Crown of Silence

Chapter 269 Weird Courtyard

"What do you want to do in the Royal Orchestra?"

Ye Qingxuan regretted this question as soon as he asked it, because this guy's face was full of confusion, with words like 'What? This is actually the Royal Orchestra! ’ surprise.

Don't know anything at all!

Then what use do you have!

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the broken alarm under his feet vibrating violently, making a faint and strange sound.

The sound spread very far in an instant, making his expression darken.

"No, not me!"

Seeing the change in Ye Qingxuan's face, Herbers screamed: "I didn't trigger it! It was someone else's alarm, someone else's!"

The cane on his throat pressed down, almost suffocating him, and a hoarse voice came:

"You have five seconds to explain."

"This alarm is related to another trigger trap. I don't understand what's going on..."

Herbers screamed incoherently, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know, there must be, there must be other people following us into this place!"

nonsense! I am not!

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and suddenly heard faint vibrations and collisions on the ground above his head, and understood what he meant: It seemed that someone had the same idea as him?

No matter what the situation is, there is not much time left for yourself.

He lowered his head and looked down at Herbers's tearful appearance, and sighed involuntarily.

Seeing his look, Herbers was stunned, as if he understood something, and exclaimed: "Don't kill me, I can give you the secret planting technique of my chant faction...I can also give you money, I have 60,000 lapis lazuli in the Order’s account, 60,000!”

He looked at the young man's face and tried his best to show a flattering expression: "I've heard of you. You are a vengeful evil spirit, right? You don't kill people..."

"Yes, you heard it right. I can let you go."

The young man lowered his eyes and slowly withdrew the cane that was pressed against his throat. Herbers was ecstatic, but then, he felt a palm pressing on his forehead.

"It's just that you followed those black musicians and did so many things against your will. Do you really have a clear conscience?" The young man's voice was pitiful, with a kind of overlooking indifference:

"I let you go. Will those who died in your hands let you go?"

Herbers froze, and his eyes full of joy changed. The flattery and respect disappeared, and they became full of gloom and malice. He looked up at the young man, but his eyes were pulled in by the young man's eyes.

Those eyes... seemed to be filled with the pain of hell. They were breathing fire. It was the resentment of the dead burning vigorously, glowing with a heart-stopping color. Then, the black river rushed towards the face, Swallow him.

In the wailing melody, Herbers fell to the sky and fell into an endless nightmare.

Ye Qingxuan slowly retracted his palm, turned and left.

After taking two steps, he paused and suddenly turned back, only to see that Hebbs, whose mind had collapsed, was twitching continuously, but his body turned into a stiff gray bit by bit, and in the end, he stopped moving. .

——Petrochemical.

The strange changes made Ye Qingxuan frown. He didn't know that his music still had this strange function.

If it's not me, then there's only one answer left...

In the darkness, the young man looked around. There was a sound of wind coming from the darkness, with a faint chuckle.

It was as if someone had been staring at him quietly since he entered the Shadow of Avalon, rejoicing for him, worrying about him, and applauding and praising his performance.

Maybe it's an illusion, or maybe it's not.

It was nothing unusual to happen in this evil place, so he decided not to scare himself anymore.

——

When he climbed out through the narrow entrance, he found himself in the backyard of the Royal Orchestra - originally a garden, but obviously no longer.

There was only a withered and dead rhizome stuck in the soil in various directions, looking like a strange handicraft made of wire in the dim light.

Lights, there are lights here.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the wind lantern hanging on the wall not far away. The light was weak and the lampshade was covered with dust, as if it had been burning for thousands of years.

In the dim light, the desolate garden exudes an unsettling aura.

Ye Qingxuan identified traces in the soil and found information about someone leaving, as well as several alarm traps. It seemed that the black musicians were really cautious. After arranging people to stand sentry, they also left several traps. .

Especially under those seemingly ordinary traps, the mind line actually detected a series of explosion traps - the ether filled in them was enough to blow up half of the garden into the sky.

Just as he tiptoed through the trap area, he suddenly felt the earth shake suddenly, and there was a roar from the door in the distance. The vibration almost set off the trap, and Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale with fright!

It would be really tragic if he died here for such an inexplicable reason.

He hurriedly ran to a safe area, closed his eyes and meditated, and his thoughts converged in the same place, drifting along the breeze towards the direction of the roar.

After bypassing many buildings, the length of the thought line was almost as long as sensing the scene.

The sensation was instantaneous, and then it was cut off without warning.

The water vapor thoughts were evaporated by the terrifying power remaining at the scene.

