Crown of Silence

Chapter 430 The so-called growth

Great, it’s not a virus from the Psalm faction, a curse from the Revelation faction, or a flesh-and-blood aberration from the Change faction…

This is understandable.

After all, this is a heavily guarded Tower of Judgment, and my identity is so sensitive. In order to worry about the impact and consequences, the other party chose an illusion that would not leave any traces.

Fortunately, it's an illusion.

Since it is an illusion, there is no need to worry about dying immediately. As long as your will is strong enough, you can survive for a while before your perception is completely eroded.

Ye Qingxuan is an expert in this way, and he knows exactly how to deal with the current situation.

After confirming that it is an illusion faction, it is necessary to clearly distinguish the type.

What kind of illusion was cast on myself?

False hallucination of facial features? Not limited to an individual, but a closed illusion set up throughout the entire cell? Misperceptions acting on one’s own consciousness?

Or is it the terrifying reality that turns false into reality and materializes illusion?

Or, a combination of several?

Illusion materialization can be ruled out.

Ye Qingxuan knew clearly from Laura how difficult this road was.

If that crazy woman's luck was a little worse, she might have turned herself into an illusion and disappeared without a trace due to the backlash of music theory. Even so, after completing the chapter of destiny in "Moon in the Mirror", you can only get started.

Ninety-nine out of a hundred musicians who studied this proposition died, and the remaining one may not be able to succeed.

There are less than ten musicians in the world who have the ability and energy to dabble in this field. More than half of them are hidden in the Northern Islands, Voodoo Crypt, Uncertain Land and other secret illusion schools. Inviting them to take action will cost a lot of money. The money is simply an astronomical figure, and people may not be willing to do it.

Ye Qingxuan believed that he would not be so unlucky.

Besides, if such a master really wanted to kill him, there would be countless ways. There is no need to go to such trouble at all. As long as the illusion hormone is injected into one's own blood, one will die without any disease or become insane until death.

Then, the rest is easy.

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

Interpretation method deduction begins.

The proposition is the change of music theory in the sea of ​​ether.

In the consciousness, the non-existent sea of ​​ether slowly emerged, calm and vast, as if it was extending to the end of the world. Aether density is set to the red zone normal standard.

After the sound source was set, sixteen giant pipe organs slowly rose from the mind, forming a huge ring.

Next…

Ye Qingxuan grinned.

In an instant, sixteen giant pipe organs roared, and passionate melodies burst out violently from them. They overlapped each other one after another, setting off layers of waves in the ethereal sea of ​​nothingness.

In the collision of countless waves, the music theory of nothingness continues to arise and die.

Ye Qingxuan felt as if his brain had been thrown into a furnace and was about to collapse completely due to such a huge number of deductions. In the ethereal sea of ​​nothingness, there were roaring waves and roaring sounds one after another, surging like crazy like boiling.

In the ebb and flow, countless music theories are born, formed, collapsed, and dissipated at the snap of a finger...

This is a taboo stipulated by Abraham. Never challenge the inhuman deduction conditions, otherwise the brain will collapse first under the impetus of the interpretation method.

In the severe pain caused by the virus, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness began to blur rapidly.

But at that moment, he saw everything twisting, deforming, and fading... As his brain was running wildly and his consciousness was undergoing drastic changes, his perception began to become weird.

He saw that the cell was rapidly twisting and deforming...

It was as if some abstract mathematical logic had intervened, and the spatial structure of the cell became extremely strange. Even Ye Qingxuan's body became slender and soft, like a little person who had been elongated and put in a box.

"I see……"

He stopped deducing the interpretation method, stared at the rapid changes in the world in front of him, and suddenly realized: "Is this in my consciousness?"

So, where are you now?

I'm afraid you're still lying on the bed, immersed in sleep, right?

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh.

Entering a dream preparing for the 'Dream Weaver'...

