Crown of Silence

Chapter 175 There should be moonlight

"Let the strings of the harp ring, and please join me in lamenting and wailing!"

In the dark room, the red-eyed head was suspended in the air, and its distorted face seemed to be crawling with insects and snakes, constantly changing.

Right in front of him, sharp sacred music emerged from the ancient scrolls, resounding through the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of hoarse singing sounded from the depths of darkness.

In the distant 'warehouse', countless iron hooks hanging from the ceiling were swaying emptyly... There was nothing on them!

Those long dead bodies are now moving again! They crawl, squirm, and stagger, gathering outside the central agency and wandering in the complex underground palace.

Without exception, the eyes of the corpses all turned as red as blood!

When the chant sounded, all the corpses trembled instantly and turned their heads to look in the direction of the holy scroll.

The red eyes seemed to be ignited, releasing a burning red light.

The sharp and harsh sacred music echoed in every corner. In the sacred music, all the corpses raised their heads, opened their mouths, and sang in unison.

Singing the sacred music of depravity!

This is the result of the transformation of Red Eyes for so long, the choir of the dead hidden in the darkness, the choir from hell.

He doesn't care about the body, because every corpse he has transformed can become his body. Now his will has been pulled out of the body, flowing on these countless corpses, controlling them, thousands of people Like a person singing hoarsely,

"Let the strings of the harp ring, and please join me in lamenting and wailing!"

The song echoed in the darkness, causing all the royal musicians to suddenly raise their heads and look above their heads.

They saw the invisible darkness squirming above their heads, turning into a big mouth and reciting a disaster poem:

"The wheel of fate is turning ruthlessly, disaster is coming, and the pain is so great! There is no hesitation at this moment, the most fearless warrior has been defeated by fate, crying bitterly.

To give alms stingily is to extort greedily..."

"Boylen's Song," which requires dozens of musicians to perform at the same time, is gathered together among the roars, murmurs, and harmonies of thousands of mouths.

The depraved hymn aroused the darkness and ignited the mercury notes carved under the layers of stone bricks.

In an instant, countless evil fogs emerged out of thin air, completely engulfing the entire hospital. In the darkness, countless flesh-and-blood demon outlines danced and screamed, eager to condense into flesh and blood.

In the underground palace, silt dripped continuously from the top of the head.

A royal musician who was sweeping the outside noticed the coldness on the back of his neck and reached out to touch it, only to see a piece of squirming mud spreading on his hand.

The mud rushed up to the shoulders along the elbows, then penetrated into the heart, flowing in the blood, and wherever it passed, all flesh, flesh and bones turned into pure darkness.

He exclaimed and stumbled back.

His companion turned around, only to see the figure leaning on the wall, bending over and vomiting.

"Asa, what's wrong with you?"

The musician raised the wind lantern in his hand and shined it at him.

"I-I'm fine."

The man with his back to them shook his head, wiped the mud from the corner of his mouth, and breathed hard.

On that stiff face, a hollow smile appeared:

"Just...a little hungry."

Outside the central organ, layers of scarlet notes and movements emerged from the walls and ceiling, like tangles of tangles and vines.

The darkness swallowed everything, turning the entire underground maze into an alien realm. In an instant, the inside and outside were isolated!

This is a desperate tragedy dedicated to fate, a murderous sacrifice to the evil god.

The entire underground palace has turned into a huge quagmire.

All those who are in it will sink in the quagmire, struggling hard in a futile attempt to break free, but what awaits them is only despair.

——

"Just immerse yourself in hunger. You will be gluttonous here tonight. Everything is a sacrifice to the God of Hundred Eyes!"

The robin held the half of the 'beacon' in his hand, his eyes dark and merciless. But when she saw the two silent figures, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Holmes and Emperor Moriarty, these two guys... are serious troubles that must be eliminated!

"Red Eyes, first corrode the two people in the final laboratory. The beacon must be in our hands!"

Red Eyes closed his eyes, the scroll in front of him shook, and the chants made waves. The black sludge moved at his command like a torrent rushing along the walls.

In an instant, they spewed out from all directions in the final laboratory.

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In the laboratory, thick black mud emerged from the gaps in the ceiling, floor, and walls, changing shapes and eroding all living things in its path.

