Crown of Silence

Chapter 265 The Bizarre Adventure of Revenge of Evil Spirits

"pretty close."

Laura seemed to have peeked into his mind and chuckled: "Then let's get down to business."

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt dizzy, a strange auditory hallucination came to his ears, and a vague numbness spread throughout his body. This is a sign that external forces are taking control of your body.

His eyes went dark, then lit up again, as if a ray of moonlight lit up in his eyes.

"How is it? Are my eyes good?" Laura asked.

"so so."

Ye Qingxuan spoke hard, looked around, and frowned slowly.

Under the piercing light of those eyes, layers of distorted notes appeared on the blood-covered walls, the ground, and the withered corpses.

The parasite-like squirming notes have lost control and support and are slowly dissipating. The original huge scale can be vaguely seen - countless black notes penetrated the poor victims, connecting them together like iron chains, forming a huge ceremony.

Right in the center of the ceremony, in the middle of dozens of layers of concentric circles, was engraved an extremely strange badge: a huge eye pupil containing dozens of small compound eyes, as if they were swimming around and devouring each other, carrying with them Cold malice.

——The eye of the eye.

"It seems right, Laura."

Ye Qingxuan squatted down and looked at the badge of the Hundred-Eyed Master: "The people in the House of Representatives and the followers of the Hundred-Eyed Master have colluded together and are starting to think of ways to open the passage."

Laura was silent, and after a long time, she sighed softly.

"No, maybe... it's worse than this." She said, "They also have markers in their hands. They just passed this ceremony and sent a group of people into the Shadow of Avalon."

"Beacon?"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt a heat in his arms, and the bloody conch vibrated faintly, glowing slightly.

There is a song ringing in the conch, and the song seems to come from thousands of miles away, lingering in people's ears, extremely ethereal, but clearly audible.

"...The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in her dream..."

"Laura, do you hear the singing?"

"What song?"

Laura noticed something was wrong and suddenly became shocked: "The ritual still has residual power, be careful not to respond to Avalon's call."

"...You said it was too late."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "This thing seems to be automatic."

In his hands, the bloody conch became hotter and hotter, with a faint twisted firelight glowing in it, spontaneously responding to the song. The singing was getting closer, but Laura's voice quickly became distant.

The connection was rapidly blurring, becoming intermittent, and only a cacophony of false tones could be heard.

In the silence, the thick fog swept in like a sea tide and engulfed him. There was only a blur of whiteness all around, vaguely hiding something, but he couldn't see it clearly.

And in the beacon, the fire became brighter and brighter, dispersing the fog, allowing him to see clearly the bloody river under his feet.

Bloody road.

Originally, Laura gave him the Beacon so that he could hone the foundation of the telepathic faction through those nightmares. Moreover, it is also an extremely excellent amplifying item that can have different amplifying effects on the movements of each faction.

But he didn't expect that he would be dragged into this again.

"Eh? Why do you say again?"

Ye Qingxuan said to himself, he couldn't help but say bad things: How unlucky do you have to be to be dragged here so many times in a row? !

What the guys in the House of Representatives dreamed of, but it was too late for me to hide.

With things at this point, there is obviously no way out.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, the connection between himself and Laura has not been completely severed. After all, she has sucked so much blood from herself. When necessary, she can use the beacon as a hub to synchronize and borrow part of her power.

Today is the full moon.

Lola was in her prime.

A scepter-level reservist who is far above the resonance level, interference level, and distortion level. Thinking about it, having such a big shot standing behind him, he feels quite safe.

"Although I don't know if you can hear what I say, but it seems that there is no other way at the moment. After all, I have come..."

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I'll go with you first and see if there's any way to leave. Maybe we can get some help. Please pay attention to synchronization support at any time."

He said it three or four times, and Laura on the other end seemed to hear it. The noise gradually disappeared, and only some news was faintly transmitted.

"Well, I just took it as what you said was 'be careful'."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged and activated the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant. The long-lost black iron cane popped out of his hand and hit the stone slab under the bloody road, the echo was sonorous and low.

"Then, what follows is a fantastic adventure of revenge against evil spirits... Well, if it can be drawn into a comic strip, maybe there will be more than seven or eight books and it will be very popular, right?"

He raised the blood road sign and walked forward along the blood road with the ray of light.

However, as he walked, his feet suddenly stopped.

With a snap of his fingers, a bubble-shaped light lit up, illuminating the incomplete wall in front of him and the extremely smooth crack on the wall.

