Crown of Silence

Chapter 162 Riot

It was like a moment, the whole city fell into a nightmare, the original silence and tranquility were gone, but the nightmare was full of neurotic spasms and struggles.

The buildings were set on fire, and in the light of the fire, the streets were full of thugs with sharp blades. Some were shamans, some were from other places, and some took advantage of the chaos to rob houses and break into houses...

In the remote alleys, in the darkness, blood was flowing on the stone slabs. The corpse was dragged and thrown into the sewer, disappearing with the rolling muddy water.

Amid the roars and shouts, irrelevant people hid at home, shivering, covering their heads with quilts, praying that this long night would pass quickly, and praying that this disaster would not spread to themselves.

The dim lower city was turbulent in the burning fire.

Even Ye Qingxuan himself was caught in a big trouble.

In the alley, two figures suddenly rushed out in front of him, blocking his way. He turned around and looked behind him, and found that another exit was also blocked by two figures holding swords.

"I'm just passing by, there's no need to do this?"

He sighed: "I'm in a hurry to get on the road, can you not waste my time?"

The two strong men holding daggers smiled at each other, and someone slowly approached with fierce eyes. It seemed that there was no way to communicate with words.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing again, put on his deerstalker hat, and stretched out his palm forward.

Bang!

The man who came up seemed to be hit in the face by a hammer, and flew backwards.

The person stuck at the intersection was stunned, and before he could react, he saw the black shadow rushing straight forward, at an incredibly fast speed.

He subconsciously raised the dagger and protected it in front of him.

But the next moment, the arm that swept across bent the dagger and hit his chest, slapping his whole body against the wall.

Bang!

Dust flew, and the dagger fell to the ground and shattered.

The two people behind Ye Qingxuan were stunned for a moment, but they quickly reacted and rushed forward screaming. Ye Qingxuan turned around, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and chopped down!

In an instant, the fist hit the shoulder blade, and the sound of broken bones rang out. The strong man who rushed up fell to his knees on the ground, and the other man was also overturned by Ye Qingxuan and stepped on.

After embedding the bones of the Chainsaw Monk, the power provided by the Dungeon Gentleman was enough for Ye Qingxuan to easily deal with these gangsters.

If he didn't care about the consequences and output at full power, he felt that he would have no problem arm wrestling with an elephant.

A series of actions, dealt with four people, and he didn't even breathe. This feeling is really good.

The only flaw is... it seems that it didn't seem to be dealt with?

He frowned and slowly lowered his head, and saw that the men who had collapsed on the ground actually got up again, and one of them grabbed the knife on the ground and threw himself into his arms.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to hold the blade tightly, and the steel bones under the black gloves gradually closed and crushed the blade into pieces. Then, the sneak attacking man was thrown to the ground by him.

Bang! If it was an ordinary person, he would have fainted from the severe pain, but the guy just fainted for a moment and began to struggle again.

Ye Qingxuan acted ruthlessly, and this time he directly broke their right legs.

But the strange thing was that even though their right legs were broken and the broken bones pierced the flesh and blood, they still did not scream, and even did not slow down their movements.

It was simply unreasonable.

"What is this?" He stretched out his hand to poke the place where they broke their bones, but he could not see the pain, and his brows slowly frowned: "Is there no pain at all?"

Suddenly, he kicked the others over, lifted a man's neck, and brought it to his eyes.

In the dim light, he saw that the man's eyes were full of bloodshot, and there was no reason in his eyes. His mouth was full of alcohol, but that alcohol smelled bitter, like some extremely strong medicine.

"Banned drugs?"

He suddenly realized: "It seems to be the work of those Indians."

Just then, the remaining guys slowly crawled over again.

Ye Qingxuan looked at them like zombies and couldn't help but feel helpless: "Are you annoying? Do I really have to kill you?"

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, a person's head on the ground was crushed.

Bang! Bang!

Two more sounds, the heads of the other two people were also crushed to the ground, and the brains flew out, almost splashing on Ye Qingxuan's shoes.

In the dim firelight in the distance, a huge shadow that was so burly that it didn't look like a human walked into the alley, first stepping on several thugs on the ground to death, just like stepping on a few reptiles, easy and carefree.

When he walked into the alley, the narrow alley was almost filled with him, and the figure walking towards people made people feel suffocated.

Immediately afterwards, he took the guy who was pinched by the neck from Ye Qingxuan's hand, pinched his head with one hand, twisted his wrist, and twisted it in a circle.

Crack.

The ripe fruit fell off the vine.

The blood spurted out.

Ye Qingxuan looked up and saw the face of the person who came - as expected, he was wearing a funny and hideous donkey head mask.

- The butcher.

The butcher glanced at him, turned aside, and motioned him to lead the way.

The folded super-large bone saw was on his back, with layers of blood plasma dried up, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him. Through the strange mask, he couldn't see clearly the butcher's expression, but he just felt like he wanted to laugh.

The professor asked him to kill him, but today I took him to kill the professor. It was really interesting.

"Come with me."

He led the way: "There are many people near the chemical plant. In order to avoid attracting too many people's attention, I..."

