Crown of Silence

Chapter 352 A good start?

Relying on the mine route map obtained from the church, the group moved very fast, and even had a slight tendency to catch up from behind, leaving many people behind.

In Ye Qingxuan's induction, the mines extending in all directions formed a complex and detailed map in his mind. Along the way, there was no fight at all, and all the musicians were avoided by Ye Qingxuan and the others.

While walking in silence, Ye Qingxuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Wait a minute, there's something going on."

Along the way, his exploration ability has been recognized by the team members. When he heard him say this, everyone immediately became alert. Ye Qingxuan threw away his backpack, lightened his load, and stepped forward cautiously.

One step, two steps...

The line of mercury extended to all directions, and finally penetrated deep into the soil, detecting what was hidden under the rot. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and was covered in cold sweat:

"Who did this thing that is so vicious that it can exterminate all descendants?"

Under the gaze of the Eye of Silence, after the disguise was broken, the entire corridor was covered with alchemical matrices, imprinted with music, like dense ivy vines. It looked extremely beautiful, but it made people feel hairy.

This thing is about to explode.

Instead of resorting to the power of ether, he took out a small shovel and carefully drew a few circles on the ground.

"Come here one by one, follow me, step in the circle, do you understand?"

He turned around and said solemnly: "There are three layers of traps buried below, one layer of machinery, one layer of ether traps, and one layer of what should be some kind of moss-type parasitic fantasy beast. It will definitely not end well if it falls on you. If you make the wrong step, , we might be buried alive by the entire chain of collapsed corridors.”

Several people were stunned and immediately swallowed.

In this underground area with a depth of tens of meters, buried by tens of thousands of tons of soil... I'm afraid no one can get out alive.

Soon, under the guidance of Ye Qingxuan, the group passed through this section of the trap without any danger. The angry Barlow raised his hand and was about to destroy the trap, but was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.

"Why keep this kind of thing?"

"If you want to trick people, you must be prepared to be tricked."

Ye Qingxuan opened his backpack with a smile and took out the tools: "I'll modify it and add some new tricks... When the person who set up this trap returns the same way, let him have some fun."

As he spoke, Ye Qingxuan's men kept on modifying the triggering conditions on the periphery of the trap. In the entire complex alchemical matrix, only the positions of a few notes were exchanged, and the combination of intervals was reconnected in series.

Rhythmic connections, note changes, interval modifications...the whole process, let's drink together. Compared to modifying the Great Barrier of Avalon, changing something like this is simply trivial. And after the modification, it still looks exactly the same.

"It's just a slight modification of the trigger conditions."

Ye Qingxuan pinched his chin and murmured to himself: "It will be fun when that friend comes back, right?"

"..."

Behind him, the three companions all felt a chill on their backs for some reason, and they all took a step away from him.

——

Soon the team began to move on.

But after Barlow summoned a blue falcon to identify the direction, his footsteps stopped.

"Is the direction reversed?" He looked at the map and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Why are we going south again? The entrances are in the north and east..."

"Huh? Did you buy your map from a local?" Ye Qingxuan reached out and took the map from his hand, looked at it, and nodded: "Look at my copy."

He took a new map from his pocket and went up to it. After comparing the two maps, Barlow obediently shut up.

Yesterday, he spent a lot of money to buy a layered map of the mine from a Romulus engineer who had been in the mine, but it turned out that the hand-drawn map based on memory was completely incomparable with Ye Qingxuan's.

God knows where this guy got this thing from. In addition to being rigorous about the width of the mine and road conditions at each stage, it even includes a scale and depth division.

"Where did you get this?"

Barlow was stunned for a long time, and then added: "How much did it cost?"

Ye Qingxuan looked like he was mentally retarded, "The library of the cult has information on the early stages of mining, which can be read by one person. It's not difficult to draw a map. You just need to draw one yourself. Do you still need to spend money?"

Barlow shut up obediently and stopped talking.

You you on the line.

Ye Qingxuan can do it, and he is too lazy to humiliate himself.

In Barlow's map, there are three entrances to the second level, but in fact there are five entrances in total. Of the two extra ones, one is the entrance dug by the earliest prospecting engineers. It has been abandoned and is rarely known. There is another entrance, a crack created by the earthquake, which has been filled in and is only recorded in the mine's safety records.

"If we didn't want to be slowed down by other fights along the way, we would have had to follow the path dug by the earliest prospecting engineers."

Ye Qingxuan raised the wind lantern and illuminated the dark mine ahead. However, the few people here basically don't need tool lighting, and the role of the wind lamp can only be said to be better than nothing.