Friend, are you really not joking? ——

Ten minutes ago, subtle choking sounds echoed in the corridor outside Ye Qingxuan's cell.

In the cell, the examiner huddled up in a ball. On his downcast face, a strange red light lit up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Before the bell rang late at night, he quietly opened his mouth, stretched out his hand, and picked up a very thin thread from the end of his teeth. Gently pull out the foreign object hanging in the throat.

That's a ring.

The ordinary ring only had simple notes engraved on it, but under his urging, the simple intervals blended into the midnight bell.

The silent fluctuations were integrated with the entire Tower of Judgment barrier, bypassing the barrier and acting directly on the ether.

This is a key.

As early as the establishment of the Tower of Judgment, before the prohibition orders and layers of barriers were erected, a backdoor was reserved during the planning of music theory. A tiny gap has quietly opened up in the operation of music theory.

This gap is not even enough to mobilize the power of the etheric sea, but with this small gap, a lot can be done.

The examiner grinned, clasped his hands together, and pressed them into the air.

The sad and lingering faint melody merged into the sobbing sound, silently passed through the gap, and merged into Ye Qingxuan's dream with the fulcrum that had been arranged in advance.

"The Forgotten Sacrifice".

This is an illusion movement born from the myth of the Holy Scripture.

The saint died, the end of the world came, and the sinners fell into hell after being judged and suffered forever.

In the Holy Scripture, the descending angel said: "The time has come, and there will be no more time from now on." And the sinners will suffer torture and pain in the timeless eternity, praying for the final salvation.

Therefore, the illusionist created this movement, composed of "judgment", "sin" and "holy communion". First, the judgment is used to implant the fulcrum of the illusion, and then the "sin" is used to torture the people trapped in the illusion forever. The consciousness will be exhausted in endless pain. Finally, the "holy communion" is used to bring "salvation" to the poor people and make them sleep forever.

It only takes five minutes to experience thousands of years of pain and torture.

Of course, the conditions for its use are also very harsh. The enemy must be dragged into the deepest layer of the illusion when he is unprepared, and there must be no resistance.

But any musician with a little ether perception will wake up the moment he detects the ether fluctuations, and the illusion will be broken.

But here, it is undoubtedly the most suitable movement.

Here, everyone's perception is blocked by the shackles they carry with them, and they cannot use any movement. It is almost no different from ordinary people. Even under the calmness of drugs and the cleansing of hymns, their minds are much weaker than ordinary people.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan was dragged into the nightmare.

It was effortless.

He controlled the movement to slowly unfold from Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, dragging him deeper into the illusion. Then he prepared another movement of the heart.

This was the employer's request, and he had to be clean and not let him die in prison.

He had to be tried in the Holy Wheel Court and confess his crimes in court.

He had to die on the gallows.

Therefore, after his will was exhausted, it was the turn of the heart movement.

Planting hints, reshaping the mind, changing ideas...

This is a delicate job.

Especially it has to be done in a way that no one can see the clues.

I wonder what valuable treasures this guy has in his mind?

The musician thought: It would be best to be worthy of the huge price he paid, and also make some extra money.

Maybe there is the golden chapter of Anglo's victory? The twelve movements were activated and combined to form the scepter of the Kingdom of Heaven, which is said to be the closest to the disaster level in the world except for the saints.

Or, is there any secret that can be sold for money?

Anyway, after the matter is done, this identity must not be used anymore.

For a one-time business, it is best to squeeze out all the value at once.

"Let me see..."

He sneaked into Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, passed through layers of fog and disintegrating defenses, and went down and down in the illusion of the mind.

Finally, he finally found the door representing the secret in the maze of memory.

"It's a very troublesome lock..."

The musician smiled mockingly: "What kind of secret that can't be seen in the light is hidden so deeply?"

He reached out and took out the key transformed by will from his arms.

Tears, sadness and fatigue.

This is the best way to the secret.

With a snap.

The key broke.

The musician was stunned: a method that works every time? It doesn't work?

