Crown of Silence

Chapter 131 Eye of Indra

In the night, in the chaotic streets of the downtown area, two gangs were at the critical moment of fighting.

Suddenly, a giggling black shadow swept past like the wind, passing through the scene of the fight, and disappeared before anyone could react.

Both sides were stunned at the same time, and the two bosses who were fighting bloody couldn't help but look at each other at the same time.

"Just now was that... an illusion?"

Just when both sides were stunned, another black shadow flashed by, and this time the two sides who were well prepared finally saw it clearly...

It was a naked old man with a white beard! ?

In the moment of passing by, the two rows of skinny ribs, the posture of running naked in the wind, and the thing that was faintly thrown out of the loincloth.

All were clearly imprinted in the eyes of the two bosses, and caused permanent mental damage.

In a strange silence, the two bosses looked at each other dully, and saw the grievance of their eyes being hurt from above.

After a long silence, a boss asked tentatively:

"How about... we continue?"

"Damn it, no more fighting."

The weapon in the other boss's hand was thrown to the ground, and he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground and covered his eyes:

"Today is simply possessed by evil spirits!"

The gangsters on both sides nodded with lingering fear...

That night, the two groups decided to give up the fight and go for a drink to clean their eyes, and then they met in the same pub by coincidence.

The two bosses who were originally fighting to the death talked about the phantom of the naked old man after getting drunk, and they were frightened and cried bitterly. In the end, they realized the beauty of peace, and both sides cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper to become allies and brothers... But that's all for later.

Now, on the streets of the downtown area, Mr. Holmes is facing the biggest crisis since his debut! -

While running wildly, Bai Xi, who was carried on Ye Qingxuan's shoulder, looked back and saw the ferocious old man chasing behind him, and his face suddenly changed.

"Cousin, you made too much sarcasm before you left!"

She turned Ye Qingxuan's face to let him look behind him:

"——The old turtle is catching up! What should we do?"

Ye Qingxuan looked back and was so scared that his hair stood up. He hurriedly increased his speed and comforted Bai Xi: "Don't be afraid! I see that he is old and weak, and he will definitely not catch up with us. Maybe in a few kilometers, he will die of gasping for breath!"

The boy's vicious curse made Pu Su Po, who was chasing closely behind, turn green with anger.

"Asshole! I, I won't let you go!"

Pusu Po's face flashed a fierce look, and his hands formed a seal in front of his chest, like a heart, and between the bounces of his hands, the 'heart' beat rapidly, making a faint drum sound!

The heart of the seal seemed to drive the heartbeat in his chest, and his exhausted physical strength was revived. He sang hoarsely to the drum sound produced by the seals of his hands:

"The great god is like a full moon in the morning, scattering light! The flames ignited by his abundant energy are like lightning that occasionally ignites in the clouds, and like a thousand suns rising at the same time, hanging high in the clear sky!

He sits on the bull, brilliant and bright..."

As the hoarse voice sounded, a golden light suddenly appeared behind the old man, like the sun. It was as if there was a virtual chariot galloping, and the speed increased again!

This is a hymn praising the majesty of the great god Shiva in the holy poem "Mahabharata". At this moment, under the hasty chanting and chanting of Pushu Po while running wildly, it was not interrupted and invalidated because of panting.

And he also consumed his remaining little blood and forcibly raised it to the level it should be.

Now it seems that this old man was not stuck in front of the barrier of knowledge and insight for so many years. At least he practiced all the music he knew and could play and sing it while walking, sitting or lying down.

Ye Qingxuan looked back and saw that Pu Su Po was getting closer and closer. He was frightened and hurriedly sped up. He didn't care about the cost and slapped the flowing notes on his body to increase the speed.

In the end, the old man actually flew into the air, like a sun in the sky, and suddenly jumped in front of them.

Under the background of the golden light, the old face was full of dignity and majesty.

"It's a pity that he is a pervert who runs naked."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed. Bai Xi beside him nodded in agreement.

Pu Su Po almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, his expression was full of hideousness, and the indigo face was like the anger of gods and Buddhas, and the killing intent was like a knife!

"Sherlock Holmes!"

He chewed on the name word by word, and roared: "I will tear you into pieces!"

Just when he was about to recite the music, start chanting, summon the divine fire, divine lightning, divine arrows and even divine cow dung, and compete with this damn black musician, he suddenly saw Ye Qingxuan jump back a step, holding the spherical saint's relic tightly in his hand and holding it high.

"Back off! Back off!"

He stomped his right foot on the ground, breaking the rotten wooden cover of the sewer, and pretended to throw it: "Otherwise I will throw your relic into the sewer!"

The sound of the Thames River resounded, causing Pu Su Po's face to stagnate suddenly.

"No!!!!"

His eyes were as red as a rabbit, and the ether condensed in his hand suddenly dissipated, and he retreated in a hurry: "Don't be impulsive! If it's gone, I will fight you to the death!"

He looked at the saint's relic in the young man's hand with scruples, fearing that Ye Qingxuan would throw his last hope in this life into the sewer if he couldn't think about it.

How much effort did it take for him to convince Sheilajita and the others to help him get this relic of the saint!

Being thrown away like this is all ruined!

