Crown of Silence

Chapter 130 A Cloud-piercing Arrow

Over the years, the professor has seen perverts, geniuses, and indescribable monsters, but he has never seen... this kind of illusion.

Right in front of him, Holmes and his assistant, the bastard, divided the work and cooperated with each other, using a method that he couldn't understand at all, to dismantle the entire resonance ring at an unprecedented speed!

And these two bastards seemed to have discussed the order in advance, not dismantling all at the same time, but directly "digging holes" in the resonance ring.

Directly dismantled the innermost core note, and then stuffed the materials on it into the pocket behind without hesitation.

First take the most important rune stone, then take the most expensive lapis lazuli, and pick up the big gems first... Cousin, what is this thigh bone? Don't worry about what it is, pack it up and take it back to stew a big bone soup for Lao Fei...

It's like two hungry monsters rushed into the restaurant, leaving behind any valuable things wherever they passed.

Dismantle what you can take away, and install what you dismantle. Dismantle what you can't take away, and smash it!

These two bastards, one big and one small, are like robbers, plundering the precious wealth that originally belonged to the Indians. In just a few minutes, they swept away hundreds of thousands of pounds of precious materials!

If this continues, all the good things will be taken away.

The professor gritted his teeth, and his heart was ruthless. He gave up the idea of ​​looking for an opportunity to do something dirty, and his concentration on cracking his subordinates also increased.

Based on the original progress, he used the orthodox cracking technology to catch up with the cheating progress of Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi! He was ruthless, plundering the precious materials that could help him heal his injuries, and taking away all those who couldn't help.

While nervously dividing the spoils, the two sometimes looked up at each other's progress with unusual nervousness, and then felt the same bitterness.

——That originally belonged to me!

The two people had the same pain in their eyes...

While they were cracking the code, Ye Qingxuan quietly gave Bai Xi a look, and the two of them went straight past the progress of the code and rushed straight to the center of the magic circle.

In the layers of ether light, the thing suspended in the air was the most important material in the entire magic circle - the saint's relic!

The professor noticed their actions, looked up in surprise, and suddenly stretched out his hand to stop them. But Ye Qingxuan's actions were faster. He grabbed the baby's fist-sized ball, took it out of the magic circle, and held it firmly in his hand.

When the ball was in his hand, Ye Qingxuan felt his palm numb, and his hair made a slight crackling sound. But when he grabbed that thing, his mind became clear, and the weakness that he had just forced to cover up disappeared. It was as if he had rested enough and was full of energy.

With the stimulation of the electric shock, the body continuously released vigorous vitality!

There is no doubt that this is a good thing.

On the other side of the magic circle, the professor said sinisterly: "If I were you, I wouldn't do it."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "There is a saint's relic in front of me and I don't take it... Am I a fool?"

The professor sneered: "It is true that it is a holy relic left by the Indian saint, but it is also a big bomb.

If you don't have enough fine control ability, you will be killed by it when you trigger its ability... It's not so easy to take a hot potato."

Fine control ability?

Ye Qingxuan glanced at the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant in his hand and smiled: "I like eating sweet potatoes the most, the hotter the better."

The professor glanced at him coldly and retracted his sight.

The speed of the people on both sides increased again. Soon, they completely dismantled the magic circle, leaving no tiles. Like a gust of wind passing through, everything was swept away.

If the group of Indians saw this miserable scene, they would probably cry and cry blood and tears.

As if he felt guilty, Ye Qingxuan stopped when he dismantled the last part and gave up that part of the materials.

The professor also took them in without hesitation.

"Happy times always pass very quickly, and it's time to say goodbye again."

Ye Qingxuan took Bai Xi back a big step, revealing a regretful expression of "reluctance to part", and stepped back quickly, saying goodbye incoherently:

"You and I met today, and we should have a big meeting, but unfortunately there is no wine here. The mountains are always green and the water flows forever. There may be a day when you and I will meet again in the rivers and lakes. At that time, we will drink wine with you and talk about heroes in the world..."

As he spoke, he ran away.

Unfortunately, behind them, the professor was chasing closely.

"Hey, friend, just send me off, don't follow me."

In front, Ye Qingxuan waved, hoping that he would stop quickly.

But the professor laughed sinisterly.

"You seem to have forgotten one thing, Mr. Holmes."

His eyes were full of murderous intent: "Now the magic circle has been completely cracked. What can you use to stop me?"

As he said this, he clenched the silver flute and sighed softly: "It's a pity, if you are given some time to grow, you will be a good opponent..."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and then laughed.

"Haha, Professor, do you know?"

He straightened his chest and stood in front of Bai Xi: "We have power that you can't imagine! You'd better not make a mistake!"

"Oh?" The professor sneered and slowly approached: "Tell me, let me hear it, is it a righteous heart? Or boiling blood?"

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and said with a smile:

"——It's 'call someone'."

At that moment, the professor's face suddenly changed. Before he could do anything, he heard Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi shouting in the Indian dialect as if their children had died:

"Hurry up and someone is coming!!! The professor sneaked in!!!"

At that moment, the professor's face changed rapidly, and he waved his hand and the silver flute made a harsh sound, interrupting their shouting.

But at the entrance in the distance, all the big men guarding there suddenly changed their faces.

On the stone steps in the middle, the ascetic monk who closed his eyes to rest suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, full of furious murderous intent.

