Crown of Silence

Chapter 113 Black Musician

In the darkness, the boy held his cane and closed his eyes to manipulate the dark melody.

In this place where there will be absolutely no interruptions, he can devote himself wholeheartedly to the control of the ether. He could feel that the notes flowed with his own will, jumping out of the strings and falling into the ubiquitous ether ocean, causing reverberation layer by layer and spreading in all directions like ripples.

This was the first time he experienced this wonderful feeling.

Precision control that used to be extremely difficult has now become so easy with the help of Jiuxiao Huanpei. This is probably the 'feeling' that Ciel refers to.

With the dark music as a link, there is such a close connection between man and the etheric sea.

He was immersed wholeheartedly in this wonderful experience, and the silent 'Jiuxiao Huanpei' in the past was now like his own arm, turning into another body.

Over the course of thousands of years, this guqin has resonated with the ancestors of the past generations and merged into the Ye family's bloodline. Now, it has also become Ye Qingxuan's crutch, allowing him to stride forward as a musician. on the road.

Just as his will spread to the surroundings along with the ether, the gradual melody suddenly stopped for a moment.

"Bai Xi? Lao Fei?"

He opened his eyes in shock: "Why are you here?!"

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In the crowd, Bai Xi looked at all this in astonishment.

In full view of everyone, Sam went crazy. He screamed into the empty darkness and staggered back, consumed by fear.

Everyone felt a chill that chilled their scalps, and beyond the lighting range of the torches, bursts of darkness surged in the cemetery.

The dark melody is like the lamentation of evil spirits in hell, calling for death.

"It's Anta, it's brother Anta..."

A gangster with a crossbow in his hand looked around in despair, with horrified eyes: "He's back! He's back for revenge!"

Next to the Rat King, Sandro looked at his boss in amazement as he looked crazy, and stepped forward to hold him down, but as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, the Rat King let out a scream, turned around suddenly, and held him down. The crossbow arrow in his hand was aimed at his head.

"Go to hell!" The Rat King's eyes were blood red: "Go to hell!"

Sandro was stunned, "Boss, it's..."

Bang!

His head exploded and he fell backwards.

Amidst the blood, the Rat King, whose face was full of plasma, stood on his corpse and laughed. He kept kicking the twitching corpse and laughed sharply: "Dead, dead! Hahaha, Anta, you are dead again." ! Die again... I can kill you the first time, but I can kill you the second time!"

He stepped on Sandro's body and shot arrow after arrow. It wasn't until Sandro completely turned into a hedgehog that his crazy laughter gradually stopped.

Finally, his reason defeated his fear again, and he suddenly came to his senses, touching the blood on his face, not knowing what happened.

"Sandru? Sandro?!"

The Rat King subconsciously called out the names of his men, unaware that his most trusted man had just had his head blown off with an arrow.

Everyone looked at him in fear and backed away under his glance, as if looking at a madman who had lost his mind.

In the dead silence, he seemed to understand and roared furiously.

"Get out!"

In everyone's frightened eyes, he stared at those people with lifeless and gloomy eyes, trying to distinguish the sneakiness hidden under each face, and roared hoarsely: "Get out! I'm going to kill you. , you son of a bitch! Get out!"

"Black, black musician!"

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but screamed: "Run quickly, that guy is a black musician!"

...Black musician!

For a moment, everyone had a "clear understanding" of the devil's true face, followed by a "tremor".

That's right, only a monster like the Black Musician can manipulate such a dark and weird melody, playing with people's sanity so playfully and easily, turning a living person into a madman.

All those who become black musicians are either wanted by the Silent Agency for exploring forbidden areas, or they have taken refuge in the evil god and become the minions of those natural disaster monsters.

No matter which one it is, it is synonymous with horror and monsters. No matter which one, it means a lot of blood debt! Just like the rainmaker who easily sacrificed his entire hometown and town to the evil god... That kind of thing is a monster that cannot be speculated on regardless of morality or common sense.

An indescribable atmosphere of panic spread from everyone's eyes, with every whisper.

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"Black musician?"

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan's expression became strange: "Is it really so similar?"

His mood is really complicated.

He just made a plan.

From the beginning, he first inquired about the Mouse King's past through different people and found out the intelligence and information he needed.

By attacking Kruger, he first aroused the Rat King's anger with his strange behavior, and then tempted him to discover the tombstone he had carved in advance, stimulating fear in his heart. Finally, Sandro uttered the name 'Anta' in panic, successfully arousing the deepest fear in his heart.

From beginning to end, he was just immersed in his nightmare.

Black Friday was just an inducement that weakened his defenses and induced him to see the horrific scenes he had imagined, causing him to completely lose control.

However, the whole process went smoothly beyond expectations.

When he originally made this plan, Ye Qingxuan thought it would be extremely difficult to implement. But he never thought that the whole process would be so...handy?

