Crown of Silence

Chapter 376 The Dead

"Torrey, save..."

Glenn rushed out of the corpse's belly and fell to the ground, screaming and reaching out for help. But the giant corpse suddenly bent down and swallowed him into its belly again, chewing crazily.

After a few crisp sounds, the dull scream disappeared without a trace, leaving only the curved sword coming out of the mouth and hanging on the face, like a strange hair.

Casper bared his teeth, his whole body was tense, his hair stood on end, and he was eager to pounce.

But Torre grabbed him, turned around and left without hesitation.

Fighting with this group of demons in such a ghost place, no one knows what will happen next. He has clearly noticed that there are a lot of ether fluctuations with strange auras around him approaching him.

And just at the corner ahead, a vague ether fluctuation suddenly appeared.

Torre's footsteps kept moving, but his voice suddenly turned soft. He chanted silently, playing a silent movement in the silence. The music theory in his hands was building up, ready to go.

Just in an instant, two figures met at the corner. A cold light flashed in Tore's eyes, but the person who came jumped back a big step and raised his hand to block it in front of him.

"etc!"

After the white-haired young man saw the Torre brothers, he relaxed: "Torre, it's me, Ye..."

But Torre did not hesitate in his action. He pressed his palm down and the figure of the visitor suddenly paused. His skin turned red as if his blood was boiling, and his face was distorted. Immediately afterwards, the invisible giant mouth fell down, biting it into pieces, and flesh and blood flew out.

Soon, the flesh and blood disappeared without a trace, becoming just an illusion.

Not far away, Ye Qingxuan's figure appeared again, looking at them warily: "You guys really do it! It's me, Torre, what's wrong with you?"

Torre narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long time before his tense body finally relaxed.

"Sorry, I was too nervous and thought you were an enemy in disguise."

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, this kind of thing is inevitable. What are you going to do next?"

"Look for other people first. If most people gather together, they will definitely have greater survivability."

Torre said: "I don't know what happened to the masters."

"I'm afraid we can't control the affairs of the masters." Ye Qingxuan followed Torre and walked in front: "I didn't expect that group of black musicians to be so bold, they actually..."

Bang!

Behind him, Casper burst out, and layers of huge mouths enveloped Ye Qingxuan's back. Ye Qingxuan's expression changed suddenly, and he wanted to roll forward, but found that his feet seemed to be welded to the ground, and the air around him was like a lock, clamping him tightly.

The next moment, plasma flew out.

The phantom dissipated, and a ferocious head with a hollow face rolled to the ground.

Torre stamped the head under his feet without any expression, and just said lightly: "Isn't it too disrespectful to play such tricks in front of the discipline musicians?"

In the silence, someone coughed softly from behind the corner not far away.

"that……"

In the sharp gaze of the two people, a young man with white hair came out from behind, raising his hands in the air with a complicated expression: "I said I am true, do you believe it?"

"..."

Torre was stunned for a moment and glanced at Casper. Casper remained as before. He glanced at Ye Qingxuan and then looked away, continuing to lower his head.

Casper never relied on face, temperament, feeling or breath or vibration to identify others. The beast only sees the beast. As a result of the inheritance of beast nature, one is born to be able to smell the beast nature hidden in the human heart. Almost no disguise can escape its eyes.

Seeing Casper's reaction, Torre breathed a sigh of relief.

"it is true."

"Then shall I come over?"

Ye Qingxuan cautiously took a step this way. After taking another step, he thought for a moment, then returned to his original position and smiled awkwardly: "Let's keep it like this. It will be easier for everyone to escape."

"..."

Torre was speechless for a while, and in the end, he could only sigh: "Whatever you like. Do you have any opinions?"

"Just follow what you and the 'copycat brother' discussed earlier. Find other people to meet up with, and at least figure out what's going on."

The mercury thought threads spread from the young man's body, merged into the red wind of hell, and floated around.

At the same time, his expression suddenly stagnated. He turned back and looked at the burning house that had mostly collapsed. The smile on his face froze.

Torre looked along, but couldn't sense the breath of any living creature.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while and whispered: "Can your brother help me lift the wall?"

Torre glanced at Casper, and Casper roared. The wall was turned over by an inexplicable force, like an invisible giant beast clawing at him, and the flames were extinguished.

The body beneath was revealed.

When Torre saw the clothes of the corpse, he immediately understood something and lowered his eyes.

Ye Qingxuan bent down and wiped away the dust from the deceased's face. The deceased's face was ferocious, as if he had suffered an incredible betrayal and was full of anger.

"It turns out to be you."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, sighed sadly, placed a holy emblem in the palm of the deceased, and asked him to tighten his fingers and hold it firmly. So, in the ashes, the angry expression of the deceased faded and his eyes closed.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him one last time: "Goodbye."

The figure slept in the fire, blurry, and the sound of the flames was vague, like saying goodbye.

After a long time, there was no sound.