Ye Qingxuan slowly retreated, but his range of movement was compressed smaller and smaller. The corrosive power emanating from the mud had already made his eyes dim.

If it's really contaminated even a little bit, I'm afraid the result won't be much better.

However, at this moment, there is no way for him to leave.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.

This should be the case, right?

"It's still reckless."

He bit his lip and frowned slowly: "That 'professor' lady, please stop being in a daze, okay?

We can talk about things between us later, and we can talk about the ownership of the beacon, but now do you have any good way to make us run out? "

"Well, even Holmes is helpless?"

The professor chuckled softly, as if he was pleased by Ye Qingxuan's lowered attitude: "I have a way. If you ask me, I will tell you."

"OK."

Ye Qingxuan blinked and looked at him with big pure eyes: "Sister Professor, I beg you..."

"..."

Although he heard the cry for help, the professor did not feel proud. Instead, he felt a little clogged in his heart:

"Don't you guys have any dignity?!"

"It's just asking for help. It doesn't reach the level of dignity, right? Life is so precious, so it's not a pity to ask for help."

Ye Qingxuan turned around and punched his feet. The shock erupted and pushed back the black mud that slowly covered the surrounding area, temporarily maintaining this small foothold.

"In order to survive, I have done more despicable things than this. If you want to see my humiliation, you are bound to be disappointed."

"..."

The professor looked at his back, silent, but his eyes became complicated, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"If you know "Black Friday", can you know the advanced "Moonlight"?"

"In my mind, I can't move."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "That's a resonance-level score. I can barely decipher the prologue, but I can't understand the meaning."

"Where's the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant?"

"……At this."

Ye Qingxuan raised the back of his hand and showed her the ring that had turned into a string, and she started laughing.

"So, do you want 'same tone'?"

She looked into the boy's eyes, as if to find out the fear hidden in them: "If you still want to leave here, I can lend you my power.

As long as you are not afraid of being sucked dry by me, a demonic musician of unknown origin..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and held her outstretched palm. Her palm was soft and cold, but not scary, but had a vague sense of familiarity.

It’s this familiar feeling again…

"good."

he said softly.

"Then mourn your choice."

She licked her thin lips slightly and smiled: "Falling into the hands of the professor is much more terrifying than death."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and let her do whatever he wanted.

He could feel the cold fingers wandering around his neck, bringing a cold touch, and then, the sharp teeth penetrated the skin and penetrated into the blood vessels.

Life was sucked out of me.

He could feel that the blood was being sucked away continuously, and a strong sense of emptiness emerged from his heart, but Ye Qingxuan did not feel panic.

He played the melody of "Bolero" again, extracted the water vapor, and condensed it into threads of thought. One by one, the threads of thought wrapped around her body and connected to her body.

For the first time, he read the ether in the professor's body.

In an instant, his pupils suddenly expanded.

"Is this your heartbeat?"

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It was like suddenly hearing the sound of the tide, a grand symphony made when countless waves overlapped together.

The surging sound filled my ears, making the whole world fall silent.

This is the sound of her heart!

That sound rushed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the line of thought, causing his eyesight to go dark, and he had the illusion of an endless ocean surging in front of his eyes.

He was almost overwhelmed.

"Clear the mind."

She hugged Ye Qingxuan from behind, her voice became soft and delicate, and whispered in his ear: "Wake up Jiuxiao Huanpei, and I will cooperate with you."

The sound of the ocean tide was changing, and her heartbeat was approaching Ye Qingxuan's fluctuations.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that he fell into the water, the endless ocean, falling, falling, falling into the deepest part of the ocean...

The sound of his heart echoed in his body, and the sound of the ocean tide poured into his fingertips continuously, causing the string to release a scorching light and tremble endlessly!

At the end, a clear cry burst out - the new Yan language behind the curtain, the voice of the old dragon in the sea!

"Long time no see, Jiuxiao Huanpei."

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, and in his pupils was the phantom of the turbulent sea.

He lowered his head and saw the criss-crossing strings around him. Those silver-white strings were crisscrossing in the air, but the beginning and end could not be seen, as if they were extending from nothingness.

After a long time, Jiuxiao Huanpei was fully unfolded again.

The sound of the professor's heart was completely different from his original power. This time, the famous piano that had always been covered in dust finally revealed its magic.

Even the slightest touch of a finger caused all the mud to ripple.

