Crown of Silence

Chapter 285 The most dangerous place is definitely not the safest place

How far can you run?

Of course, you can run as far as you can!

After escaping from Naberish's interference area, Ye Qingxuan's heart has returned to normal and no longer beats like crazy, but his condition is still not much better.

It can be said that it is horrible.

There is a widely circulated piece of music among the black musicians, called the devil's whisper. It can make the ether vibrate and release terrifying sounds that humans cannot hear. In that sound, the capillaries under the skin of all creatures will burst. The internal organs will also be disturbed by the sound waves, running in disorder, and finally explode inside. The whole person's appearance is swollen into a giant because of the burst blood vessels, but the inside has rotted into a mass of paste.

Naberish's move is not inferior to its effect at all, and it is even more targeted than that-it acts directly on the heart sound, and does not reach the resonance level, and there is no way to resist.

Now I am afraid that I have internal bleeding.

In addition to the stimulants and hemostatic potions that strengthen his physical strength, he drank the healing potions given by Laura without paying, just like drinking water.

The side effect of a large amount of potions is blurred mind. He is now completely like drunk, and can no longer maintain the rationality he is proud of.

In fact, his ability to escape has nothing to do with his rationality.

Instead, he relied on the coat that he had ignored for a long time and had gradually become useless recently - the Dungeon Gentleman. This piece of equipment carefully crafted by Charles is not alchemical equipment, and its quality can only be said to be average, and it can only provide defense for key parts.

But its essence is Charles' masterpiece in mechanical dynamics, a close-fitting simplified metal skeleton - Iron Bone. After integrating the technology of the Chainsaw Monk, it can provide Ye Qingxuan with dozens of times more power assistance than ordinary people, making up for his fatal physical defects.

It is also here that he saved his life.

He has no strength, but fortunately, Naberis's heart sound interference does not work on steel. With the help of the ‘Iron Bone’, he managed to crawl out of the range of the upper heart sound interference.

Although the slutty senior brother is usually unreliable, he can really save lives at critical moments...

Ye Qingxuan has never thanked Charles so sincerely. In his heart, Charles has become a little angel with a halo on his head and two chicken wings on his back.

Little angel Charles... Hey, it's quite exciting to think about it this way.

Slow thinking, erratic, and difficult to concentrate are also one of the side effects. Ye Qingxuan feels like he has taken a ‘mandala’, and all kinds of illusions have begun to appear in his mind uncontrollably.

In the thick fog, he staggered on the street, relying on all his rationality to avoid the demons wandering on the street, and instinctively wanted to find a safe place.

Along the way, there were dangers everywhere, and every step was thrilling. He brushed past the trembling breath several times. He hid in the dark, not daring to see what kind of demons were wandering on the street.

After an unknown period of time, his footsteps finally stopped.

Until now, he realized that he had seen a ghost in the Shadow of Avalon and ran to the riverside area of ​​the central city, running to the place that he subconsciously felt was the safest.

——Royal Conservatory of Music.

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"But what the hell is this place?"

In the thick fog, the boy looked up and looked at the huge building in front of him. The building had a hideous shadow and was hidden in the fog, like a crouching beast.

The door had been pushed open by some force. The surroundings seemed to have experienced a battle, and the corpses of demons were everywhere. There were many monsters that Ye Qingxuan was frightened after seeing.

A line of bloody footprints walked into the place that should have been the academy...

And the place that should have been the Royal Conservatory of Music, behind the high walls, there were only layers of stakes rising like a forest, stretching towards the sky.

In the bleak fog, it was like a dark ghost, binding the soul.

If Ye Qingxuan guessed correctly, what he saw was not the Royal Academy of Music, but the place hundreds of years ago, during the reign of King Arthur, when the Royal Academy of Music had not yet been established.

But no one has ever said what this place was originally.

Ye Qingxuan now knows.

——This is clearly a prison!

In the bleak fog, darkness gradually spread.

In silence, after Ye Qingxuan walked into the door, he saw the gloomy buildings sleeping in the fog, as well as the dried blood on the ground, the remains discarded after torture, the weeds everywhere, and the desolate scenes.

