Crown of Silence

Chapter 284 Chapter 265 String your heart and my heart together

When he said this, his eyes became fanatical: "Think about it! Mr. Holmes, how challenging is it to deceive a real god?

The Shadow of Avalon is a blind spot for it, and it has no idea what happened here. If you are willing to cooperate with me, then we will definitely win! I will win freedom, and you will also gain power!

Win-win, isn't it?"

"You are crazy..." In the mist, the young man sighed softly: "Sorry, although I agree with your pride and motivation, please forgive me for refusing."

This time, he did not use the illusion, but answered in person.

Perhaps, this is a certain degree of respect.

"No need to apologize."

Naberish lowered his eyes: "I should be the one to apologize, I will kill you with your respect."

The ether around him was agitated, and he was about to activate his power to strangle the enemy completely. But the drop of blood in his hand that guided him suddenly became hot.

A cold and dead light permeated from it.

In an instant, the drop of blood seemed to turn into hot lava, and the moonlight burned his palm, hissing. It penetrated his palm and fell to the ground.

And a hole suddenly appeared in his palm.

Naberis instinctively tried to continue the broken music theory connection, but found that all his senses were cut off by the light!

He looked down in astonishment, looking at his palm. Next to the hole, the granulation was wriggling rapidly, but it could not heal the scar. He raised his palm, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at the through scar.

He actually turned the game around?

Through the hole on the back of his hand, he could vaguely see the surprised smile on his lips: It seems that this hunt is becoming more and more interesting!

The last mission, it’s great to have such an enemy! ——

The silent fog is like a dark jungle, and it is difficult to distinguish three steps away.

Everything became blurred and cold, full of murderous intent. It was like the best hunting ground in the world.

Hunters and prey seemed to be back on an equal starting line, sharpening their teeth in the dark, looking for the enemy's flaws, and then... defeating the enemy with one blow!

"Shiran once said that there are bitter fruits waiting in the long ascetic journey. I particularly like this sentence." Naberish suddenly asked, "Mr. Holmes, do you read poetry?"

"Never."

The response in the fog was short and erratic.

So, Naberish nodded sadly, "It seems that you are not a person who likes literature. So what about life? How do you view life?"

"Sincerity is precious."

"That's right, life is precious! For life, nothing is wronged."

Naberish smiled, as if applauding: "Then, Mr. Holmes, I am willing to take a step back: and you, are you willing to leave the Shadow of Avalon and never come again?"

"Sorry, I can't."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, nothing. I knew you would answer this way."

Naberish bent down, took off the iron box from his waist, picked out the accessories one by one, put them in his hands, carefully examined and screened them, and said in a casual manner: "You know, you are very famous. Many black musicians know you."

" Oh?"

"Normal people think you are like a black musician, and black musicians think you are not a normal person. But there is no doubt that you are rational. There are too few rational people. I like such people very much, because everything can be discussed. "

He was silent for a moment, and asked abruptly: "To be honest, you are very suitable for my appetite. Are you interested in being my student? Join my side. After 30 years, I guarantee that your strength can at least be on the top ten wanted list..."

In the mist, the boy seemed to be stunned, and laughed softly after a long time:

"I have a teacher."

"Really? That's a pity."

Naberis sighed and looked at the assembled accessories in his hand: "Your teacher must not have taught you-what special skills do the guys on the wanted list have. "

Bang!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and his blood rushed up, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Bang!

There was another low muffled sound, Ye Qingxuan's face flushed, and he gasped hard, almost unable to make a sound. Because his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

In the distance, in Naberish's hand, there was a metal heart!

The heart, which was made of soft and tough metal membrane petals, had seven orifices, like the holes of a flute. When held in Naberish's hand, it sounded like an instrument.

The sound was low and subtle, with a melodious melody, as if playing the song of life. But this song was desperate, it was a song of life that was about to wither.

Just a few short snaps of the fingers had already caused Ye Qingxuan's blood and qi to be in chaos, and his heart was beating wildly.

"You must not have personally experienced the battle of resonance-level musicians, right?"

Naberis sighed softly: "If the battle between musicians below the resonance level is to restrain factions, like a chess game.

Then above the resonance level, it is the confrontation and collision of musicians' heart sounds. Once your heart rate is mastered and defeated by your opponent, then you will have no room to fight back."

Ye Qingxuan leaned on the ground exhausted, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He was stunned when he heard the words, and asked hoarsely: "You... just listen to people talking, can you listen to heart sounds?"

"No, no, that's too natural. It requires careful calculations, a series of deductions, and a lot of experience. This is probably my unique skill, right? Because of this, I was called 'Hunting Heart' by the Holy City By'.

So give it up, Mr. Holmes. "

He lowered his head and looked at the metal heart in his hand, staring at the pulsating atrium in it: "Thank you for chatting with me for so long and allowing me to prepare calmly.