As if it was supposed to be this way, the fear in those people's hearts was triggered.

Easy.

How many things against one's will did so that so much venom accumulated in one's heart?

The venom of the venomous snake will eventually kill oneself, and those forgotten dark past events will remain in one's heart, like ghosts living in the soul, haunting day and night.

One day, they will have to face the sins they have committed and pay the price for it.

Ye Qingxuan has no mercy on this. From the day when those guys embarked on the road of depravity, they should have known that this day would eventually come! -

"Come out! Come out!"

Under the light of the fire, the Rat King roared madly: "You are here... I know, you are hiding here!"

He took out something from his arms, his expression became fierce: "I will count down three times, if you still don't come out, then I have to apologize."

Under the pale moonlight, the thing in his hand glowed coldly.

It was a mirror. But on the back of the mirror, there was a hideous face engraved, covered with scales, and its hair was composed of wriggling snakes.

In its mouth, the forked snake tongue was swallowing and spitting out, lifelike.

——Mirror of the Snake-Haired Ghost!

In the crowd, Bai Xi recognized the thing and his heart skipped a beat.

This is the alchemical product of the summoning faction. Through "Song of the Exile", the musicians of the summoning faction sealed the demons raised in their brains in the mirror and made them into equipment.

Unlocking the seal can summon a shadow of the snake-haired banshee.

This is a rare equipment that can be used without any musician skills. The only condition is to satisfy the bloodthirsty desire of the Gorgon.

The Gorgon is called the "vengeful evil spirit" because the moment it is summoned, it will take revenge on any power that has hurt the summoner.

Even if it uses melody to arouse the dark side of the heart.

In terms of pure destructiveness, it is not terrible. It can only attack through the bite and poison of the snake hair, which is not a problem for the third-level musician. But in terms of difficulty, it is the most famous among all demons.

Because if you want to defeat it, it will be extremely difficult, and the person who looks at it will be subject to the "petrification curse" - this infamous curse will transform a person from flesh and blood into stone, and it is irreversible.

Only a few music scores can prevent this curse, but most musicians are extremely afraid of it.

Not to mention Ye Qingxuan, who was an apprentice a few days ago.

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In the crowd, Bai Xi frowned and thought about the strategy to deal with it.

But before she could think of a solution, a sad and lingering melody spread and rose from the ancient mirror.

Countless sorrows and sadness filled the melody, echoing in the moonlight. It was the melody engraved in the mirror - "Song of the Exile"!

The bronze mirror reflected the moonlight, and a shadow flew out of it. It rushed into the corpse on the ground and feasted on it.

In an instant, the corpse on the ground turned into blood, and the shadow of the snake-haired banshee slowly emerged. Her snake hair danced, and venom dripped from her fangs, falling into the rotten soil, and then hissed.

"Go."

Sam roared: "Find that musician."

The summoned demon looked around, his vertical pupils full of cruelty and hideousness, distinguishing everyone's face. Carefully sniffing every breath in the air, as if he had sensed the fluctuations of the ether, and finally noticed the clues.

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan sensed the cold breath getting closer and closer.

The Nine Heavens Ring in his hand vibrated as if it was a warning, indicating that danger was approaching. He silently gathered his spirit and prepared to fight back.

Beside the Rat King, the scarlet eyes of the Gorgon became brighter and brighter, and he hissed. Relying on the beast-like sense of smell and the induction of ether, it vaguely sensed the enemy's position.

On her head, the snake hair danced wildly, and the light of the petrification curse slowly lit up.

"There's really nothing I can do this time."

In the crowd, Bai Xi sighed.

"Cousin, this time I was really killed by you..." She muttered in a low voice: "I just want to watch the fun, and it's okay to play a side drum, why should I take the blame for you.

Besides, a beautiful girl like me, isn't it said that as long as I get some sun exposure, there will be no problem?"

She muttered something softly, stepped forward, and walked out of the crowd.

In the jumping firelight, in full view of everyone, she took off the mask on her face.

So, Bai Xi revealed her fair face.

Sam suddenly woke up, turned around, saw her, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Hey, good evening, my friend."

The little girl said softly and raised her wrist. There was a thin silver bracelet on her wrist, and a bell like gravel was tied on it, making a crisp sound every time it collided.

Ding~

"Who are you?" Sam raised the crossbow in his hand and shouted.

"I am the messenger of justice passing by."

Bai Xi responded seriously and raised her hands. She didn't know when she had put on a layer of black gloves on her hands. With five fingers clenched, the sound of drums echoed faintly in the void.

Facing the crossbows aimed at her, the little girl raised her hands obediently:

"Don't hit me, I surrender..."

She paused and smiled:

"——No way!"

Then, a thunderstorm suddenly occurred!