Crown of Silence

"Force the jackal to become a fantasy beast...twist the rules...scepter level?"

The rainmaker covered his tragic wound, looking like crying and laughing: "You have reached this level? How old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?"

"Twenty-three.

Wolf Flute wiped the blood on half of his face and laughed coldly: "How is it? Does the distance between geniuses and mortals make you despair?"

"Twenty-three? I'm forty-seven years old."

Rainmaker muttered to himself in despair: "I have paid so much and even became a believer of the Hundred Eyes. It took me more than ten years. Why would someone like you... touch that threshold first?"

"Why?!"

He raised his head stiffly and screamed, ignoring his tragic injuries: "I have paid so much!! So much!!!"

"I told you everything."

Wolf Flute grinned and laughed miserably like a wolf: "Because I am a genius."

He hid his recorder where the rainmaker couldn't see him, and his face was dull. Only when his fingers rubbed the crack that almost ran through the recorder, he felt twitching and distressed.

Sure enough, it was still too forced.

"Is it?"

Rainmaker stared into his eyes and suddenly sneered, as if he saw the reflection of someone in his eyes, and suddenly realized: "That's such an honor. I thought geniuses have no weaknesses."

Wolf Flute frowned indifferently and flicked his fingers slightly. The silver wolf roared under the moonlight and suddenly disappeared again! The silver wolf stalks in the void, biting out at the enemy's throat.

"over there!"

The rainmaker suddenly fired a blast of iron, and his blood energy gathered on the iron piece in his hand, causing the iron piece to scream horribly. The explosive iron stirred up thick water vapor and roared out, but the location was completely opposite to the direction where the Wolf King was about to appear!

It was clear that he missed, but at that moment, Lang Flute felt rage bursting out of his head.

Because the direction that Blast Iron went to... was the fainting white-haired boy in the corner!

The Rainmaker said he found his weakness, and yes, he found it...

Wolf Flute sighed, closed his eyes, and waved his hand.

As a result, the silver wolf forcibly flashed out of the void and stopped in front of the young man. Dozens of pieces of iron sand crashed into his body instantly, and silver blood flew out, causing it to scream sharply and look crazy in its eyes.

Langdi's body shook.

The Wolf King frantically rubbed its four claws, trying to tear the damn enemy apart, but then, another piece of explosive iron hit its body like a meteorite, and the fragments flew out, scratching its eyes.

Langdi's body shook again.

"Mr. Genius, you shouldn't look over there. You've looked at him so many times...do you care about him?" The rainmaker laughed hoarsely until he couldn't breathe.

It was obvious that he was kneeling on the ground, coughing in pain, but his voice was full of ridicule: "No one would believe it if I told you, would a murderous music musician care about the life of a child? Hahaha, someone like you Genius is also a shame among legal lawyers, right?”

"Aren't you afraid that you will bet wrong?" Lang Di's face was gloomy.

"But what if you win the bet? It's nothing more than fate."

The rainmaker stretches out his hand,

Picking up the instrument in the pool of blood, after experiencing the overclocking load, the instrument that had been with him for many years became unusually hot.

He didn't care at all about the scorching temperature, held it tightly, and swung another blast of iron.

collapse!

In the wheelchair, Langdi's body was twitching and unable to move.

The rainmaker looked back at his enemy with a cold look: "What's more... I can meet a fool who ties a consumable such as a summoned object to his life. Is it my luck too?"

Wolf Flute was silent. He lowered his head and was speechless.

Thick blood dripped from his wheelchair and gathered into a small pool on the ground.

Qi is like a gossamer.

"I won."

The rainmaker announced coldly.

As if sensing that his master was dying, in front of Ye Qingxuan, the wolf king angrily got up from the ground. Regardless of the wounds on his body, he got up frantically from the ground and rushed towards the rainmaker.

"Three rounds of explosive iron can't solve it. The spirit wolf is really troublesome..."

The rainmaker frowned, raised the clarinet to his lips, and the sharp and high-pitched sound spread again along with the wildly dancing blood mist. The shrill roars of countless people converged into that terrifying performance, and the sound seemed to turn into a long knife, scratching people's eardrums, which was unbearable.