It looked like the scratches of a wild beast, or the scars left by an extremely terrifying weapon that had been chopped with all its strength.

Ye Qingxuan walked in expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and stroked the crack, without feeling any broken pieces or other cracks - it was natural! It was as if it had always existed on this wall, and had been planned since it was built, and existed on the design drawings.

But it wasn't.

It was grabbed out by bare hands.

If Ye Qingxuan remembered correctly, among the people he had seen, only one person had such a skill...

"The Ripper?"

He said to himself: "When did he get involved with the people in the House of Representatives?"

There was no doubt that this was bad news.

He raised his guard, accelerated, and continued to move forward.

In the thick fog, he walked farther and farther on the bloody road.

Until finally, the fog became thinner and thinner, and the faint blue moonlight penetrated the fog and fell on his shoulders.

The blue moon.

The moonlight, which represented disaster and destruction, shone on the shoulders of the young man, and also illuminated the hideous silhouette of the huge city in the distance.

Under the moonlight, the city that pierced the sky was sleeping in the darkness, exuding a dark atmosphere. The dark city gates covered with rust opened wide, and the wind of decay blew in.

All the layouts, all the details, and the outlines of everything were similar to Avalon, as if he had come to a city thousands of years later in an instant, and witnessed with his own eyes this city immersed in death and destruction.

"Yo!"

Ye Qingxuan stared at the dark city in front of him and waved his hand: "See you again, how are you doing recently?"

No one responded.

Under the moonlight, a huge black shadow of a giant bird suddenly rose from the darkness, passed through the moonlight, and hovered in the sky. The outline looked like a deformed moth, screaming sharply in the air, and finally fell into the darkness again.

The azure moon was hanging high, and the moonlight in Ye Qingxuan's eyes was also brighter. With that bit of moonlight, even at a very long distance, he could observe the ether fluctuations on the strange bird.

Powerful and violent, with a hint of madness that could spread at any time and tear apart all living things. Around it, the air was twisted faintly.

The power of ether forcibly twisted reality, turning it upside down. Otherwise, how could it fly with those deformed wings?

Although I don't know what the hell this thing is, if I want to deal with it, it is absolutely a death wish to be at the resonance level.

"I haven't even entered the door yet, and you've given me a warning?"

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, stopped in front of the door, and stared at the long darkness inside. This city gave him a too weird feeling, like a living thing, greedily opening its huge mouth, waiting for anyone to come, and can't wait to swallow all life into its stomach.

Anyone with a little bit of reason will start to reconsider whether they are dying. But Ye Qingxuan thought about it and always felt a little indignant:

Can the House of Representatives go, but I can't?

Are you kidding?

The young man laughed, picked up his cane and hummed a song, stepped on the moonlight and blood road, and strode into the city gate.

In the deepest part of the dark city, a bell suddenly rang, as if welcoming the arrival of guests.

Like crying and complaining.

——

The city gate corridor was only a short period of darkness, but when Ye Qingxuan walked into the moonlight again, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The darkness in the corridor was too sticky and faintly suffocated.

Walking into it was like walking into a quagmire, making people feel uncomfortable all over. But the weird streets behind the city gate were not much better.

The blue moon was hanging high, and the houses on both sides of the street were dilapidated and miserable, barely maintaining their original skeletons, but they were no different from ruins. There were wreckage all over the ground, and you could vaguely see the messy stalls and the wreckage of the roadside carriages.

All the living things seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving this city to decay for thousands of years. But in memory, Avalon was still thriving during the day.

In contrast, people suddenly felt confused and couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

In contrast, the corpse hanging in front of him was much more intimate.

Yes, a corpse.

It was obvious that he had just died. If you reached out and touched it, it should still be hot.

In the cold moonlight, a corpse in a red robe was hung on the wall by rotten iron chains, waving in the wind. The dry arms seemed to wave to this latecomer.

On his chest, the emblem of the Hundred Eyes - the Eye of the Eye had been torn to pieces, leaving only a burnt black.

In the endless night, he swayed in the wind, and the mandible hanging under his neck also swayed, echoing the song in the wind.

The song sang softly:

"The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in her dreams. We have power and the ocean, where should we wander? Yo ho, thousands of hands, hoist the sails high, pull, thieves and beggars, we will get eternal life..."

In death, get eternal life.

——

Sorry, I'm a bit stuck in writing, so I haven't updated much in the past two days. I'll try to write more after I get things sorted out.