Crown of Silence

Chapter 116 Report your name

Ye Qingxuan's heart was filled with anger at this moment.

Regardless of the news that he was carrying the Key to Avalon, the fact that the Rossi family wanted to kill him after repeatedly persecuting him already made his eyes become cold and stern.

It seems that those guys still want to force themselves to death...

He didn't remain silent for long, and asked again:

"What happened to the butcher?"

There was anger in his tone, which made the Rat King misunderstand something, and he quickly shouted: "That's all the 'professor''s fault! I swear, it has nothing to do with me. I just want the body of that oriental brat, but But that bitch hired a butcher and made things worse.

As a result, everyone was overwhelmed, and no one benefited! "

"Oh? Professor..."

Ye Qingxuan chewed on that title and couldn't help but recall the monster that gave him overwhelming fear that day, as well as the shadow next to him shrouded in black robes.

He is also a musician.

He quickly thought about the connections between all these things, but felt that there were still some important clues hidden in the fog. Cannot be chained into a line.

"If you want to find a bloody path, you'd better do it as soon as possible..."

The Rat King sounded a little gloating: "We just received the news yesterday - the shaman has returned.

He hates black musicians the most. After he takes power, all those who violate the rules will be hanged or immersed in the mire.

At that time, you will be unable to move anywhere in the lower city. "

The Rat King paused for a moment, and when he mentioned this name, a strong fear flashed in his eyes: "Now, I'm afraid the others are starting to panic, right?"

"Are you so afraid of him?" Black Shadow's tone was lightly mocking.

"You don't understand. You are an outsider, you don't understand."

The Rat King looked bitter: "The shaman is not just a legend, he is an era in the lower city, do you understand? He is the dark king of the past era...

When the Shaman's power was at its greatest, he controlled half of the dark world of Angru through the lower city of Avalon. All people dreamed of kneeling before the shaman, kissing his ring, and committing themselves to him.

Even the nobles can't do anything to him, and all the police officers are his loyal dogs. Even if the royal family wants to wear silk pajamas, they must discuss it with him. He became Angel's Shadow King for a time!

Some say he even met the Pope...

If he hadn't mysteriously disappeared later, I'm afraid that Xiacheng District would still be ruled by him now. "

His eyes were full of unwillingness: "To him, we people are just rats gnawing on his leftover rice and soup.

Even though times have changed now, as long as he raises his voice, countless people will want to follow him. If he really comes back, everyone must kill him completely before he takes control of the situation..."

"Wasn't he being chased by the royal musicians and escaping?"

"Royal Musicians? Royal Musicians are his partners! Without that guy's black money, how can the Royal Musicians lead a life of debauchery?!"

Ye Qingxuan was silent. He did not expect that the shaman used to be so powerful.

Fortunately for him, the legendary dark king is still trying to regain his rights and has not yet turned his attention to King Arthur's treasure...

"last question."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, "Do you know who the 'old ghost' is?"

"Old ghost?" The Rat King couldn't help but want to laugh: "Are you kidding me? There are eight hundred people with this nickname in Xiacheng District. How do I know which one you are talking about?!"

"Really? That would be a shame."

A trace of regret flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, and he looked away from him.

"You can go." He turned around and waved coldly: "I'm no longer interested in you."

The Rat King was stunned at first, a little disbelieving, and then ecstatic. He didn't expect that this guy really planned to keep his promise.

But obviously he can survive, but what's going on with this unprecedented sense of humiliation?

He could feel the shadow's last gaze on him.

Cold, contemptuous, and pitiful.

It's like looking at a fly, bug, or something else insignificant.

To him, is he just the kind of mouse that he can trample to death at any time when he gets bored? ! Even his life is disdainful and taken away...

You will regret this!

His heart roared crazily: You will definitely regret it...

He crawled out backwards on his hands and knees, stood up with the support of his men, and backed away with his whole body on guard.

But when he stepped out of the cemetery gate, he looked back again.

Under the pale moonlight, the shadow full of darkness stood in the cemetery, staring down at a tombstone. It was like blending into the darkness in the entire cemetery.

Behind him, the moonlight cast a sharp shadow, dancing like a monster, especially ferocious.

The Rat King looked at the unsuspecting shadow and hesitated for a moment. A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep fear and fear.

He gave up the idea of ​​an attack.

"Who...are you?!"

He asked hoarsely: "Tell me your name! I want to know your name!"

Hearing his voice, the shadow in the darkness turned back and looked at him coldly. The look in the darkness made his hair stand on end.

As if he was examining whether the rat in front of him was qualified to let him tell his name, he was full of arrogance and indifference.

He said nothing.

The Rat King's face flushed, and he turned around and left in shame. But he heard a voice from behind.

"You can call me Sherlock."

In the dark, the boy who was actually racking his brains to make up a fake name looked down at the tombstone at his feet, so his eyes lit up and he told the name on the tombstone.

He said:

"—— My name is Sherlock Holmes."

——

After the Rat King left for a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't hold on anymore, sat on the tombstone, and gasped.

If the Rat King had left a few minutes later, he would really collapse on the ground. The cross-level activation of the dark movement almost made his whole mind collapse.