Because those intertwined strings vibrated slightly and resonated with each other, emitting a pervasive cold sound.

With the synchronization of mind thread and blood, Ye Qingxuan seemed to transform into a professor, overlooking the world with her eyes.

He could hear the tidal waves of darkness, the age-old songs deep in the earth, the clanging sound of clouds in the sky...

There was also the sound of my own and the professor's heartbeats resonating in the same rhythm at this moment.

Ye Qingxuan heard her breathing, the sound of her blood flowing, and the vague melody humming in her throat. It was a melody engraved in my mind, an extremely familiar movement.

"Is this "Moonlight"?"

He murmured softly, closed his eyes, and plucked the strings in his hand.

In the etheric ocean, a ripple suddenly spread in all directions, brewing the power of a huge wave.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan forgot everything.

The moment the first note was pressed, his mind was occupied by the music in his memory.

The music seemed to come alive, slowly unfolding in the performance of the Nine Heavens Ringing Bells, pulling his will, guiding his body, and playing the cold and lonely melody!

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, concentrating, immersed in that incredible power.

Immersed in "Moonlight".

There should be moonlight.

——

In the dark underground palace, the frenzied hymns that were like the roars of tens of millions of demons reached their climax.

The darkness that condensed into substance contained the power from the evil god, with all the malice and madness in the world. Even a slight contamination would invade the body, pollute the blood, take root in the lungs, infect the reason, turn humans into demons, and turn reason into madness.

The indeterminate mud turned into the shape of twisted human figures, staggering, wandering in the underground palace, chanting crazy hymns in unison.

Under the influence of the song, everyone became crazy, unable to contain the mania and anger in their hearts. Some people have completely lost control...

But in the midst of the sharp and piercing hymn, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

It came from nowhere, but it lingered and spread in the underground palace, like a white spot suddenly appeared in the dark mud, extremely dazzling, extremely discordant, and extremely weird.

In the secret room, Chiyan frowned and suddenly adjusted the melody of the hymn, setting off a climax again, intending to completely suppress the voice of resistance.

The extremely crazy hymn drowned the melody, but after the peak, the cold melody reappeared and became even stronger.

It is brewing...

"What is this?"

Chiyan muttered to himself and opened his one eye. In his eyes, the ethereal melody glowed with a ray of light in the darkness.

There is light.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the central agency, where the cold piano sound gradually became higher, as if the long brewing had finally ended, and the receding tide rolled up the waves, pressing towards the crazy hymn!

At that moment, the frenzied rhythm was interrupted! A gap suddenly appeared in the sharp chorus of countless zombies!

Then, a ray of light lit up in the darkness.

"What the hell?!"

Red Eyes roared, and his perception extended in that direction along the hymn, looking at the final laboratory covered with layers of silt through the eyes of the zombies.

He saw that the darkness was disturbing and rolling like boiling water. Something huge was brewing in the darkness, destroying its blockade again and again, and was about to cruelly burst out!

"Holmes? What is he doing!"

He murmured hoarsely, intending to mobilize more power to block it, but the change in an instant caught him off guard.

Explosion!

In an instant, the dark silt exploded, finally revealing the figure of the boy, and the trembling strings in his hand.

And, something slowly rose behind him.

It was the appearance of some kind of power becoming substantial. It brewed from the darkness, but it shone with a palpitating flawless light.

Like a lotus, like a clear stream, like a mirror, like a phantom of the mind, like eternal melancholy, like the gathering of all the purity in the world.

That was a moonlight as pure as jade!

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, from a sparse and cold melody to a surging tide. That mighty melody gathered behind him, slowly lifting the empty full moon and rising it into the sky.

So, in the darkness, there was a radiant light!

Not blazing, not harsh, not violent, just cold, just shining, just selflessly spreading flawless brilliance to this malicious and frenzied sacrifice.

Just shining, Chiyan felt a stinging pain, and the eyes of the walking corpse he relied on suddenly burst, as if he couldn't look directly at the purest light.

The illusory moonlight penetrated the walls and tunnels, illuminating all the darkness from afar.

The moonlight was like a tide, but there was no thunder. Wherever it passed, the black mud began to tremble, boil and roll. Wisps of black gas evaporated from it and disappeared without a trace in the wash of the moonlight.

