Crown of Silence

Chapter 140 Who is the monster?

At the moment when Charles was shocked, the electric current had already flowed out under the guidance of the magnet, without even having to control it deliberately. They whipped the nearest iron product like a long whip - the screws suspended around Charles!

With a crackling sound, the screws that were originally under Charles' control suddenly broke away from control and shot out in all directions.

Fortunately, Charles had escaped from the splashing range a moment earlier and was unharmed. But then cold sweat oozed from the back of his head, and he quickly rolled over.

A current whipped like a whip at the place where he was originally standing.

"Wait! When did you learn how to cast so many notes instantly?"

"This morning."

The boy's voice came faintly: "It doesn't matter if you can interpret it, I can cast it quickly anyway!"

"Your move has no technical content at all!"

"What technical content is needed? As long as I can beat you!"

Then, a blazing flame swept past him, hit the barrier formed by the 'qi', and disappeared without a trace. The corner of Charles' mouth twitched, and his figure suddenly blurred.

Notes. Hazy.

Then, the frost ray passed by. As he staggered back, Ye Qingxuan pressed forward step by step, making Charles in danger, and his expression finally became slightly serious.

Even though he had expected it, he couldn't help but sweat: with such a relentless style, if he really defended blindly, he might be caught by him and turn the tables.

He interpreted the boy's offensive, retreated while dodging, and left a series of 'notes. shackles' traps under his feet.

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped abruptly at the edge of the trap, and Xiaer said, "It's really unpleasant to fight with such a fast-learning guy. Unfortunately, with my senior brother's many years of experience, he can crush you!

Then his face changed: "This trick again? Come again?"

"It's okay as long as it works!"

The boy behind the trap threw a ball of fierce light, and then the mirror matrix unfolded, and the fierce light covered Xiaer's eyes.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, concentrating on reading Ye Qingxuan's ether, and smiled: Sure enough, it's almost impossible to maintain it. Junior brother, you are still too young...

During the strong attack, Ye Qingxuan's movements stagnated for a moment, and the ether on his body began to dissipate?

Seizing this gap, Xiaer did not retreat but advanced, even though his eyes could not see anything clearly, but the musical notes in his hand were directly printed on the boy's chest!

In an instant, the collision of "qi" and "flow" set off a surging wave of air!

Bang!

Wait, this feeling seems to be wrong?

He opened his dazzled eyes and saw Ye Qingxuan flying backwards... In mid-air, Ye Qingxuan's body cracked and turned into broken lenses.

That was the phantom created by the note mirror.

Just after the phantom was blown away, the boy who had finished standing in a horse stance was revealed. He stared at Charles's stunned expression and smiled.

"Yo!"

He fell into the trap...

The corner of Charles' mouth twitched, and then, his eyes blurred, and he saw only the shadow of a fist that was constantly enlarging...

Bang!

Charles fell backwards, and his eyes were dark.

-

When he woke up, it was already night, and the beef stew in the pot was gurgling and exuding the aroma of meat. He heard the sound of his stomach rumbling.

Hungry.

He struggled to get up from the sofa, rubbing his aching cheeks: "Wow, we are all brothers, do you have to be so cruel?

You deliberately seduced me over, and then put on airs and used fists? Do you still have the dignity of a musician!"

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes: "Knowing that your sensitivity and control are many times more than mine, and you know my strategy clearly... Why would I stupidly compete with you in notes? Am I mentally retarded?"

"Ability is improved through tempering!"

"Forget about such tempering."

Ye Qingxuan slapped a bowl of stewed beef in front of him and said with concern: "Eat it while it's hot, it will be bad if it gets cold."

Xia was immediately touched: "It's rare that you still care about me, brother."

"No, I just don't want to waste time."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and raised a set of pink women's clothes: "After all, you still have a little skirt to wear after eating..."

--

Half a day ago, it was an ordinary afternoon.

The clock shop was still filled with ticking sounds, peaceful and quiet - naturally, today was another day with no business.

However, the boss didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and was still drinking afternoon tea leisurely. Sometimes he would raise his head and talk to the little girl who was reading behind the counter.

Most of the content was bland, such as whether the ice cream cart was open today, and that the old man deserved not to make money.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, an old man with a black glove on one hand pushed the door in and chatted with him for a while. The conversation seemed to be between pleasant and unpleasant.

Soon, he left.

Watching him leave, Hermes shook his head and said, "It seems that the old shaman is serious. I underestimated him.

Is this guy really not afraid that the royal family will be angry and drive him out again, or is he sure that the majesty is cursed recently and has no time to care about him?