Now, your heart is already in my hands. "

"hey-hey……"

In the mist, the young man's feeble voice came: "Do you have bad thoughts about me?"

"To be honest, I don't reject intimate relationships between men."

Naberis thought seriously for a moment, nodded and said, "How about I wait until I see your appearance before making a decision? After all, everyone has a love for beauty."

"Hehe, you still have beautiful thoughts."

Ye Qingxuan coughed violently: "Okay, come here and I'll show you something good."

"OK."

Naberish said, but his footsteps stopped thirty meters away. Thirty meters, thirty meters... a critical distance.

"You want to show me your alchemy equipment that can release thunder and lightning effects, right?"

His expression was cautious, "Please forgive me for being timid. According to the information I collected, that kind of extremely powerful alchemy equipment should be a relic of the saints, right? It's better to avoid it... With that level of power, if you use it at close range, , although I have undergone transformation, I still can’t stand it.”

"..."

Ye Qingxuan cursed in a low voice, and the cane he raised weakly hit the ground: Sure enough, the same trick stopped working after being used too many times. This time the enemy is well prepared, and I am afraid that the House of Representatives has already begun to guard against its Eye of Indra.

"You tried so hard to knock me down, but you didn't dare to come over. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Safety comes first. It's just a few words of ridicule. It's not worth caring about."

Naberis lowered his head and held the metal heart in his hand, and murmured softly: "In my opinion, the current level is not enough. We need to be more cautious when dealing with opponents like you."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't laugh or cry: "How cautious do you want to be?"

"At least... I'll make you lose the energy to speak first."

Naberish's palm suddenly clenched, and bang, Ye Qingxuan's face turned green and red, he felt nauseous, and spat out a mouthful of thick blood, even becoming confused.

"You see, it's so tragic for someone whose heart is controlled."

Naberish's voice came: "The heart sound represents one's own life. Once it is grasped by the enemy, it means that life is in the hands of others."

"Yes, just like the relationship between you and your evil god..."

Before Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, he felt his eyes go dark: the intraocular pressure was too strong, and his eyeballs were about to burst. Under the guidance of the crazy beating of the heart, the internal organs began to rebel, and the blood, veins, arteries, lymphatics and spinal cord all over the body were affected...

It was easy for Naberis to kill him. All he had to do was grab the heart and play a few tritone intervals. Within a few eight beats, he would be so dead that he could no longer die.

But now that bastard gay clearly wants to catch him alive... What's more, he really can do it! Because Ye Qingxuan discovered that if he continued like this, he would really lose his voice.

He lowered his head, struggled to open the hidden button in his sleeve, and injected a cardiotonic needle, local anesthesia, and stimulant... The needle penetrated into the blood vessel, causing dull pain.

His heart beat convulsively, and he made a hoarse voice:

"Do you know...why I don't want to be a black musician?"

"I don't know, but who in the right mind wants to be a black musician, right?"

Naberis couldn't help but whistle: "Let me guess, maybe it's because of prejudice?"

"……wrong."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head with difficulty, but his body couldn't help but crawled to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

Naberis thought for a moment and then asked: "Is it because of ideals? You are not like those revolutionary troops who want to overthrow all rule, are you?"

"Hehe." The young man sneered hoarsely, weak and hoarse.

"Well, is it because of insufficient benefits? So you should be a core disciple of a certain school. Indeed, you must have taken refuge in natural disasters, and the contract signed with the Holy Spirit is more relaxed..."

This time, the young man in the mist didn't even bother to answer him.

Naberis chuckled softly. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's not because of interests, not because of prejudice, and not because of ideas... Hey, you guy, are you doing it to abide by the musician's oath?"

No one responded, and in the fog, the young man was speechless.

Even the sound of breathing was intermittent.

Once every few seconds.

Wait, how many seconds?

Naberis was stunned for a moment, counting silently in his mind: five, four, three, two, one, exhale, five, four, three, two, one, inhale... Soon, his expression changed drastically, and he broke through the fog, Rush to where the boy is.

There, there was nothing.

Only a coin with phantom sound magic was shining brightly, releasing the sound of breathing every five seconds. And just on the ground, you could vaguely see the blood vomited by the young man.

There are also traces of him crawling hard, bit by bit towards the distance...

And right next to the coin, there was the answer written down by the young man with blood on his finger.

Why don't you want to be a black musician? the reason is simple……

——Because you are too stupid.

Naberis's expression changed for a while, but in the end, he couldn't help laughing, laughing heartily, as if he had heard a great joke.

He was not angry, nor was he at a loss, but was full of admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"You actually ran away? Mr. Holmes, no matter from which angle, you are an enemy worthy of my admiration!" He stared at the direction where the boy crawled away, rubbing his hands excitedly:

"Let me see how far you can run!"