Crown of Silence

Chapter 282 The price of sixty years

"I love being honest."

The black musician nodded in agreement, "I was just ordered to help the council, for example, to help the robin solve some problems. However, I think killing is not the only way to solve the problem.

Killing is a last resort, but never the best. Can you understand this? "

"I wholeheartedly agree."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, and suddenly a sense of recognition emerged, "But if you want to recruit me, then I'm sorry. I am not prepared to be loyal to the Hundred Eyes."

“It’s not like Baimu Zhe is the only one who has a way out for black musicians.

There are so many natural disasters, but in comparison, the Holy God in my family is the stingiest of them all. The longer you live, the less money you make, and the contract period is still long. If you don't pay attention, your life will be involved. The main business is still untechnical things like loan sharking.

To be honest, anyone with any brain would find it difficult to agree. "

The Black Musician smiled: "So, it doesn't matter if you don't want to be a believer in the Holy God. As long as you are willing to join the Black Musician, that's all. How about that?"

"Hey, give your life and future to a ghost..." Ye Qingxuan also smiled, "Why should I jump into the abyss for no reason?"

"Why do we always say this saying? - In the abyss, there is also a great future."

The tone of the black musician was meaningful: "If you are willing to sign a contract with a certain natural disaster, I can help. But for a person with great ambitions like you, if you want to sign a contract with a natural disaster, your goal will not be small, right?

Let me guess, among the top few beings... are the three pillar gods? Three wise men? Or four living creatures? I believe that people like you are good believers for everyone, right? "

"I reject."

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I refuse. Mr. Black Musician, who does not want to reveal his real name, I will not accept it no matter what kind of natural disaster it is."

"...Then, we have to use the most barbaric method to solve the problem again." The black musician scratched his hair in distress and sighed softly: "I obviously don't want this."

"There is a question I want to ask you." Ye Qingxuan suddenly said seriously.

Musician Hei nodded: "Please speak."

"Having been a black musician for so many years, have you ever felt guilty for what you did?"

The black musician was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly: "Mr. Holmes, in life, a person is destined to have a lot of guilt because of his own powerlessness. This is the original sin of mankind, and no one can avoid it except God."

"Is it?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Then I'll be relieved."

"Huh?" The black musician was stunned, but saw him raise his cane and knock it down on the ground in front of him!

collapse!

The falling sound was low and cold, followed by a sad and frantic melody, and the sound of despair filled all directions.

——The black torrent is coming!

The eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, the body feels nothing, the five aggregates are blazing... almost the heart sounds are faintly wavering.

The black river swallowed up the black musician's reason, but in an instant, the endless negative emotions in his heart were suddenly suppressed by force.

After only being confused for a moment, he woke up from the confusion. The moment he felt something was wrong, his hands instinctively closed.

Snapped!

There was just a crisp sound, but there was a roaring response from the void!

Thousands of tons of weight fell out of thin air, hitting Ye Qingxuan's foothold, smashing the rocks into powder, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground...

But as early as the moment he took action, the young man had already adjusted his iron bones to the highest output, and his figure popped back like an arrow, running away wildly!

That person did it as soon as he said it, without the slightest hesitation, and he actually did it faster than he did, and he was also better at escaping than he expected, but he disappeared in an instant...

"Hehehe, we met an interesting opponent."

The black musician stared at the direction where the young man was going, and was not in a hurry to catch up. He just stood where Ye Qingxuan was originally, looking at the gaps on the ground. After a long time, his little finger reached out and removed the insignificant blood stain. superior.

The drop of blood seemed to be alive, swimming around, winding around his finger and winding upwards, and finally reached the palm of his hand, pointing far into the distance.

"Run away, run away, run away quickly."

The black musician Naberish stared at the city shrouded in thick fog and chuckled: "The barbaric killing is too boring. If it were you, would you at least make this ascetic exercise interesting?"

——

In the fog, Ye Qingxuan ran for his life, panting.

Practice marathon, practice marathon, practice marathon...Ye Qingxuan, why don't you even go for a marathon? Are you okay now? You can't even run far...

He was mocking himself in his mind as he ran very fast, passing dozens of meters in an instant and rushing deeper into the darkness. His mind could feel that the strange black musician was slowly but surely chasing him.

But at this time when Lao Fei is needed the most... Lao Fei has gone to who knows where.

Then, you can only escape for your own life.

boom!

There was another low muffled sound, and in an instant, a dark wind tunnel appeared where he had just been. The violent wind tunnel instantly sucked the area within tens of meters into a near vacuum, and then suddenly exploded, and the air pressure soared to hundreds of times.