"Why do you say original?" Samuel asked.

Ye Qingxuan pinched his chin and smiled strangely: "Because the situation seems to have changed a bit now."

Before he finished speaking, a loud noise came from the dark mine ahead.

There seemed to be something fiercely fighting.

Ye Qingxuan stared at the footprints illuminated by the wind lantern, his eyes suddenly clear: there must be more than one smart person, and besides himself, there must be someone who would think of borrowing the information of the sect to discover this place.

However, few people think about why this first discovered road was abandoned.

"Originally we thought we were going to force our way in, but now someone is exploring the way for us."

Ye Qingxuan moved out a chair and sat on the spot: "Let's wait for about ten minutes. When they help us open a path, it's not too late to go over and get some bargains."

"..."

ten minutes later.

Ye Qingxuan took the lead, and a group of people walked into the huge underground cave. They only saw debris on the ground, all of which were snake corpses as thick as thighs.

When the engineer who was originally responsible for prospecting discovered this place, he also noticed the hibernating snake nest nearby. Although it was not a big threat to the musicians, it would be terrible if they wanted to mine.

After all, no one wants to have another hand-to-hand fight with these highly venomous snakes on their way to and from get off work. Therefore, after the existence of mineral deposits here was discovered, this road was abandoned and even blocked in the middle. Warning signs were posted to prohibit blind people from digging indiscriminately.

I think the group of musicians would have been extremely surprised when they passed by and found so many hungry friends waiting for them to hibernate.

"Want to collect some?"

Ye Qingxuan turned back to look at Miller: "These snake marrows are excellent singing consumables. They can serve as activation substrates and have a bonus effect on many movements of the chanting faction."

Miller shook his head: "You can buy it elsewhere, so there's no need to waste time here."

"Right."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and looked at Samuel: "Then, the next step depends on you."

For some reason, that eager and expectant look always made Samu feel a little nervous.

"What?" He took a step back subconsciously.

Ye Qingxuan stepped on the crushed snake corpses under his feet, kicked away anything in the way, cleared a circular space, and looked at him: "Please make a hole here..."

"Drill a hole?" Samuel was confused.

"Yeah, make a hole."

Ye Qingxuan took out the map and showed it to him: "If my guess is correct, we should be right on top of the ruins... Instead of walking around, why not just dig a hole and go down there for convenience?"

"...Is this okay?!"

"Why not?" Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "It's okay if I say it's okay, and it's okay if I don't! I'll give you a chance to learn from my experience, just like digging a well for the people of Oz!"

"..."

Samuel was silent for a long time, then obediently took out a handful of singing supplies that looked like white ashes from his arms, sprinkled them on the ground, and muttered words and hummed some tune.

Finger press.

A faint melody sounded in an instant, soft and a little sad, and the white ashes silently blended into the stone. In an instant, the hard and cold stone became soft, surging like water.

Inspired by the melody, the rock slowly rose and increased in value, surrounding the bodies of the last few people and wrapping them in it. It was square and looked like... a coffin?

The coffin was sinking slowly, as if it was burying them deep under the Nine Earths.

I don’t know if this is considered to be laid to rest?

Ye Qingxuan's expression was strange. He smelled the rotten smell in the white ashes and raised his eyebrows: "Funeral March?"

The "Funeral March" passed down in the name of the saint Chopin is widely circulated, and its music theory is widely used in various schools of thought. In the school of illusion, it is possible to construct the illusion of death and the kingdom of the dead, dancing with the bones. In the Psalm School, people can fall into suspended animation, maintain a glimmer of life, and enter a long dormancy.

The school of change is more violent. Most of the time, the enemy is put into a coffin and then cremated with full firepower... The advantage of this is that it is enough economical to burn the enemy directly and use it to continue using it next time. Movement's ashes supplies.

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan was thinking wildly, and suddenly he laughed softly:

"Playing this music into the grave will not disturb the souls of the dead, right?"

Soon, the sinking trend suddenly turned into a fall, and then, with a shock, the iron coffin fell to the ground, as if it had finally passed through the thick rock formation and hit the ground.

Cracks appeared on the sarcophagus, but inside the coffin, no strong impact was felt.

Ye Qingxuan pushed open the coffin board with all his strength, climbed out, and took a deep breath.

The air smelled of dust and decay, but it was not poisonous. The situation was as expected, very good. This was a good start, not a small good, but a big good!

Soon, Ye Qingxuan's beautiful fantasy was shattered.

Amidst the screams, a stone ax broke through the air and came shouting!

"Fuck!"