Ye Qingxuan's forehead shook suddenly, as if hit by a hammer. He opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat: At that moment, he saw nothing, but felt a dark mist.

The darkness was burning.

If he hadn't cut off the induction at the same time, the burning would have rushed into his mind along the line of thought, and it would be fun then...

If he died because of this, he might be listed in "The 100,000 Ways to Die in the Shadow of Avalon", provided that there are really descendants who are stupid enough to compile such a book.

It is obvious that the rash action of the House of Representatives has attracted a very scary big thing.

It is frantically attacking the barrier around the Royal Musicians Corps. The barrier that has long been unattended may not last long under such an impact.

There must be not much time left for himself and the group of black musicians in the House of Representatives.

So, what exactly do those guys want to do?

The moonlight around Ye Qingxuan shone again, making his figure so thin that it was hard to detect. He quickly followed the traces and chased after him...

When he thought about being able to get involved in such a lively event, stir it up, and feed some shit to those guys, he couldn't help but feel a little excited!

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In the dark building, the dim moonlight passed by quickly.

The illusion that Laura cast on him was obviously a very high-level illusion, which contained the interference-level music theory-the so-called distortion level, which is already the top of the resonance stage, from the "resonance" of the musician and the world, to the limited "interference" of reality, and then to the "distortion" of twisting the physical rules-the power of this stage is almost the top of the musician's path, and the next step is the unattainable scepter and the saint's path.

Especially Laura is still on the path of illusion materialization, and can convert reality and illusion at will. If it extends upward, it can enter the realm of "nothingness" and "non-nothingness".

Although this road is difficult to walk, its power is also terrifying.

The moonlight covered his body, as if pulling him into another world, and he could travel freely in this world.

While consuming energy intensively, he also constantly passed through various barriers and barriers. Most of the barriers set up by the Royal Musicians Corps seemed to be non-existent in front of him.

But as he walked along, his heart became colder and colder, and he became more cautious unconsciously.

His current location has entered the core periphery of the Royal Musicians Corps, which should be the side hall. In this ancient building, even though it has long been dead, it still has dim lights.

After burning for unknown years, there is still some kerosene left in the lamp, which is obviously out of the norm. However, the black zone has always been a place out of common sense. Although this is weird, it is not unacceptable.

But along the way, he didn't meet anyone at all.

He didn't meet anyone, but he saw a lot of ghost things.

For example, stone statues.

Whether in the backyard, the garden, the corridor inside the building, or even in the servants' lounge, lifelike stone statues can be seen everywhere.

They stood in different places with smiles on their faces, and maintained the movements of that moment. It was as if they were transformed into stone at the same moment, with no fear on their faces, but with a weird smile on their faces.

Their eyeballs could even move.

From a distance, they seemed to see through Ye Qingxuan's disguise, and their petrified pupils turned around, with nothing in their empty eyes, just looking at his face.

They watched him come and go.

Although they obviously did not move, Ye Qingxuan still couldn't help but feel cold in his heart - what on earth is going on with these ghosts? !

Along the way, traces of violent cracking can be seen everywhere. There are many broken stone statues lying in the middle of the road, and dark red fine sand flows out of the cracks. The fine sand floats in the wind, and it seems to dance in the dim light.

Ye Qingxuan covered his mouth and nose and walked away from him.

With his understanding of architectural engineering and his familiarity with the Royal Musicians, Ye Qingxuan's progress was ahead of the group of black musicians. This was all thanks to Ye Lanzhou.

Ye Lanzhou had not been in the Royal Musicians for a long time, but he always took his son with him wherever he went. Ye Qingxuan even remembered how to get from the conference room to the toilet.

However, the more he remembered their original appearance, the more uneasy he felt. Along the way, the clothes on the stone statues were all servants or nobles. No one was wearing the ceremonial uniforms of the Royal Musicians.

So, where did the group of musicians who were supposed to be here go?

While walking in a hurry, his steps suddenly stopped and he looked up at the wall. On the wall, the clock had stopped moving, as if it had stopped at that moment forever.

Eight ten in the evening.

Eight ten...

Ye Qingxuan silently recalled this time in his heart, compared it with the direction of the black musicians in the House of Representatives, and finally locked the destination in his mind.

——Banquet Hall on the third floor.

"You've come a long way to have a party and a picnic at lunchtime?"

He looked at the stairs and couldn't help but whispered, "Are you guys bored?"

Boom!

A roar came from the direction of the vestibule.

Smoke rose, and the smell of rotten iron sand came in the cold wind.

The barrier was finally broken.