If Ye Qingxuan was a little slower, he might be involved in the purgatory-like violent changes. Instead of self-exploding in the vacuum, it was squeezed into mud under the huge pressure.

Changing factions…

Immediately afterwards, countless flies and mosquitoes rushed out from the cracks in the masonry and pounced on Ye Qingxuan. Ye Qingxuan's expression changed and he ran away again. He didn't dare try to see what would happen if he was bitten by those ghostly poisonous creatures summoned...

Summoning Factions…

Immediately afterwards, the land ahead seemed to be boiling again, and water ghosts covered in mud crawled out of it in a steady stream. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then sneered and rushed over.

Ripples spread from the phantom of the water ghost and the mire, and the illusion collapsed.

This is the illusion faction...

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan felt dizzy and nauseous, his heart beat like a drum, and the moonlight in his blood flashed and then disappeared spontaneously.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his breathing was not smooth in his throat, and he coughed up a large mouthful of dirty black stuff. The dirty black stuff was spat out on the ground, squirming like a living thing.

The Curse of the Psalm Faction!

Even through layers of fog, he can still cling to him, as if he is in control of all his movements. This is the detection of the Apocalypse faction.

And the panic and fear in my heart became increasingly uncontrollable, as well as the urge to despair and madness that I shouldn't have...

Ye Qingxuan suddenly wanted to curse: When did that bastard drop a hint to him?

This is the telepathic faction...

Transformations, summonses, illusions, chants, revelations, visions...

In just a few minutes, Ye Qingxuan was attacked by six major factions, and with only a hasty attack, he was almost trapped to death.

That damn guy has learned so many things! Except for the music theory of the Forbidden Faction, which I have never seen before, that guy is actually proficient in the Six Elements...

It's so boring!

"Mr. Holmes, is it possible that you were frightened?"

In the mist, there was a faint teasing voice: "Are you wondering now why there are such boring people who would forcefully study six... Faction?"

Ye Qingxuan leaned against the wall, panting hard but did not respond.

"Actually, it's very simple. It's really because of 'boring'."

Naberish's voice flickered from left to right, as erratic as a ghost. This was the magic of phantom sound: "To be honest, more than sixty years ago, when I was young...at that time, I was truly a genius. Absolutely. Bragging, just like you are now."

"hehe."

Ye Qingxuan popped out a coin, and the musical note just imprinted on the silver coin activated, activating the phantom sound technique and letting out a sneer. Immediately, the coin was swallowed by a giant snake sticking out of the mist.

A trace of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead: This bastard really has no good intentions!

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"It seems to make people laugh."

In the mist, Naberis sighed: "I once longed for power just like you do now, and for this reason, I did not hesitate to fall into the devil's path.

So, I became a black musician. There was no hesitation or any torture of conscience. This was a choice made after careful consideration.

For geniuses, the conventions and principles that ordinary humans adhere to are nothing more than jokes.

In comparison, Mr. Holmes, can you understand this? "

Ye Qingxuan popped out the coin and he snorted coldly.

"Unfortunately, I was too proud - I thought I could fool the gods, so I fiddled with the terms of the contract." Naberis sighed: "I succeeded and gained further benefits. Strength, and prevent his life from being controlled by the gods, gradually alienating and turning into a monster.

Unfortunately, I also failed..."

He waved his hand suddenly, and amidst the sharp music, a strong wind rose from the ground, brushing past Ye Qingxuan. Everything in its path seemed to be chopped by an axe, and fell apart.

"——This is the punishment given to me by the One Hundred Eyes. I will always be shackled at the resonance level and cannot move forward. It has been sixty years now! Sixty years!

Sixty years is too long... until I am extremely bored and have raised the music theory of six factions to resonance, until my brother who is far inferior to me has risen to become the king of black musicians, and finally fell into the hands of the saints... …

And I am still doing penance and atonement for my offense..." He paused and said in a deep voice: "To be honest, after I deal with you, my last mission will be completed and I can regain my freedom. "

In the mist, another coin rolled out, and a mocking voice came from the coin:

"So, you were just talking nonsense?"

"No, no, no, everything I just said is true."

Naberish's expression was solemn, but there was a crazy smile on his lips: "I want to play with him again! Mr. Holmes, play with him again!"

It's not terrible to lose once, but what's terrible is that you don't have the courage to challenge it again...

The last task I have to complete in my own way. I'm going to risk all these sixty years of anger to deceive a god again!

It has to pay for my sixty years of asceticism! "