Crown of Silence

Chapter 384 Something is flying in the sky!

After a short period of time that was not long but was as difficult as several lifetimes, Ye Qingxuan finally heard a hoarse voice: "Ye Qingxuan, it's your turn."

Immediately, he was tied up and taken out, with shackles and chains all over his body, like a pollution source. He was also carefully wrapped in two layers of things that looked like shrouds, and was carried by two deformed half-dragons to the altar.

It was not until he was carried out of the dungeon that he realized that he had been locked in the cellar.

At this moment, Auschwitz was left with only a dead silence. In the collapsed wreckage, those dark stone-like "cocoons" could be seen everywhere. In the "cocoons", the sleeping life was slowly transforming and "reborn" again.

After tonight, there will be one more clan of the abyss. By then, the status of the Hundred Eyes in the Scourge camp will rise again, and there is a tendency to dominate the rest of the Scourge.

If those ghost things really have a superior-subordinate relationship.

The two 'half-dragons' who were responsible for carrying him were a clan of the abyss. This clan emerged from the dark world a hundred years ago, and after integrating some demonic characteristics, it formed a new clan and society, and gave birth to many musicians, with a tendency to imitate the 'Moon Spirit' and establish a kingdom.

However, most half-dragons are not very intelligent, even less than a child, and have violent temperaments, like fighting and killing, and are loyal. They are deeply loved by black musicians and are often recruited as followers.

Although they are half-dragons, they are actually more like lizards and do not have the talent of dragon power. They are born with a layer of extremely hard scales, and they also have the inherited memory of their ancestors. They can almost be regarded as soldiers of all people.

For example, the two carrying Ye Qingxuan.

Soon, a fishy smell came to his face.

The stench of the corrupted blood was really familiar, which reminded Ye Qingxuan of many unpleasant memories. There was also a faint pungent smell of purified mercury, sulfur, etc.

Several black musicians commanded two half-dragons to pin Ye Qingxuan to the ground, put shackles on his hands and feet, and fixed him to the ground. Around him, there were circles of alchemical matrices spreading out like rings, and the complex music theory from the abyss could be faintly discerned.

Around him, there were many musicians who had suffered the same treatment as him, but all of them had pale faces and angrily cursed Colt not far away.

An old musician who looked like a night owl came forward and checked them one by one, laughing strangely: "Sure enough, the quality is excellent. Colt, the information you provided is good!"

"I don't deserve it, I just tried my best."

Colt nodded lightly: "If I can make some contribution to the Ode to Destruction, it would be great."

The night owl laughed strangely: "Don't worry, the leader will naturally remember your contribution when this matter is successful. At that time, he will definitely ask the Holy Spirit to personally bless you and transform you.

The last person who had this honor was the High Priest of Anglu!"

Colt smiled softly and didn't say anything, but the musicians who were still conscious under his feet started to curse. If Colt hadn't provided their information and trump cards, they wouldn't have been so easy to be caught.

Colt turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't hear it. Instead, the ones who screamed more were injected with tranquilizers and entered a state of dementia.

So everything returned to silence.

Colt stopped looking at those guys and just stood in the corner, admiring them with interest, his eyes slightly mocking.

But for some reason, he suddenly froze, as if he had seen something extremely weird. This surprised Ye Qingxuan, who was squinting his eyes to peek, and he even saw a trace of... fear in Colt's eyes?

Soon, Colt's expression calmed down, his face was as gloomy as water, and he retreated into the shadows.

And the old musician who looked like a night owl rubbed his hands, burned a small piece of incense, prepared for the transformation ceremony, and muttered in his mouth.

"I told you that those faceless actors are unreliable. The transformation matrix of the Northern Hotel has been destroyed. I wasted a lot of time and effort to get a new one.

By the way, there is also Ye Qingxuan... Which one is Ye Qingxuan?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan immediately closed his eyes and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

Unfortunately, it was useless, and he was found by the old ghost in the end. He coughed awkwardly twice and opened his eyes: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Are you Ye Qingxuan?"

The old ghost looked at him and laughed sharply: "You look handsome, no wonder Lord Naberis thinks so highly of you."

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense."

Ye Qingxuan almost spit blood on his face: "Only a ghost wants him to take a fancy to you!"

The old man tilted his head and looked at him, took a piece of bone from his pocket and put it in his mouth to chew, chewing it, just like eating a snack, which made people's scalp tingle:

"Don't worry, since It is Lord Naberis' order that you will be transformed as best as possible. The materials prepared are ten times that of ordinary people. When you succeed in transformation, I think you will be a dark rising star again!"

As he said, he smiled and said, "When you become successful, if you still care about our old relationship, please take good care of me, my old bones."

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched: "No, no, no, I will never let go of anything. You are so ugly, I will definitely kill your whole family! Why don't you let me go now, or reconsider it?"

"Hehehe, everyone likes to say that, but it will definitely be different after the transformation." The old man Night Owl patted his shoulder: "You will definitely like that feeling."