It was like a hammer hitting his heart again and again. The red-eyed man's single eye suddenly turned black. If he had not lost his body, he would have vomited blood crazily.

He could feel that the zombies and the twisted human figures were breaking and collapsing one after another and being swallowed by the moonlight.

Even the royal musicians who gathered together and isolated the black mud with various secret treasures and music scores were immersed in the moonlight-like melody, their eyes changing violently, sometimes ferocious, sometimes frantic.

That was the resistance of the will to the moonlight, but it was so rude at this moment.

But in the end, they all sat down on the ground in despair, with only a piece of silence left in their pupils and a drunken smile on their faces.

Immersed in this pervasive moonlight.

Pah!

In front of Chiyan, the "Calyxtinus File" shook violently, and a crack appeared on the old parchment roll, and the blood-stained words on it dimmed.

This treasure that had just been made with the lives of dozens of musicians also suffered a heavy blow.

But Chiyan had no time to feel distressed.

He was already busy with his own affairs.

The crazy hymn became wild again, like a surging sea tide, fighting against the moonlight melody with all its strength.

It still had the upper hand, still had an absolute advantage, but it could never suppress the moonlight melody.

No, it was worse, the moonlight... penetrated in!

At that moment, in the underground palace, countless zombies suddenly trembled and twitched. Every time they trembled, Chiyan's mind was shaken, and he almost lost control.

That was the shock between the body and the spirit!

The soft melody of the moonlight penetrated the bodies of the zombies and echoed in the brains of those who had already died.

A crack suddenly appeared between the body and the will that had originally merged into one.

The body that had already died and the will from Chiyan were originally two objects,

stirring each other, expanding the contradiction between each other, and wanting to completely separate them!

As a will that did not originally belong to those dead, Chiyan only felt that every time it was stirred, his operation and control would be more difficult. Every note sounded, hitting his most difficult place, making his mind constantly drowsy.

This move was simply vicious.

That guy Holmes actually wanted to cut off his origin directly!

Chiyan's broken face was distorted, and with a sudden roar, he actually cut off the connection himself and gave up a huge advantage. The most taboo thing in this kind of entangled confrontation is to be entangled. It is better to break it when necessary than for Ye Qingxuan to completely master the connection and control himself through the zombies.

That will be a big trouble!

His face twitched, a layer of sweat secreted from his forehead, and he gasped with difficulty. But for some reason, he felt something in his eyes light up.

He was stunned for a moment, and his whole body was cold... It was the moonlight, that damn moonlight!

What on earth is going on? When did it invade his will and plant this deadly seed deep in his will? !

He roared, and the "Calicistinus File" in front of him suddenly broke, and ignited without fire. In the burning, the evil god power contained in it poured into his broken head, transformed into a monstrous murderous intention and madness, using his will as a battlefield, whispering the flushing of moonlight.

But the moonlight was like a tide, drowning the darkness.

No matter it was overwhelming hatred, frenzied killing intent, or uncontrollable anger, none of them could resist the invasion from the depths of the soul.

Under the moonlight, hatred was soothed, killing intent dissipated, anger disappeared without a trace, all will and all emotions were assimilated by that moonlight.

Even fear disappeared without a trace.

The moonlight was like water, penetrating into his mind without a hole. It was not fierce, but like a divine grace, washing away the dark memories in his mind.

All despair and gloom were washed away, transformed into tranquility and peace, pure.

Chiyan only felt unprecedented ease and freedom. He got rid of the control of the evil god, and also got rid of the evil thoughts and greed in his mind.

In his eyes, the red color gradually dissipated and returned to clarity.

That clear eye stared at the moonlight and shed tears of repentance.

"It's so beautiful."

Chiyan murmured in a daze, intoxicated by this flawless moonlight.

In this way, he bathed in the moonlight and his last breath was cut off.

Eternal peace descended upon it.

He died.

"Beauty?!"

The robin curled up in the corner and made a hoarse sound.

No, he could not feel beauty at all. The blood of the evil god in his body was almost burning, stabbing his heart, burning his will, and tormenting his soul.

He felt uncontrollable anger, and... fear from the bottom of his heart!

"The Moon of Purification, this is the Moon of Purification!" He bit his lip and rang the strange legend that circulated among the black musicians.

And that man who looked like the god of death...