was, with no one else present.

Olivia was taken aback for a moment, as if recalling something, and asked, “Betty, did a discordant voice appear next to you again just now?”

Betty immediately nodded and turned again to glance in the direction of her partner Viral. This glance, however, frightened the young girl, Viral, turning her pale with panic.

“Dear Betty, why are you looking at me like that? Don’t scare me!” Viral said, trembling with fear.

Olivia cast an odd look in the direction where Viral stood. She hadn’t noticed anything before, but her instinct told her that it had always been Viral next to Betty, with no one else appearing.

If a strange figure had suddenly appeared among the choir, Olivia would have noticed it immediately, but she had seen nothing. She couldn’t be sure whether someone had been next to Betty.

Lead singer Ophelia then spoke up, “Ms. Olivia, perhaps we should end today’s rehearsal here.”

Ophelia paused, then added, “Just now, I heard it too.”

Her position was right in front of Viral, meaning if another person had been standing next to Betty, that person would have been behind Ophelia.

The goosebumps on Ophelia hadn’t subsided yet; the horrifying voice, which was more of a miserable howl than singing, clenched her heart entirely.

Olivia’s expression showed conflict. Bernard was insisting too much, placing great importance on the performance. But clearly, it was no longer conducive to continue rehearsing.