In the wildly dancing blood mist, the explosive iron condensed again, one, two, three...six!

The six explosive irons released a scorching red light, and the low buzzing sound spread the head-numbing lethality.

Immediately afterwards...

--boom!

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For a moment, the rainmaker heard nothing.

His eyes were dark and dim, and he could only vaguely see a ray of light.

He whined in agony and looked down at his hands - they had exploded to pieces with the blast of the clarinet. Plasma emerged from the broken wrist joints and flowed.

Under the moonlight, he raised his head, revealing his torn face, his chin hanging on his neck, dripping with blood. In the blur of blood and flesh, only one shriveled eyeball was blinking, in a daze.

The silver wolf that originally pounced on him had disappeared without a trace. It had already reached the breaking point, and just now it was just a desperate counterattack.

At the end, the rainmaker finally let out a sharp scream.

"Wolf whistle!!!"

He roared: "Wolf whistle!!!"

"Errors in the instrument will lead to control errors. Control errors will cause the ether to lose control. The ether's loss of control will bring devastating consequences... Langdi is indeed right."

Amidst his vague roar, a hoarse voice whispered.

The white-haired boy who was supposed to be in a coma didn't know when he opened his eyes and stared at him quietly with bloodshot pupils.

"you lose."

He said so.

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In a daze, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes with difficulty and felt his skull being hit by a hammer, making a buzzing sound.

The mere disturbance of the noise made him so dizzy that he almost fell to his knees. The power of the musician, even the aftermath, is enough to destroy a person's sanity and resistance.

He felt like his body was about to break.

As soon as he was hit head-on with enough force to tear down a wall, he was already on the verge of collapse.

Immediately afterwards, in the middle of the confrontation between the two musicians, he suffered the aftermath and almost fell into shock. Fortunately, the final explosion woke him up. He felt like he was having a nightmare, his internal organs were beating wildly, but his body refused to obey.

Unable to move.

"I lost?"

The rainmaker looked at him in astonishment, lowered his head dully, looked at the fragments on the ground, and said in a vague voice: "You have done something to my instrument... No! It is obviously complete!"

"Yes, it's just that you didn't notice that there is one missing spare part inside."

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand with difficulty. On his fingertips, the slender 'reed' reflected the moonlight, illuminating his pupils and flowing like snow.

"I always feel that it is too dangerous to return the complete instrument to you, but Wolf Flute said that if you destroy it, you will notice it...so I think it is not impossible to return it to you."

He coughed quietly and chuckled: "Just replace one pin spring and it will be fine."

Ye Qingxuan dropped the reed in his hand on the ground, gasping in pain from the simple movement: "I used your original spare parts, soaked in strong acid to make them old, and then carved a very shallow incision."

The boy gestured with two fingers: "It's just a tiny crack. In a hurry, people won't notice the change in timbre. Its only flaw is that it easily breaks after high heat and overload vibration..."

"If you miss something, you will miss it a thousand miles."

He whispered softly in an ancient oriental proverb: "It turns out the principles are the same."

"From the beginning……"

The rainmaker staggered towards him, his face twitching: "Have you planned it from the beginning? No, I am the only one who knows the flaws of the Rain Demon Song... I should be the only one who knows about it!"

"maybe."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes: "Originally, I almost forgot about it."

'Song of the Rain Demon' is indeed powerful, both in terms of aggression and influence on the environment, it is far superior to similar music, but this does not mean that it is without flaws: it can forcibly extract all the heat in the mist and use it as the power to explode iron. , so that this small effect, which was originally just a thrown object, is forcibly advanced and has destructive lethality.

But this means that the load on the instrument is ten times that of other performances.

Once out of control, all the heat will explode in an instant...

The rainmaker roared angrily, but felt his jaw finally detached from its original place and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, blood flowed out of the body, unstoppable. His body was decaying rapidly, and the things that had been taken away by the evil god as a price disappeared again. He fell to the ground, feeling that his vitality was quickly being drained away.