Soon, he suddenly realized: Ye Qingxuan is said to be proficient in the music theory of the mind school, and the conventional solution will definitely not work here.

He took out another key again - despair, but the key of despair only appeared for a moment in the deep part of this dream, and then completely dissipated.

The musician was stunned. Soon, he took out various keys he had made in advance one after another, but the door remained motionless.

The trick seemed to be useless in front of him.

The musician's mood suddenly became gloomy.

He didn't want to do this, but since this is the case, there is no way.

His body swelled rapidly, horns grew on his head, flames ignited under his feet, and the bat wings behind him spread out from the flames. In an instant, he manipulated his image and turned into a nightmare. He suddenly stretched out his hand and smashed the lock on the door.

With a click.

Even before he had time to exert force, the door opened...

He was stunned in place, and soon, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

This guy's willpower must have been on the verge of collapse under the torture of illusions. His defenses were so fragile that they would open with just a slight touch.

He pushed the door open.

Behind the door, there was a thick fog that was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

It was like a majestic city that had been destroyed. The ruins of the broken walls were full of tombstones, surrounded by the desolate white fog, burying countless secrets.

Witnessing this scene, the musician felt cold in his heart.

This madman!

Everyone will create a shelter for themselves in the deepest level of consciousness, a place to store all the secrets, a corner where their souls can hide and recuperate.

He had seen wooden houses on the vast green grassland, and castles standing on small islands in the storm, prosperous cities, magnificent palaces, and even bloody dismemberment workshops, as well as hideous and terrifying basements decorated with human skin...

But why is this guy at the bottom of his consciousness such a devastated cemetery? !

The musician stared at the tombstone closest to him, walked in, and finally saw the name on it. He was stunned, turned around, and looked at another tombstone, but the name on it was exactly the same.

He stared at the layers of tombstones and felt his scalp numb.

The hundreds of tombstones all have the same name.

——Ye Qingxuan!

"This madman..."

A terrifying chill reverberated in the musician's consciousness. Only now did he realize: this is not a shelter at all! It's the cemetery where that guy buried himself!

He stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, but couldn't figure it out:

How many times had that guy killed himself? !

“That’s me wanting to be an artist.”

Beside him, someone whispered: "I used to be talented in painting and appreciation. My mother wanted me to be an artist."

The musician suddenly turned around and saw a figure standing behind him at some point.

The young man touched the tombstone next to him and sighed softly: "This is me who wants to be a poet. I had many wishes when I was young, and later I also wanted to walk many paths.

Unfortunately, none of them came to fruition.

There are many me here, many... cowardly me.

They are all dead. "

He raised his head and said calmly: "Kill yourself when you were a child, and you will grow up. Kill your cowardly self, and you will become brave.

I guess the so-called growth is the process of constantly killing oneself, right? "

"..."

The musician stared at him in astonishment, his heart filled with chills, not knowing what to say.

Why are you here?

Just kidding, since he can appear here, it proves that he has broken free from the illusion. His mind quickly considered all the possibilities, and the projection became gloomy and ferocious, exuding malice that could not be concealed.

"Are you looking for this?"

Ye Qingxuan held a small box in his left hand. There was no lock on the box, it was just tied with a simple knot with silk thread. It looked childish and ridiculous.

"Sorry, this thing doesn't belong to you."

The box fell from his hand and fell to an unknown place again, locked into the deepest part of the dream.

He stared at the intruder here and said softly:

"You can't take anything from here."

The musician's face was gloomy, and the shadows under his feet changed and expanded strangely, as if boiling, spreading to all directions.

"You won't need those things anyway, why don't you let someone take them away?"

The musician said coldly: "Sorry, I originally wanted to avoid this situation as much as possible. After all, it would be more painful to transform the mind... It's a pity that you gave me no choice."

"In terms of competition of wills, I am quite experienced."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "So, you'd better not talk too much."

