Crown of Silence

Chapter 343 Ye Qingxuan...

If there was an opponent that Colt didn't want to see the most in Auschwitz, then this guy, without exception, would definitely be among the top few.

Even surpassing the originally planned strong enemy ‘Gavin’.

Without it, this kind of musician who only emphasizes the destructive power of music and is good at destroying a wide area is too threatening.

"Oh? It's Colt."

Samuel recognized him and his eyes lit up: "Stop talking nonsense, do you still want to fight?"

Colt snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention to him. Instead, he stopped other musicians:

“He is the only inheritor of the ‘Gate of Annihilation’ in this generation, a battlefield musician among battlefield musicians—the one he is best at is large-scale destruction-type music.

If we really put our hands into it, maybe someone here can win. But he can definitely drag half of Auschwitz to be buried with him, not to mention..."

Colt didn't say the second half of the sentence, he just whistled and showed a tacit look in their eyes:

What's more, my teacher is still watching from heaven!

Aren't you afraid of being put in the wrong shoes during this trial?

Soon, after Samuel passed, someone staggered over again in the rainy night.

The young man's clothes were ragged, his body was bruised and his hair was disheveled. He looked like a beggar. Along the way, rain and mud poured into his shoes, and he was panting.

It's really hard to imagine what he went through to get here after going through fierce competition.

"He's a lucky guy, right?" In the sky, several scepter judges glanced at him and said lightly: "It's no use coming here, even if you can't get in."

Among them, there was an old man with a phantom figure who slowly frowned and said nothing.

As the man approached, a faint light illuminated his bruised face, making the old man in the sky stunned: "Simon?"

"Simon?"

In front of the door, there was also a representative of the illusion school. Rebecca frowned. She still recognized this embarrassed young man, but she couldn't imagine how he had fallen into such a state - she could hardly recognize this man who had always been competing with her. A powerful enemy.

"Bah, what Simon?"

The young man spat disdainfully:

"Haven't you been looking for me for a long time? I can't change my name, or my surname... Yes, I am Ye Qingxuan! If you have anything, come to me!"

Click! Click! Click! Click...

A series of tiny sounds were the sound of the mandible being dislocated and the chin falling to the ground.

Everyone stared blankly at this proud-looking guy, wondering what was going on: My friend, do you think you can pass yourself off as an Oriental just because you dyed your hair with inferior hair dye?

The master of Angelou is still in heaven. Is it really okay for you to speak so casually?

"Ye Qingxuan?"

In the sky, Mr. Hu was also stunned and looked blankly at the master beside him: "He has changed so much. How did he become like this? Is he broken in love?"

The mysterious man who appeared in Maxwell's office also coughed violently, with a complicated and tangled expression. After a long time, he struggled to hold back his laughter and turned his head: "Sorry, I don't know him..."

On the ground, 'Ye Qingxuan' was staring intently at the people in front of the door.

"you!"

He raised his voice and asked solemnly: "Who knows Lao Fei?"

Lao Fei?

The musicians looked at each other, not knowing who 'Old Fei' was, and their eyes became serious: Is there any mysterious powerful musician hiding in Auschwitz?

After hesitating for a long time, someone asked cautiously:

"Who is Lao Fei?"

"Hey, are you scared?"

A sneer appeared on 'Ye Qingxuan''s face, his eyes widened immediately, and he shouted solemnly: "——Old Fei is my father! Are you afraid? If you are afraid, get out of here! Be careful, my father will slap you to death. …”

silence.

Dead silence.

In the crowd, Rebecca quietly took two steps back, lowered her head, and felt humiliated from the bottom of her heart: She actually regarded this lunatic as a strong competitor?

In the air, the illusive old man finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a gloomy voice sounded:

"That's enough! Simon! Stop messing around."

'Ye Qingxuan' looked up and saw the old man. His eyes suddenly became confused. He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed violently. After a long time, he suddenly realized:

"Are you Lao Fei?"

He opened his arms in ecstasy: "Dad! I finally found..."

Bang!

An invisible big hand emerged from the rain, grabbed Simon, tightened it suddenly, and disappeared with a 'pop' sound, and Simon also disappeared without a trace. Only the old man was left in the sky, trembling with anger, gritting his teeth and roaring:

"—a disgraceful thing!"

After a long silence, the musicians on the ground also remained silent, completely unable to understand what this hellish situation was going on.

"Simon, does he have any genetic disease?" someone asked.