If the world is like a dining table to those with hundreds of eyes, then the so-called believers are nothing more than pepper shakers at hand. Now that the pepper is about to grow hairy... of course it needs to be eaten quickly.

Eat, eat, eat.

Eat.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. I clearly followed your will, why should I..."

The half-broken Rainmaker struggled in a pool of blood, crawling forward with difficulty. His last single eye fell on Ye Qingxuan, and suddenly a fanatical light flashed: "Body, yes, I need a new body! This is your promise Is there hope for my rebirth? I have God’s approval!”

He laughed, as if to comfort himself, but all he could make was a hollow sound. But on his broken right hand, the last two remaining fingers were holding the 'worm' that was twisting like a leech.

He crawled towards Ye Qingxuan, squirming in a pool of blood: "Body, give me a new body..."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hands with difficulty to prop up his body, but was unable to do so. He smelled the stench coming towards him, and amid the sound of the blood being stirred, the rapidly decaying Rainmaker finally pulled down his trouser legs and smiled ecstatically:

"Body, body!"

Ye Qingxuan's face was pale, and he pulled out half of the dagger from his sleeve with trembling fingers... It was what Vito had given him to protect him before leaving. He didn't expect that it would become his life-saving straw now.

His arm trembled, and he aimed the dagger at the evil old man in front of him with difficulty. However, in the eyes of the rainmaker, he could not see fear and frustration, but the contempt as if he were watching a joke. and ridicule.

"What are you holding in your hand? A toy?"

The rainmaker opened his broken mouth as if laughing. Then he raised his fingers and snapped his fingers. The knuckles exploded, but the sound of the knuckles colliding was like a hammer hitting Ye Qingxuan's hand.

Click!

Ye Qingxuan's wrist was suddenly dislocated, and the dagger flew out of his hand and shattered into iron slag in the pool of blood.

"Child, don't be afraid, don't resist me..."

Master Buyu looked into Ye Qingxuan's eyes, laughing with ecstasy: "As long as you sleep for a moment, you can complete the transfer of will."

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, panted, and said nothing.

He wanted to escape backwards, but there was a wall behind him, and he had no way to escape.

Throughout the whole process, he only expected one thing wrong, which was Master Buyu's dying counterattack.

But if he made a mistake in this step, there would be no way back.

Master Buyu screamed in pain again, because the cold worm drilled into his left eye, dug into the flesh and skull, and pierced into the big. Then he stretched out the other end of the sucker, crawled on Ye Qingxuan's chest, and quickly moved towards his pupils.

Great, rebirth is in sight!

Master Buyu was overjoyed.

"Don't resist, accept God's reward, good boy, we can reach the pinnacle of musicians together!"

He was so happy that he was incoherent: "Aren't you excited?! I will always remember you, young man, what's your name? Where are you from?! Why don't you speak? You must be too nervous, it's okay, I forgive you... We are really a pair of good friends, you know?"

But Ye Qingxuan seemed to be scared and didn't speak. He just looked behind Master Buyu, as if he was looking at the best thing in the world, and he couldn't help laughing as he looked at it.

"He is not your good friend..."

A hoarse voice came from behind Master Buyu, which stunned Master Buyu.

Master Buyu finally saw that in the reflection of Ye Qingxuan's pupils, there was a yellow old dog standing in a pool of blood. Next to the old dog, there was a blond boy with a livid face, as if he was forcibly suppressing his fear.

As Master Buyu watched, he raised the iron rod in his hand to seal the door, raised it high, and then smashed it down!

"——I am!!!!"

Kapa!

A dent appeared on Master Buyu's head, and he fell to the ground. His expression froze, and he looked at the mad boy blankly, his lips stammering as if he wanted to say something, but he saw Vito lift the iron rod, and then... smash!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the almost brutal beating, Master Buyu's head gradually shrank, and his last pupils were full of despair, and he spoke with difficulty: "Wait, I..."

Bang!

Vito smashed the last blow expressionlessly, and blood spurted onto his face, staining his green eyes red.

After a crisp sound, there was no sound.

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Ah, the ranking on the new book list has dropped so much, please recommend~