"You keep the Eye of Indra! I'll let you go!"

He gritted his teeth and said: That thing is a sacred object of our religion, it is useless for you to take it. "

"Oh? So this thing is called the Eye of Indra?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the relics of the saint in his hands and suddenly realized.

This relic is the treasure left behind by the saint of India, the Thunder Emperor Indra, after his death. No wonder I felt electrocuted as soon as I bought it.

"But, who said it's useless?"

Ye Qingxuan shrugged calmly: "My chair was broken recently, and it just needs something to stand on. It's just the right size for me, so why don't you make it happen?"

Besides, I just calculated with my fingers that this thing was the reincarnation of my toilet in a previous life, so it was destined to be with me, so it would be better to just go with me today. "

Pusupo's face turned blue and red, her lips opened and closed as she didn't know what to say. In the end, she made a seal with her hands on her chest and the drum beat started again: "Holmes, you are looking for death!"

"If you have something to say, please say it, otherwise I will throw it away?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his hand an inch, and the corner of Pusupo's mouth twitched, with a fierce look on her face: "If you have the ability, throw it away."

"oh."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and let go.

At that moment, Pusupo's expression twitched and her eyes widened in disbelief. In the slowed down time, his face distorted and changed, first in shock, then in rage, and finally in extreme aggrieved pain.

Did he lose it?

Lost this little bastard? Really lost? !

This is a fucking relic of a saint!

"No!!!"

He forgot what he had just said, and even ignored the ether, he subconsciously flew towards the free-falling relic of the saint.

But beyond reach.

A few meters away, the small ball was spinning and rolling in the air, falling into the turbid sewer.

In mid-air, Pusupo couldn't bear to look at it anymore, her desperate eyes were full of hopelessness.

At the last moment, a delicate white hand stretched out from the side and caught the Eye of Indra.

"yeah!"

Bai Xi made a V-sign and threw the Eye of Indra to Ye Qingxuan. Ye Qingxuan rearranged his posture and looked at Pusupo who was throwing herself on the ground, almost crying.

"You bastard! You're a beast in the world of Dili!"

"It's just a joke, why are you so excited?"

Ye Qingxuan said, looking eager to try: "I think you didn't have enough fun just now, why don't we play again?"

"Okay, okay!"

Bai Xi next to him clapped his hands: "I promise to catch it, grandpa, you have to believe me!"

Believe me, you big-headed ghost!

Pusupo got up from the ground, her heart full of resentment and shame, her eyes cold. He finally calmed down and realized that these two bastards were just trying to play with him.

If he wants to play... he must be prepared to play with fire and burn himself.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Pusu Po asked coldly.

"That's right. Talk about it. Talking about it is better than anything else."

Ye Qingxuan slowly withdrew the Eye of Indra and asked in a cold voice: "Now do you feel the aggrieved feeling of being chased all over the street and unable to even understand the reason?"

Pusupo's face turned green and she suppressed her anger: "It's not impossible for you to want the Eyes of Indra. As long as you agree to one condition, I will tell you the activation secret language immediately."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, his expression changed, and he quickly raised his brows, as if he understood something, and laughed softly.

"What conditions?"

He made a bargaining gesture: "Let's talk about it."

"Kill the shaman."

Pusupo's eyes turned cold, and a flash of killing intent flashed: "Join us, kill the shaman, and I will make the decision to give this thing to you. I can even ask Sheila Jita to hire you as our worship master. Every year in Amrita City, I can also give you a share of the harvest..."

"You are joking?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Are you thinking too highly of me? I'm just an unknown musician. How can He De kill the former Dark Emperor?"

"I don't believe it in others, but for a black musician who can escape the search of Avalon's Great Barrier and sneak into Avalon for such a long time, it's just a little difficult."

Pusu Po said solemnly: "Mr. Holmes, you are here for the Blood Road, right? The shaman will not allow you to pursue the Blood Road. When he was still here nine years ago, all those who dared to explore the Blood Road and the Shadow of Avalon All the people were sunk into the quagmire by him.

Now if the shaman wants to rise, he will not let you go as the first one.

If you join forces with us, it will be beneficial to both parties. Besides, you black musicians... aren't you pursuing power? "

"Oh? That makes sense."

Ye Qingxuan's brows raised slightly: "It's just that using a saint's relic that can only be used as a decoration to paint a pie for me makes people underestimate the sincerity of Tianzhu people."

Pusupo was silent for a moment and made up her mind: "As long as you agree to deal with the shaman, I will tell you its secret language."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, not as a surprise, but as if he was expecting it: "Since you are so sincere, I might as well agree to it."

Beside him, Bai Xi pulled his sleeve hard, and said with his eyes: There is something wrong with this old ghost!

The young man waved his hand, signaling her to be patient, but Mosuo held the Eye of Indra in his hand, and his expression was extremely happy:

"What is the secret language?"

Pusu Po's face flashed with a strong pain, hesitated for a moment, and spoke a paragraph of Indian dialect. Ye Qingxuan was stunned when he heard it, and silently recited in his heart, and then reacted:

"--Don't let the three realms turn into ashes?"

Pusu Po was shocked, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes: I didn't expect this guy to even understand Indian?