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped and his voice stopped abruptly.

At the end of the alley was the light of a fire.

The young man raised his head and saw the ignited people running out of the burning building, rolling on the ground, and finally crawling towards the dirty ditch with a moan.

The movement stopped in front of the ditch, motionless.

he died.

Behind him, the whole long street was bathed in firelight.

In the light of the fire, the thugs with wild and dazed eyes swallowed the potion and indulged in the carnival. They smashed the doors from house to house and dragged out the civilians hiding behind the doors...

Ye Qingxuan sighed and could no longer lift his steps.

This bunch of scum.

-

When the fire gradually spread and illuminated the entire lower city, the noise was already filled in the sea breeze.

In front of Tower Bridge, the only passage between the middle city and the lower city, the guard guarding the gate looked at the burning fire from a distance and couldn't help but pull out his baton to be on guard.

But sometimes sharp-eyed people will wonder if their security is meaningful when they see the group of heavily armed thugs... As long as dozens of people rush over, this checkpoint will be completely destroyed, right?

Behind the checkpoint, the police sergeant on duty tonight turned pale.

Although he had already received rumors that there would be some unrest in Xiacheng District today, he did not expect that the unrest would become so big.

It was almost like the carnival had come early, the bonfires were lit, the cheering people drank and caroused all night long. But what they held in their hands were not flowers, but knives, and their faces did not wear decorative masks, but were covered in blood and turned scarlet.

"These thugs..."

He subconsciously took a step back and raised his voice: "The mounted police are all on alert. If anyone attacks the checkpoint, push them back!

Is there no news from headquarters yet? With things like this, are the higher-ups not paying attention at all? ! "

Before he finished speaking, the sound of galloping horse hooves came from the night behind him. He looked back as if he had received an amnesty and saw the black horse riding on it.

The messenger held the lamp in his hand high, lighting up the ground in front of him, and galloped on his horse in the dark night. The royal envoy's badge hung on his saddle. Occasionally it bounced up and fell into the light, reflecting a gleam of cold light.

He basically came from the upper town, passed through the middle town, stepped onto Tower Bridge, galloped on the bridge, and finally stopped at the gate in front of the lower town, raised the badge on the saddle high, and declared the order:

"Everyone withdraw their troops and retreat behind the Tower Bridge. Recall all mounted police and all members of the Avalon Police Department retreat behind the Tower Bridge!"

The police chief was stunned, "What about here?"

The messenger glanced coldly at the fire in the distance and squeezed out two words from between his teeth:

"——Lost the gate!"

"But……"

"There are a bunch of rubbish on both sides. It's best to die clean and let them go dog-eat-dog." He waved his hand coldly, signaling the slow-moving guards to move faster:

"Your mission is to contain the expansion of the riot. As for these wild dogs, let them fend for themselves and die cleanly!"

The Sheriff was silent for a long time, sighed, took off an ax from his saddle, raised it high, and angrily chopped it down at the cable in front of him!

boom!

The ax head penetrated three-thirds of the way into the wood, and the cable broke at the root. It was pulled upwards by the huge force on the pulley block, and the cable cut through the air, making a sharp sound.

Above the Tower Bridge, the heavy fence hanging high suddenly stopped, shaking off large amounts of copper rust and iron dust. The hub that had not turned for many years made a jarring sound.

With the sharp sound of metal friction, the fence fell from the sky and hit the ground, blocking the only road in the lower city and the entire city.

In the commotion behind the fence, someone screamed in shock.

The civilians who were rushing all the way watched blankly as the door fell from the sky, cutting off their way out, leaving only the sound of pursuit getting closer and closer behind them.

"Wait! Wait...we still..."

The panicked woman shook the fence with all her strength, her bruised face full of pleading: "Save us!"

In the distance, the group of thugs holding torches gradually approached, shouting loudly.

In the woman's arms, the baby woke up and started crying. The man next to him was also desperate and tried so hard to get through the middle of the fence:

"You can't just ignore it! Let us go! Let us go!"

"Back off, back off immediately!"

The sergeant panicked and shouted over and over again: "No assault on the checkpoint! No assault..."

He couldn't speak anymore, he didn't dare to look at those pleading eyes. He turned around with difficulty and looked at the messenger who issued the order. He pursed his lips and wanted to ask for mercy, but he didn't know how to say it.

On the horseback, the messenger seemed to notice his eyes, sighed, turned the horse's head, and issued the final order:

"——Those who gather a crowd to attack the Tower Bridge will be killed!"

——

On the long street, the burning buildings were extinguished.

There was deathly silence, with only the wailing sound blending into the wind, turning into a desolate melody that lingered in people's ears.

In the blood everywhere, a lonely shadow stood quietly in the middle of the street, looking around silently. Except for him and the butcher, all living creatures that could move were already lying on the ground.

Some were convulsing all over, their sanity was defeated by the horrific pain awakened from within, and they were immersed in nightmares forever, drowned by the black river.

Some who dared to approach the butcher were already broken into pieces.

Broken all over the ground.