However, his declaration of war has already forced those guys to jump over the wall. Now, I'm afraid they have reached the point where they don't hesitate to borrow foreign aid. At this time, even if it is the power of the evil god, those guys who are red-eyed at losing will hold their noses and drink it, right? "

"It's so noisy."

The girl behind the counter looked up expressionlessly: "I'm studying."

"...After not seeing each other for a few days, you have turned into a reserve musician who loves learning? What a joy to the teacher!"

Hermes pretended to be moved and waved to cheer: "You must cherish life and study hard, and don't be like your monster cousin."

"Um?"

"Hehe, please don't take it personally if you make a mistake occasionally." Hermes shrugged.

"If you want to speak, say it all."

Bai Xi frowned: "Or just don't say it at all."

Hermes sighed and raised his hands in surrender: "Bai Xi, do you feel that you lack understanding of your cousin?"

"What's the meaning?"

"That's literally what it means."

Hermes shrugged: "Although they have the same white hair, the same age, speak the same language, and they even smile very much alike.

But has there ever been a moment when you felt that you never understood him? "

"No."

"Did you not feel it, didn't discover it, or didn't think about it at all?"

Hermes raised his eyes: "You should have noticed it. You noticed it better than anyone else - that guy's abnormality."

Bai Xi fell silent.

Silence returned to the clock shop.

-

Amidst the faint ticking sound, Hermes lowered his head and stared at the teacup in his hand.

In the afternoon sunlight, dark red tea rippled in the exquisite bone china teacup, and the reflected light was like blood.

Although it is such an exquisite and beautiful afternoon tea, it somehow evokes such a gloomy association. Perhaps this dark aura comes from its owner, the seemingly smiling young man.

The sunlight outside the window fell on his long hair, making it look like forged gold wire, indescribably luxurious and beautiful. But his eyes were dark, like clouds lingering in hell, lingering in those emerald eyes.

He asked: "Bai Xi, was there that moment when you felt you understood 'death'?"

"What's the meaning?"

“If I can barely describe it, it’s probably an immersive experience – just like you understand what fire is and what iron is, people will eventually truly understand what ‘death’ means.

This experience may come from a funeral, a corpse, or a sad story. Or it comes from the death of a loved one, or... it comes from one's own personal experience.

Answer me, have you ever felt like this? "

Bai Xi nodded silently.

Hermes laughed.

"Then you will know how fragile human beings are."

He looked at the passers-by outside the window, looked at the faces, and then laughed, with a hint of ridicule:

"Whether you are a good person or an evil person, when you truly understand 'what is death', you will have a kind of understanding - you will see your own fear and insignificance, your own loneliness and powerlessness, and you will also See your true self.

Like a wild animal staring at its reflection in the water.

Only through real experience can human beings discover that the principles, principles and bottom lines they believe in are nothing more than dust compared to them.

There is no better teacher than death.

It is greater than all the stars and all morality combined, more inescapable than food and love, more inescapable than fate and hatred...

——If there is an eternal truth for human beings in this world, then I believe it must be ‘death’.

That’s why the first three kings wrote it into their oath, haven’t you seen it before?”

"——All things are from birth to death, only the Great Source is eternal."

Bai Xi murmured to himself.

"Yes, nothing can escape death. This is the destiny of human beings."

Hermes snapped his fingers in appreciation: "In order to avoid its arrival, humans can pay any price and do any cruel thing.

Since ancient times, most of the sins committed by human beings have originated from this: in the eyes of some people, it is not an exaggeration to commit countless evil deeds in order to survive.

In order to protect one's own life, it is understandable even if you make mistakes that the whole world cannot tolerate, right? "

Bai Xi said nothing, but Hermes read the answer in her eyes.

He said softly:

"——This is the most terrifying thing about Ye Qingxuan."

In silence, Bai Xi was stunned:

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Don't you understand, or don't you want to understand?"

Hermes sneered: "Have you not seen it before?

Your cousin has had countless brushes with death. Even after coming to Avalon, he has never lacked near-death experiences.

It can even be said that his life was spent dancing side by side with death. He was closer to death than anyone else, and he went deeper into the essence of death.

But the scary thing is that he turned a blind eye to those things.

It would be great if he became a murderous madman, and it would be natural if he became a cold-blooded butcher, but...

——Those fears and death have never changed him in the slightest!

Even though countless people held sharp blades to threaten his life, he was chased by monsters one after another, and he stepped into hell from the human world after entering the bloody road... he still did not change at all.

So much pain did not change him, and so much happiness did not change him. He did not float up, nor did he fall down... What was hidden in his heart? "

Hermes' eyes were dark, as if he was staring into the abyss.