"Then let me meet you!"

The next moment, the musician's figure suddenly disappeared.

The dark sky replaced it.

Crazy will accompanied by roaring music sounded from all directions. In just an instant, it destroyed Ye Qingxuan's dream and penetrated into the deepest part of his consciousness. It was like a thunderstorm and countless locusts falling from the sky, like a legendary disaster of destruction. , gnawing on everything within reach.

The dream was also shocked, and he responded.

Here in the Tower of Judgment, all the power to mobilize the etheric sea cannot be used, and the opponent's power is suppressed to the musician level. Ye Qingxuan never thought that he would lose to a musician in a duel between will and mind!

In an instant, the will of the two people changed thousands of times in the dream, colliding with each other. The two consciousnesses were so sharply facing each other, using themselves as weapons to stab each other!

This is the most non-technical duel in my mind, and it is also the most important duel. Everything is based on one's own will, changes in skills and richness of experience.

This is the most unlucky way. Everything is decided the moment the foundation is laid.

The more they fought, the more palpitated the musician became, thinking that he could not find any trace of Ye Qingxuan's thoughts corroding and implying implantation.

He has reached the point where there is no trace, and the colorless river that he transforms into freely is almost pervasive. Any gap in the transfer of consciousness is an opportunity to take advantage of. Even the slightest weakness will be noticed and exploited by him.

In just a short moment, the Purifier he had visualized with his mind removed dozens of suggestive imprints from his consciousness, all of which were caused by scruples and weaknesses that he was not even aware of due to a single thought. The hint was planted by him.

Moreover, apart from passive defense, this guy has no ability to counterattack!

If he had recovered his etheric induction, I'm afraid the battle situation would be one-sided at this moment!

Where did such a damn pervert come from!

Is this guy really not a seed musician secretly cultivated by the schools of psychology such as ‘Dark Forest’ or ‘Nian Hua Yixin’? The information only says that this guy lacks a famous teacher in mind reading and has only dabbled in it... fart!

This damn guy's background and foundation are clearly deeper than mine! His skills in consciousness erosion and suggestion implantation are simply worse than a black musician!

Who did you learn it from?

At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's side was completely unlucky.

It was completely beyond his expectation. He failed not in skills, but in... will? !

Every attack by this assassin who invaded his consciousness was a suicide attack. It was as if he could completely annihilate the enemy's consciousness, even if his brain was completely burned into a ball of paste, it didn't matter!

Every impact on consciousness and shock to the soul was almost with a desperate heart and an unyielding will, which stimulated every bit of potential and made the brain overload several times.

If he could leave the dream now, he would definitely be able to see his miserable appearance with convulsions all over his body and blood oozing from his facial features.

How could this be a musician?

This is clearly a fanatic who wants to die with the enemy!

There is no greed and hesitation just now, almost like a different person.

Ye Qingxuan almost collapsed every time in a head-on confrontation, and most of his mind was spent on eliminating the aftermath. The invisible river intercepted from left and right, barely eliminating most of the impact.

The enemy is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to be brain dead for no reason!

If the opponent's thinking was not rigid and there were not many flaws, he would not be able to fight even a harassment war with the opponent.

There is no way, the stupid are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate. Ye Qingxuan has been stupid for so many years, and this is the first time he has encountered someone playing desperate means with him.

What is going on? !

At this moment, the opponent is also thinking about the same question.

He missed the initiative at the beginning, and then fell behind step by step. He actually tied with a musician who had no etheric perception at all, and he was the one who fell into a disadvantage.

But while he was hesitating, he found that his thinking speed was getting slower and slower...

Suggestion!

He was implanted with a suggestion!

His mind was shocked, and he was almost successfully infiltrated by Ye Qingxuan, but no matter what, he could not find where the suggestion Ye Qingxuan had planted was!

Until the end, he suddenly realized.

——That box! ——

Ahem, that monthly ticket, friends... (rubbing fingers