"If my guess is correct..." Arianna, who comes from the school of mental imagery, said dryly: "He may have been brainwashed."

"By whom? Is it someone from your school of psychology?"

"Do not make jokes."

Ariana squinted at the person who was speaking: "Do you think brainwashing is as simple as erasing the words on a blank piece of paper? Memory blocking, personality resetting, self-cognition correction... There are hundreds of "hints" that need to be implanted. The master-disciple relationship involved is not worth mentioning without a teacher who is also proficient in this skill and a delicate operation far beyond the ordinary. Especially when the opponent is a musician like Simon, the delicate operation involved will boil a person's brain into a ball of paste if you are not careful.

Compared to that, killing him is easier!"

"What if you do it? Is it so difficult for you?" The man asked this, obviously with bad intentions. Asking this in front of everyone, his heart is damnable.

"Humph."

Ariana smiled, that smile was indescribably charming, with a hint of demonic nature: "What do you think?"

The man was shaken for a while, and quickly retracted his gaze, feeling regretful in his heart, why did he provoke the psychopath of the mind-image school. And Ariana smiled, as if nothing had happened.

But obviously she had remembered that guy. I'll make him look bad if I get a chance.

"Enough, stop making trouble."

Colt Flagg's voice was hoarse, cutting off the signs of the internal fight: "There are still ten minutes left. If you have any disputes, you might as well settle them after midnight."

He retracted his gaze, calmed his mind, and focused on sensing the 'beacons' he had set up around him, exploring the ether fluctuations.

But in the silence, he heard the voices of others: "Hey, Colt, someone else is coming."

He was stunned for a moment and raised his eyes.

He saw the flames.

In the distance, at the end of the road, the rain was burning like a flame.

In the flames of the rain, a young man walked on the fire.

His steps were shaky, and he didn't pay any attention to the crowd in the distance, as if he was immersed in his own world, humming a vague and long-standing ballad in his throat. In the song, the rain fell on him and rose up like a flame. With both feet on the ground, the mud began to ripple like the surface of water.

That was pure ether changing, its properties changing, yet so unnoticeable.

It turned into wind, condensed into rain, gathered into fire, and formed into soil.

It was like an illusion.

Colt frowned in dissatisfaction and looked behind him.

"There have been enough ghostly things today!" He said coldly, "Rebecca, stop joking, and quickly cancel the 'fulcrum'."

Under the gaze of everyone, Rebecca was stunned, and then she seemed to understand something, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"No, it's not me..."

She waved her hands in panic: "That's not my fulcrum at all."

There was a dead silence in the crowd, and everyone's eyes suddenly became serious.

Because there was a song coming.

The hoarse singing of the boy echoed in the rain and spread in all directions. It seemed to be some slang tune, but it was not clear, just indescribably pleasant and distant.

As if coming from a mountain far away, the singing echoed in the sky.

In the singing, the nature of everything changes.

In the darkness.

A young man came on fire.

-

There was silence in the sky.

"It's an oriental language."

Someone looked at Mr. Hu, "Is this a student of your Imperial College? I've never heard of such a piece of music..."

"No, it's just an oriental folk song. It's not a piece of music, and it doesn't have any effect."

Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "Besides, there are no Indians in our Imperial College. If I'm not mistaken, it's probably another young man I've seen?"

"Who is that?" The masters looked at each other. There was no such young man in their own school: "Is it a rising star from a hermit school or a monastic association?"

"Finally here..."

And at the end, the mysterious man who was washing his nose smiled happily and whispered softly:

"You really made me wait, kid."

-

In the long silence, only the singing spread.

In the faint singing, all the musicians stared at the young man who was singing and walking on fire. Watching him stepping on the mud but moving forward without hindrance, the flames of rainwater burned in the footprints left behind.

The rain sprinkled on him, soaking him thoroughly, looking embarrassed and downcast, but he was not aware of it at all, but smiled happily.

Facing so many hostile musicians, he was still relaxed as if he was on a spring outing.

The rain sprinkled on him, on the layers of swords, and then slid down along the hilts and blades, making those swords that seemed to be ordinary items mysterious.

In his humming song, the air became heavy, pressing on people's hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

"Who is it?"

Someone in the crowd looked at him and frowned: "Selling knives?"

In the flowing flames and burning rain, the young man took off the cumbersome turban and revealed his iconic white hair. The white hair shone brightly in the fire, stinging people's pupils.

"I am Ye Qingxuan..."

The young man stared at those faces and smiled brightly:

"——I came here to sell swords."