He jumped up from the ground and ran down barefoot, leaving rows of wet footprints on the world under his feet. If the torch was brought closer to look carefully, it would be found that the footprints had been deeply imprinted in the stone, with holes all over it, as if it was shot by silver needles.

"Moo!"

He shouted out this sacred note representing enlightenment, and his body suddenly expanded, from a skinny and short old man to a three-meter-tall giant in an instant. His skin was ashen, and when he stomped his feet, the earth shook, and he rushed down!

And in the tunnel, Ye Qingxuan also knocked his palm at the same time, and the dark melody that had been brewing for a long time sounded like a tide!

So, the black river rushed from the void!

Not an attack, not a defense, but a victorious turn and escape!

Goodbye!

In the last moment of disappearing into the darkness, he waved to the figure, and the last thing he saw was the professor's furious face, and a flash of... trance in his furious eyes? -

Just after the black giant passed by the Indian strongman holding a sword and several vicious dogs, Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and ran at the same time.

They ran against time and finally successfully returned to the room before the effect of Black Friday dissipated.

The two men looked at each other, and their men did not stop. First, they gathered the stolen goods into the backpack in tacit understanding, and then wrapped the robes, wigs, and headscarves that were originally disguised.

Finally, the two men took out the small bottles in their arms and smeared a thick layer of palm oil on each other's exposed skin. The palm oil with added volatiles dried quickly, leaving only a layer of dark color, just like the natural skin color.

Finally, the two of them worked together to throw the fat ball who had fainted on the ground on the bed, messed up the bed, and made it look like they had fought all night.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

The two brothers walked out with their arms around each other, talking intimately, and walked quickly towards the door.

In the lobby, Salman saw them coming out, and was stunned for a moment, and hurried to greet them: It's only been more than half an hour, and these two masters have finished their work?

I didn't expect that the two of them together would be faster than one person!

"Master, Master, have you finished enjoying it?"

He came closer and rubbed his hands flatteringly: "Are you leaving? Are you dissatisfied with our service?"

"People here are too frivolous. Just touching them makes them faint!"

Ye Qingxuan spoke the common language with an Indian accent and threw a roll of banknotes into his arms. He pushed him away irritably:

"Get out of the way, we need to go to the toilet."

"We need to go to the toilet together?" Salman was stunned.

"We are two brothers, we advance and retreat together, we eat together, we drink together, we have fun together, we go to the toilet together, is that not okay?"

Ye Qingxuan and his men walked quickly through the lobby and headed for the door without stopping.

"But the toilet, the toilet is inside..."

"We like to pee outside, what do you care about us?!" Ye Qingxuan waved his hand irritably: "Go away, go away..."

Salman was pushed away and was stunned for a moment. He felt that his clothes were wet. He wiped them casually and saw a layer of brown oil color:

How come these two uncles started to fade while walking?

Just when he was stunned, Ye Qingxuan and his friends were about to step out of the gate of Ganlu City. He couldn't help but smile on his tense face.

Hahaha, a great harvest, a great harvest!

Millions of pounds of precious runes, lapis lazuli, and priceless relics of saints, all belong to the Ye family! The surname is Ye!

From today on, I can also live a luxurious life of learning musical notes to burn runes and exchanging music scores with lapis lazuli! He decided to take out 30,000 pounds first and hire that bitch Charles to wash his pants for a week!

Well, then throw away the washed pants and replace them all with silk ones!

He was completely immersed in the fantasy of the nouveau riche, but suddenly, a painful scream like a cuckoo crying blood rang out in the backyard.

"Where's the relic! Where's the relic!"

A hoarse voice screamed: "Where's my relic!"

Those who knew knew that his saint's relic was lost, and those who didn't thought that the old ghost had crawled out of the grave!

Ye Qingxuan quickened his pace, but suddenly felt a wave of waves spreading from the backyard and passing by him.

In his arms, the spherical relic trembled for no reason and responded.

Damn it!

Forgot to cancel the tracking rune attached to it!

Ye Qingxuan's face changed, and he heard a roar of breaking the wall and tiles behind him. In an instant, an old man with a white beard and a sacred look broke through the wall, and the solemn and magnificent drum sound spread all over his body, which made people feel awe and dared not look directly at him.

Well, if he was not naked and only wore a loincloth.

This is the old musician Pusu Po who broke out after receiving the news!

"Don't leave!"

At this moment, Pusupo's heart was filled with rage, and her scarlet eyes stared at the young man at the door:

"Keep my relics! My relics!"

At this time, is there any other response needed?

There is only one way left...

--run!

In an instant, before anyone could react, Ye Qingxuan picked up Bai Xi and walked away. Supported by the iron bones inside the dress, he moved quickly, rising and falling five or six meters before disappearing into the night in an instant.

All that was left was a series of despicable laughter that captured the essence of Charles, and parting words that faded away:

"——Thief Sun! Come after me!"

In the lobby, Pusupo's face turned from green to red, from red to black, and finally turned ashen.

He originally thought that after the musician who stole his saint's relics was exposed, he would at least give a couple of words to explain the scene, and he was also prepared to use words to drag the guy down. At the same time, he seized the time to call his single drum and play "Bharata" Chapter of the Wrath of God.

But he didn't expect that at the critical moment when he was gathering energy, these two little bastards ran away!

In an instant, he reacted, roared, and without caring about waiting for the instruments in the room to play, he suddenly jumped into the night and chased after him!