——

In the deep sleep of thirst, sweet liquid spilled on the face and fell into the dry and cracked lips.

Samuel groaned hoarsely and subconsciously drank the water droplets that fell on the corner of his mouth. What filled his mouth was a cold iron smell.

That's blood.

He woke up from his dream and saw the burning town.

Miller was carrying him on his back, still as thin as before, but there was a faint dark blue under the skin, like steel covered with a layer of leather.

"Are you awake?" Miller smiled bitterly: "I thought you would sleep for more than half a year."

With that said, Miller gave him the medicine again. After a moment's hesitation, he took out another tube of injection and injected it into him. This time he finally woke up, his sluggishness was gone, and he was full of energy. Even the cracked scorch marks on his face once again showed a faint light of fire.

He slept for so many days, and if it hadn't been for the attack by the black musicians, he might still be lying down in the church of the order to recuperate. When the attack first began, the church was the first to be damaged.

Miller rushed into the burning church, carried out Samuel who was still hanging the potion, and escaped all the way to the present.

When Barlow found him, he was surrounded by a group of demons. If it had been a little later, he might have taken the unconscious Samuel and fed them to the demons.

On the other hand, Barlow gathered many musicians along the way. The more or less thirty musicians looked more embarrassed than the last, without any trace of their usual grace or reserve, and they looked like a group of wandering beggars.

Barlow also had a broken hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was mumbling something as if he was crazy. Forcibly stimulating too much animality, it was almost overwhelming his reason.

But the closer to madness, the stronger the summoned musician becomes!

In particular, he controlled those phantom beasts with his heart sound "Tiger Bone", forcibly suppressing the outbreak of animal nature, and stubbornly maintaining the boundaries of rational collapse.

Around him, the invisible Feilian swelled several times, exuding murderous intent so thick that it seemed as if it were real. Even if the giant stitched corpse that appeared recently rushed up, it would only be torn apart by the group of violent phantom beasts.

"Now that the masters are all missing, where are we going?"

After understanding the situation, Samuel looked at Barlow who was leading the way, "You can't rush out. This is the dark sky formed by the saints in the Black Musicians with their scepters. I'm afraid they just want to catch us all. Not to mention... "

He smiled bitterly as he looked at the high wall reaching into the sky in the distance. I am afraid that when the countries built this wall to isolate the plague, they did not expect that one day all the elite and powerful new generation musicians would be trapped in it, right?

"Go north."

Barlow wiped the blood from his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Evacuate to the Wind and Snow Hotel first. That's where I came from. There is a master sitting there."

"Master! Which master?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up and they all asked questions.

After inquiring about the details, everyone's morale was greatly boosted, and even the effect of the music was much stronger.

"Everyone, be careful not to attract any monsters." Miller sighed: "It's best to save your strength. I feel that my physique has begun to weaken. The dark sky is suppressing us."

As a chant musician, he is undoubtedly the person who knows his physical condition best, so he can naturally detect the silent erosion of the dark sky. The suppression of power is not bad in comparison, but the power of the Dark Sky Curtain directly affects the spirit. If you don't pay attention to it over time, you may be transformed into a demon without even realizing it.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone woke up, and after a short breath, they were ready to head north, but Samuel remained motionless, just sitting on the ground, looking at Barlow's back.

"Barlow, where have you been?"

Samuel's voice was hoarse, but what he said caused an uproar in the crowd.

Barlow looked back at him, frowning: "What are you talking about?"

Samuel's expression remained unchanged and he just asked:

"I said, where's Barlow?"

There was silence, with only the distant sounds of flames burning and buildings collapsing.

Samuel looked at Barlow coldly, until after a long time, Barlow chuckled softly, and the bloodshot eyes disappeared.

"I thought I was perfect." He sighed: "What went wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, you played the role very well."

Samuel coughed violently, coughing up bloody sputum, and his voice was hoarse:

"Barlow is a paranoid bastard who likes to bully and hold grudges, is petty and neurotic, and never regards people who are weaker than himself... So, never once did I hear the word 'everyone' from his mouth. words, not to mention helping so many people along the way.

——How can he be as ‘kind-hearted’ as you? "

When he mentioned the words "good intentions", Samuel's eyes were as glaring as the scorching sun, and the blood in the black cracks on his face lit up like lava: "I ask again, where did Barlow go!"

"So in your heart, is he this kind of person?"

'Barlow' sighed: "If he could hear your words, he must be sad, right? His last words before dying were: Samuel, you finally woke up, it's so good...

When I killed him, he thought he was dreaming. "

"Master... where is the master!" Someone in the crowd was about to collapse: "Where is the master!"

Until now, Miller finally realized: this good friend beside him might have been replaced by a demon. So, a trace of red appeared on his livid face, as if his blood was boiling.

Master? There is no master, there is probably only a trap that has been prepared long ago! What could be easier and simpler than letting the prey fall into the trap?