The moment the tiger roar sounded, everyone was shocked.
Silence invaded the entire studio.
At this moment, everyone present could not help but hold their breaths.
Don't move!
He didn't dare to move!
He didn't dare to disturb the tiger.
When He Jiong heard the tiger's roar, his entire body turned cold. However, out of the professional ethics of a host, he continued to read.
He gripped the microphone in his hand tightly and tried his best to keep his voice from trembling.
"It's too late to say, but Wu Song saw the big insect pouncing over and flashed behind it. It was the hardest for the big insect to look at people from behind, so it placed its front claws on the ground and lifted its waist.”
Guo Huaijin first heard the shout of a brawny man turning over, followed by the sound of tiger claws tearing his clothes.
The audience's hearts tightened again when they heard this, because they seemed to have already seen the bloody scene.
"Wu Song only dodged to the side. The big insect saw that it couldn't lift him up, so it let out a roar, but it was like a thunderbolt in half a day, shaking the hill. He straightened the iron cudgel like a tiger's tail and cut it, but Wu Song dodged to the side.”
The audience felt that their ears simply could not hear it.
They first heard the sound of people's rapid footsteps on the ground, followed by a deafening tiger roar.
That tiger roar was even more shocking than before, carrying a kind of anger that would not rest until one was dead.
It was as if this long howl could split green mountains and shatter the moon.
Then, Guo Huaijin let out the sound of an iron rod colliding with a tiger's tail.
It was hard to describe that sound.
This was because the audience could feel a strong sense of ferocity and ruthlessness from the collision.
He Jiong's hands were already trembling slightly.
However, he forced himself to remain calm and continued reading.
"When Wu Song saw that the big insect turned around, he used both of his hands to swing the cudgel and used all his strength to swing it down from the sky. With a loud sound, the tree fell down with its branches and leaves. When he looked carefully, he could not hit the big worm with a stick.”
Guo Huaijin was a person, a mouth, and a microphone, but he seemed to be acting out the confrontation between thousands of troops.
Suddenly, the sound of a fierce tiger landing heavily on the ground and the sound of an iron staff breaking through the air could be heard from his mouth. Even the sound of the tree branches falling down was vividly simulated.
In the end, Wu Song's regretful sigh and the mocking roar of the tiger were heard by everyone.
Such a ventriloquism only lasted for a few minutes.
But to the audience, it was as if they had witnessed the battle of the century.
Guo Huaijin's every movement and every word he said were so clear, with a strong force that was engraved in everyone's mind.
As the story came to an end, Wu Song finally caught the tiger.
The final battle between the two began!
"Wu Song grabbed the top flower skin tightly with his left hand and sneaked out his right hand. He raised his hammer-sized fist and used all his strength to attack. After five or seven punches, blood gushed out of the insect's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. It was unable to move and was only gasping for air.”
He didn't know what was so wonderful about Guo Huaijin's mouth, because he could actually make so many sounds that ordinary people couldn't.
Wu Song's fierce fighting sounds, the muffled sound of fists hitting flesh, the tiger's painful wails, the sound of blood splashing on the ground, and finally the tiger's breathing.
The audience seemed to have witnessed this unparalleled life-and-death struggle through the young man's ventriloquism.
He Jiong's eyes were filled with admiration for Wu Song and pity for the tiger.
His voice fell again.
"Wu Song let go of his hand and came to the pine tree to look for the broken stick. He was afraid that the big worm would not die, so he hit the stick again. The insect aura was gone. Wu Song thought about it again and said,"I'll drag this damn worm down the hill." How could he lift it with his hands in a pool of blood! It turned out that after using all his strength, his hands and feet were limp and he could not move.”
The sound of the cudgel hitting the tiger in Guo Huaijin's mouth also became more muffled and heavy, as if Wu Song had already exhausted all his strength.
The tiger's breathing gradually became softer until it could no longer be heard.
Then came the sound of a heavy landing.
As the last line of text on the screen entered the audience's eyes, they seemed to see Wu Erlang lying in a pool of blood. The relieved smile on his face was reflected in the red glow of Jingyang Ridge.
Guo Huaijin stood with his hands behind his back and bowed with a smile.
He was met with thunderous applause from the audience.
Applause, cheers, the enthusiastic voices became louder and louder, as if they were going to drown Guo Huaijin.
Someone took the lead and stood up from his seat.
More and more people followed suit, and the entire studio was filled with enthusiasm, like a burning flame.
He Jiong also walked to Guo Huaijin's side, but he didn't try to calm the audience's emotions. Instead, he gave Guo Huaijin his own sincere applause.
After a long time.
He Jiong started to control the scene.
"I really didn't expect Huaijin to be able to master such a profound folk art at such a young age.
I feel very touched now.
I am not only moved by Huaijin's exquisite performance, but also by the wisdom of the countless ancients who created this traditional art.
Thank you, thank you Huaijin for showing us today how amazing our traditional Chinese culture is!”
He Jiong gave him a thumbs up.
Guo Huaijin looked at Mr. He's reddened eyes and patted his shoulder comfortingly.
However, this seemingly funny scene of a child comforting an adult made He Jiong even more moved.
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