The butcher was in the distance, grabbing the fish that had slipped through the net one by one from their hiding places, reaching out and gently caressing their foreheads, and then took off their heads.

Finally, he turned his attention to another street, still unfinished...

"That's enough, we still have our own things to do. Avalon is so big, we can't handle it."

The boy's voice came from far away, causing the butcher to stop.

The butcher turned around and saw the boy heading in the designated direction without stopping. A hoarse whisper came from the wind: "However, I at least understand a little bit of the shaman's thoughts."

The voice was low, cold, and resounding: "——This city should be cleaned up."

-

Soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered that sometimes it was really easy to have a monster like the Butcher come to help. The ghost hand is so old that it is difficult to let him do any work if he is still strong, so the butcher has no problem. He wears a donkey head mask and it is obvious at a glance that he is not a good person, so there is no psychological pressure when he is aroused.

I paid for it!

Although the money was paid by the shaman, after all, the direct employer was Ye Qingxuan.

Just after he determined the location of this generation of sewers, the butcher's strange power easily made a big hole in the ground.

The butcher put his head in for a look and then jumped out first.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan followed the rope and rowed into the darkness below.

After falling about ten meters, his feet finally landed on the ground. It was dark, nothing could be seen clearly, and the sound of the Thames rushing in the distance could be faintly heard.

The thoughts around him fluctuated, and he quickly explored the general situation around him.

This is indeed the sewer of Avalon. There is also a sewer nameplate nailed to the wall, with its number embossed in Chinese characters.

But it looks like it has been scrapped for many years.

In fact, this is not surprising, or in other words, Ye Qingxuan had expected it.

Since the founding of Avalon, the sewer system has been continuously expanded and maintained, becoming a large and complex system that sometimes even its builders get lost in.

New sewers were dug out, and old sewers were abandoned. Some of the abandoned sewers were sealed, and some were forgotten.

It just continued to be added and deleted over hundreds of years, until finally, it completely turned into a maze, and no one knew where its branches leading in all directions lead.

This is a paradise for rats and garbage, a place designed to bury dirty secrets.

The old lair where the hag originally lived was built by renovating an abandoned manhole in the sewer system. The smuggler who was killed by the professor was also tortured to death because of his association with it. It was probably his own fault.

"It should be right here."

Ye Qingxuan stroked the moss on the wall, twirled his fingers through his gloves, and felt the texture of powder: "Although I don't know what the professor is deliberately trying to find here, if you follow this clue, you will definitely find something. "

While exploring silently, Ye Qingxuan's steps suddenly stopped. He lowered his head, as if he could see clearly what was in front of him through the thick darkness.

Just in the corner, a weathered and decayed skeleton sat slumped on the ground, its head rolled into its arms with the fracture of its cervical vertebrae, as if grinning toward the sky.

But for some unknown reason, there was a faint bulge like a broken horn on the head.

All the bones in his chest were broken, as if he had been chopped to pieces by some sharp blade and had tried his best to escape here, and then had no strength left.

So I died in this dark corner.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and picked up the peeling bone fragments on the ground. The fragile bone fragments broke at the fingertips and fell to the ground.

"At least ten years."

Next to him, the butcher who had been silent all this time suddenly made a voice, his voice hoarse.

In the darkness, the eyes behind his mask emitted blood-red fluorescent light, as if he could see everything clearly in the darkness.

"ten years?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and couldn't figure out why there was a corpse from ten years ago in this sewer that had been abandoned for so long.

He waved his hand, and the breeze swept away the heavy dust on the corpse, revealing the tattered clothes underneath.

It was a thin jumpsuit with a weird style, like the clothing issued to prisoners in a prison.

Is the person who died here a prisoner?

Soon, Ye Qingxuan was moving along the sewer again. But for some reason, the further we advanced, the more uneasy I felt.

There was a strange smell in the wind.

"etc."

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and signaled the butcher to stop. He looked around and frowned slightly: it tasted wrong.

In the sewer, a breeze came from the darkness in the distance, and there was a pungent smell floating in the wind.

It's not a bad smell, it's not a sweet smell, it's something that often lingers in nightmares.

"Disinfectant water?"

Why does this smell come from this long-abandoned sewer?

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that he was in a trance. Broken images flashed through his mind. It was the memory that had been sleeping in the darkness that was awakened.

Pale lights, cold iron beds, people in white coats, sharp scimitar blades in their hands, and... the pungent smell of disinfectant.

In that unique pungent smell, there is a bloody smell.

The smell of blood.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan was horrified and turned back suddenly.

Just before he took action, the darkness suddenly danced, disturbed by the strong wind raised by a giant monster.

It was the butcher.

The butcher took a step forward and the bone saw in his hand suddenly unfolded. The bone saw, which was originally folded like a super giant razor, turned into a creepy giant dismemberment weapon after it was unfolded.

Chop!

The blood-stained bone saw swept towards the boy, and the sharp edge almost flew over Ye Qingxuan's head!

Bang!

It was like a water bag was cut in an instant, and a ghost thing falling from the ceiling of the sewer was almost cut in half by a bone saw and smashed against the wall, making a shrill scream.