Next to him, Bai Xi hurriedly handed over a tube of green potion, a good recovery potion. Ye Qingxuan didn't have time to ask her how she came here. After drinking the potion, he breathed for a long time before he felt his mind slowly recover.

When he recovered, Bai Xi next to him became embarrassed and tried to escape on tiptoe, but suddenly a hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Good evening, little friend. Do you want to play games with uncle?"

The boy's strange voice sounded from her ears: "Uncle has fun games here..."

Bai Xi felt a chill: "You, don't come over!"

"What? Are you scared now?"

Ye Qingxuan asked: "Then why are you running out in the middle of the night?"

"I, I'm not Bai Xi!"

The little girl covered her face: "You recognized the wrong person, my name is John! Uh, John Watson..."

"You named it very quickly?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneered, "Do you want to add a middle name? For example, 'H' or something?"

"The names are given by parents, how can you change them just like that!"

"Hehe." Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to pinch her face: "Are you talking nonsense again? Are you talking nonsense again?"

"I was wrong! Cousin, I was wrong! I just wanted to help..."

Seeing that she suddenly became obedient again, clasped her hands together to beg for mercy, blinking at him, Ye Qingxuan felt that he couldn't get angry anymore.

He sighed and held out his hand: "Give me the things."

"Things? What?" Bai Xi looked blank: "I don't know anything!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, reached into her pocket, took out a palm-sized calfskin notebook, and shook it in front of her:

"You are so brave. Even with a crossbow pointed at your head, you still don't forget to go back to your old ways?

Who promised me not to steal things in the future?"

"I'm fighting evil with evil! Who told him to be so good?"

Bai Xi looked away guiltily, whistled, and looked innocent: "I just accidentally... took it out."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, opened the notebook, looked at the dense numbers on it, and seemed to have thought of something. His expression became serious and he carefully identified it.

Not far away, Lao Fei returned silently.

The big golden dog sniffed the blood everywhere and wandered in the cemetery, like he was shopping in a mall, stepping over the corpses calmly and gracefully.

Until the end, his eyes lit up, he lowered his head, picked up the thing, and ran over with small steps. He placed the little thing at Bai Xi's feet.

Generously and elegantly, he gave this thing to his new number one brother, 'Bai Xi'.

Bai Xi was stunned, bent down, picked up the blood-stained mirror, turned it over, and saw the relief of the snake-haired banshee on it, and his eyes lit up.

——Snake-haired ghost mirror!

While Ye Qingxuan was concentrating on reading the book, she made a 'hush' gesture to Lao Fei, and then thiefly put it into her pocket.

Anyway, it was just a small thing to embezzle, and the cheap cousin would definitely not care...right.

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Soon, Ye Qingxuan finished flipping through the book and had a rough impression of what was written in it. He stuffed it into his arms.

If the contents inside were really as he expected, then everything needed to be carefully considered and planned.

Just as he was pulling Bai Xi's hand and preparing to leave, he heard a fainted man making a sound in the pit beside him.

In the fainting, he seemed to fall into a nightmare, twitching in pain.

Ye Qingxuan still remembered him. His name was Hudson, the unlucky guy who wanted to escape from the dark world but was caught by the Rat King.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive, but he looked close to death.

He thought about it, paused, and put his cane on Hudson's heart. The sound of a rushing river sounded from the strings of a zither

-notes. Flowing.

With the help of the Nine Heavens Ring, he stimulated the blood in Hudson's heart and pulled him back from the edge of the nightmare.

The nightmare dissipated, and Hudson woke up with a scream and opened his eyes. He looked at the mess around him, then at Ye Qingxuan's shadow, as if he understood something: "Am I... dead?"

"You're still alive." Ye Qingxuan said lightly.

"Did you save me?"

"You survived only because of your luck. I just helped you. While you're still conscious, go find a doctor, otherwise you'll really die."

Hudson was silent.

He squeezed out a bitter smile on his bloodstained face: "Perhaps, for someone like me, it's better to die, right?

Even if I live, where can I go? "

He covered his face and choked with despair: "I fled so far to quit, thinking that I would have a new life, but I was still caught and brought back.

I realized on the way that if I jump into the quagmire for one day, I will never be able to wash it clean for the rest of my life... I have done so many things against my will, and I will always pay the price for it. "

"Then live on, and use the rest of your life to repent for what you have done. "

"Can repentance save you?" Hudson was full of hope.

"No."

The boy shook his head, staring at the villain who had once been guilty of blood debts, his voice hoarse and indifferent: "You will live with guilt, live in the haze of the past for the rest of your life, until you die.

But at least, you can try to be a good person. "

Ye Qingxuan finished speaking and turned away.

Hudson was stunned and fell into silence.

He stared at the shadow that turned away, and couldn't help wanting to cry. It was like he had received great redemption.

"That's great..." He knelt in the rotten soil soaked with blood plasma with relief, and said goodbye to the shadow: "Sir, thank you."

In the distance, the shadow paused, looked back at him, and retracted his gaze after a long time.

"Thank you too."

He whispered softly. Perhaps this was the best sentence he had heard in all the words he had heard in these days.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xi asked softly: "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

"These days, there has been a question that has been confusing me, but now I realize that the answer has always been in my heart. "

In the dark, Ye Qingxuan smiled, relieved and satisfied: "-It turns out that insisting on being a good person is not meaningless. "