The uniformed prison guards had long died of old age, turned into a pile of dry bones, lying on the ground, and the long swords on their waists were covered with copper rust, like twisted dead snakes.

Not long ago, this was a den of demons.

Not anymore...

Because they are now dead and can't die anymore, scattered everywhere, and blood covers every inch of the ground and walls.

It was like he had experienced some brutal fight...

What the hell was this?

Ye Qingxuan's heart was completely cold, and he couldn't help but sigh to the sky: What is this? Just out of the tiger's den, into the wolf's den?

Although I know that my luck has always been bad, but to this extent... I'm afraid it's unprecedented, right?

His heart twitched suddenly, and the pain spread. Looking back in shock, he heard footsteps approaching from a far distance.

That damn black musician actually caught up with him again...

What method did he use this time? Since he could plant a hint in his heart without anyone noticing, it might not be impossible to leave traces of pursuit.

Encountering this old monster who had been stuck in the resonance level for sixty years and had accumulated so much that it was unreasonable, even though Ye Qingxuan boasted of his various means and superior wisdom, he suddenly felt helpless and at a loss.

There was no time to hesitate.

He gritted his teeth and rushed into the ruins.

Since he would die if he ran away and would die if he stayed where he was, why not choose a slower way to die? ——

With a sharp sound, the old door opened with a bang, and dust flew up and sprinkled on the boy's white hair. Ye Qingxuan tried his best to close the iron door, leaned against the door tiredly, and looked up at the empty hall.

Under the dim and strange lights, there were debris everywhere.

Half dust, half blood.

Half of it was a decadent scene after thousands of years of ruin, and half of it was blood spilled by the fighting between demons.

The skeletons of the long-dead prison guards were still sitting in their original positions, with their dried bodies sitting upright, and you could vaguely see the solemnity and dignity of the past.

The remains and blood of the demons splashed on them, which covered the solemnity with blood, making it particularly hideous.

On those withered faces, the dark eye holes seemed to be staring at the sudden boy.

It seemed that they would stand up and draw their swords in the next moment.

"What's wrong? Are you planning to have a Christmas party?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at them: "Do you want to add me? I still have a few new poker cards from Avalon to play."

No one responded.

Of course, the group of long-dead corpses could not refute him, but just maintained their original posture.

A slight touch and they broke into pieces.

Ye Qingxuan watched this scene, and his tense body relaxed slightly, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: What was he thinking about? Is he really in a state of panic?

Will the dead come back to life to kill himself?

If that's the case, he shouldn't be afraid, but should be ecstatic

The resurrection of the dead is a miracle that the Chant School has pursued for thousands of years. It is second only to the great proposition of the "little man in the bottle" of the Change School.

He shook his head, expelled the absurd thoughts, and hurriedly followed the tragic breath left by the Ripper.

Along the way, there were desolate scenes everywhere, and there was no life at all. This prison, which should have become an academy, was only a mess.

He looked around at the desolate scenes around him, but he couldn't help but worry more and more: If this is a prison... then what is imprisoned here?

Thousands of years later, are those... ghosts that were once imprisoned here still alive?

With strong vigilance, Ye Qingxuan pushed open the door to the underground.

Dust fell, passing through his suddenly thin figure, and fell to the ground.

He carefully raised the lamp and illuminated the darkness. In the darkness, the dungeon was silent, with only the sound of dripping water.

He stepped on the stairs and walked into the darkness.

At the door, the dry corpse of the prison guard rolled down the steps, and his head bounced on the stone slabs, and finally broke into three pieces. On the face, the two empty eye sockets rolled, and rolled into the darkness of the cage with the fragments of bones.

Everything returned to silence.

The cages on both sides were still silent - except for the dusty shackles and the beds that had long since rotted into ash, there was nothing there.

For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. But in the seepage of darkness, there was suddenly a faint laughter.

Laughter...

The laughter came from the cage next to him.

Ye Qingxuan turned around suddenly.

Then he saw himself.