This time, without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to reply, he stood up, took a bone staff from his assistant's hand, raised it suddenly, and beat it in the void like a drum.

Bang!

The drum roared.

It was like the bone staff hitting his skull.

Everyone's eyes went black, dizzy, and almost lost their minds. But the drum sounded like thunder, and every time it shook people's hearts, they were restless, upset, and drowsy, with all kinds of illusions in their minds, and they could hardly control themselves.

Ye Qingxuan's mind was the clearest.

But being awake at this time might not be a good thing. Ye Qingxuan watched with his own eyes as a deep and dark breath rose from the matrix, transforming into various shadows, and gradually engulfing them.

That was the gift and transformation of the abyss. Once swallowed by that thing... Ye Qingxuan might have to live a life of hiding and showing his tail in the second half of his life, just like his unlucky world.

No, it is even possible that the moonlight in his body will evaporate into ashes at the moment of successful transformation!

Ye Qingxuan would never want to taste such a miserable death.

At that moment, he thought of a solution in a hurry...

"Ah!!! Help!!! Something bad has happened! There is a hairy-faced thunder god mouth... Ahem, no! Anyway, something bad has happened!"

Amid the solemn drumbeats and the praises of the evil god, Ye Qingxuan suddenly screamed with a pale face.

In an instant, the drumbeats stopped.

The old man Ye Xiao frowned and looked over.

All the other bound musicians also looked over, with a hint of expectation in their eyes, waiting for his trick to turn the tables. In those complicated eyes, Ye Qingxuan was sweating profusely, and pointed his finger at the sky behind the black musician with difficulty:

"--Look, there is a strange thing flying in the sky! It looks like a disc, and it can glow!"

There was an awkward silence.

Everyone looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"You..."

The old man Ye Xiao looked at him uncertainly: "... Don't you really think that someone here is stupid enough to watch it?"

"Ahem, don't you?"

Ye Qingxuan shyly turned his head away: "Then I will try another way?"

Everyone's expression became very complicated and difficult to describe, but in short, it was full of the four words "damn idiot".

The old ghost Ye Xiao sighed and raised the bone staff high:

"The ceremony continues! Everyone work harder, first transform this chatterbox guy!"

The roaring drum sounded again.

Ye Qingxuan screamed again: "Help, there's something wrong! Look behind you, I mean someone wants to stab you in the back, you see that guy has a knife out... To be honest, I'm the illegitimate son of the Anglo royal family, you let me go, and we can work together to make money in the future, okay?

I have a good brother who is now doing well in Burgundy and is famous, don't you consider getting to know him? Let me go, it's easy to talk about it!"

He was talking nonsense, but those guys didn't move at all, which intensified the transformation ceremony. He felt that he was about to be swallowed by darkness.

At this time, it was useless to say anything.

So, the ancients were right: 'When you are in doubt, just act rashly', 'Don't care about life and death, just do it', although I don't know what 'single' means, but it's right to do it!

Just do it!

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and the moonlight in his heart lit up faintly - Xiaoyuan was implanted in his body after all, and it was rooted in his blood.

No matter how powerful those black musicians were, they couldn't open his chest to check his internal organs, right?

In an instant, the sleeping Xiaoyuan started. The Xiaoyuan transformed into a heart suddenly beat, like a drum, rapid and low. In an instant, the moonlight emerged from the blood and flowed through his body.

In just one second, he felt like he had run several thousand meters, sweat steamed all over his body, muscles swelled, and he almost felt like he was going to explode and die. But as the capillaries ruptured, strands of blood gathered in the air and evolved into pure white moonlight.

The moonlight flashed, but it broke the restrictions imposed on his body with ease.

Ye Qingxuan felt that his confused mind suddenly became clear, and finally recovered the induction of ether. He jumped up from the ground, and the moonlight was blazing all over his body. In the call of the moonlight, there was a whistle in the air, and something broke through the air and fell into Ye Qingxuan's hands, unfolding and popping out, turning into crisscrossing strings.

The Nine Heavens Ring came in response to the call, deeply nailed into the transformation matrix, and tyrannically smashed the music theory, causing the transformation ceremony to stop.

The drums suddenly became chaotic, and the old night owl took a step back under the force of the recoil, and his eyes burst out with a gloomy and miserable green light: "It's worthy of being a guy favored by Naberis. You turned the tables with a little carelessness.

Unfortunately, you can't escape..."

The word "fall" did not jump out of his mouth, but was replaced by dark internal organs and screams.

Behind him, someone stabbed into his back with a dagger. Before the dagger, any alchemical equipment and shields collapsed at the touch, and released chaotic waves immediately after entering the body, smashing the internal organs and destroying the heart sound.

One hit to kill!

Night Owl tried to turn his head sluggishly, but someone held his head from behind. He never saw who killed him until his death.

The body fell to the ground, revealing Colt behind it.

"Is there something flying in the sky?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with contempt:

"What a lame excuse."