Whispering Verse

The surroundings were extremely quiet, Xia De saw no one, so he walked towards the sofa. No sitting down, easy to leave at any time.

But his eyes saw the brass-colored metal gear box on the coffee table again. According to common sense, Xia De would not take the initiative to touch any unknown items.

But at a close distance, apart from the large and small gear knobs on the brass cubic metal surface, he actually saw a line of distorted music-like characters on the upward front.

Although he hadn't seen it before, Shad still understood it:

"I watch you in the dark."

Immediately, the whispering voice in my heart reminded:

[You have come into contact with "Whispers". 】

"What, is this a relic?"

Xia De was surprised, and at the same time found that the bright gas lamps and crystal chandeliers in the room turned dim.

An inexplicable sense of terror made him look down at the brass gear box. The box was opened quietly at some point, and the front cover deviated from the box body.

As the lights dimmed, billows of black mist gushed out of it, rushing towards the surroundings like waves.

"Isn't this the plot of a horror novel...it's..."

[The containment of the relic is out of control. 】

Xia De didn't have time to react at all, and the black mist gushing out completely extinguished the light in the room.

The surroundings were completely dark, as if a layer of black ink had been painted in front of them. In the darkness, the emotion of fear became more and more intense, making Xia De's body tremble subconsciously.

In a world where darkness descends, the sense of direction is completely far away. Xia De felt as if he had fallen into the most terrifying abyss. He was attacked by fear in both body and mind, and at a certain moment he even thought that he was being watched by a huge indescribable thing in the darkness.

The extreme panic made him want to shout, but the outsider quickly calmed down, and he knew what to do at the moment was the most rational.

In the dark space, rationality and sensibility struggle with each other. This fear is not his emotional control, but an instinctive reaction. At the same time, in the moment of rising fear, whispers came from the darkness.

That wasn't a nice woman's voice in his head, it was the whisper of hatred and resentment that seemed to overlap with millions of people. The sound was like crawling white worms rubbing against the ear canal, and goose bumps even appeared on the back of the bare hands.

"Huh? Why can I see the back of my own hand?"

He looked down at his hand, which was covered with a faint silver brilliance, preventing his body from being completely swallowed by the darkness:

"Yes, I'm not an ordinary person anymore, I'm a Ring Warlock."

He barely calmed down in fear, looked at his hands, felt the slowly rotating brass life ring in his soul, and called it out.

The bell rings!

Behind the body wrapped in silver moonlight, the white steam in the dark space seemed to be stained with silver light.

whistle!

An inexplicable scream echoed in the distant time and space, and the deep darkness was shaken by it.

Hammer!

The sledgehammer struck from the depths of steam and darkness. Amidst the sparks flying, the brass life ring appeared behind him in a state of extremely high-speed spin, sputtering sparks into the darkness.

"Silver Moon!"

Even though he didn't master any Yinyue's thaumaturgy, Xia De, who was standing in the darkness, still obeyed his own thoughts, and shouted at this moment, holding his right hand high.

The full manifestation of the ring of life is the strongest posture of the ring warlock. The brass ring splashed with sparks has been echoed by the owner, and the [Silver Moon] core rune is flickering.

At this moment, Xia De seemed to hear the woman's laughter coming from beside his ears, and immediately, on his right index finger that was held high, silver light bloomed like a dazzling sun.

The radiance of the moonlight gradually spread to the surroundings, fading away the surrounding darkness like turning back time.

At the same time, Xia De also noticed that in front of him, a golden light outlined the silhouette of a sitting woman, and her light was also dispelling the terrifying darkness that emerged due to the loss of control of the relic.

"This is the person who wants to see me..."

Xia De thought in his heart, watching the light dispel the darkness and restore the surroundings to the appearance of the reception room.

The darkness receded unwillingly, the darkness wanted to tear Xia De apart, but couldn't get close to the brilliance of Yinyue.

Whispers were also cursing the people emitting light, and the voices overlapped repeatedly, almost indistinguishable. But Xia De still heard the most obvious voice among them, more than one whisper said that sentence, this was not aimed at him, it was an unintentional murmur of whispers in the dark.

The stranger understands the inexplicable language:

"Old Gods! You **** thieves! Thirteen..."

The darkness receded completely, and the silver brilliance in Xia De's fingers also gradually dissipated. But he feels that if he needs it, he can still use this ability, which can be regarded as the first thaumaturgy he created, [Silver Moon's Light Art].

Although it's not very useful.

The last whisper kept echoing in his ears, Xia De was surprised by the content, but he didn't know whether it was true or not. What is heard in the out-of-control whispers of the relic is usually not believable.

He looked down at the brass cubic box on the coffee table, but it was already closed, as if the black mist gushing out just now was just an illusion.

Then look up to the direction of the golden woman just now, that is the wall where the bookshelf is, and there is a wooden door with a gap in the lower right corner of the entire big bookshelf.

The handle of the wooden door is pure gold, which blends well with the bookshelf, so Shade didn't notice it when he walked into the room and stepped on the palm-wide red wool carpet.

He instinctively understood that he wanted to see his woman, the golden lady just now was in the room behind this door.

The interior is a bit cooler than the corridor. You must know that the corridor itself is cooler than the city on this summer night, and the indoor temperature seems to be regarded as the late autumn season.

"The temperature seems to be a little abnormal. I remember that the temperature was normal at the beginning. Is the consequence of the relic out of control still not over?"

[The power of the high-ring warlock affects the environment, and the opponent is probably very angry. 】

"High ring? Nine rings or above? Wait, how do you know? Also, why is she angry? Shouldn't I be the one who should be angry?"

Xia De was taken aback, when the voice finally came from behind the door:

"Young gentleman, do you know how much trouble you have caused? The poet-level relic [Box of Darkness] can only be read by reciting its own opening spell. Wen Shi, the containment was out of control. I just wanted to meet you, why did you do this? This incident once again told me that I must never leave the [relic] around, or I may meet some kind of people .”

Her speaking speed is not very fast, it is the kind of common northern language with an accent, and her age should be no more than thirty years old from the voice, but she may be just over twenty years old. The tone was so elegant that even Xia De could hear the undisguised anger in the other party's tone.

"I...sorry, I don't know...I don't want to shirk responsibility, but...excuse me, what do you want from me?"

He didn't know how to explain it. The lady behind the door must not have guessed that the invited guest could easily understand the ancient characters, let alone know the guest's spirit rune, so what happened just now was indeed caused by Shade.

He wanted to talk about compensation, but the other party was a high-level ring warlock, and he definitely couldn't afford it, so he could only ask the other party what he wanted to do.

Just now he and the other party used the power of the ring warlock, but the lady behind the door was not surprised, which meant that she already knew the identity of the detective when she invited the detective on the second floor.

This made Xia De very puzzled. He had only been a ring warlock for one day, so no one should see through him.

But at least the woman behind the door is not Mrs. La Soya. Even if she has never heard Mrs. La Soya speak, Xia De is sure that the kind of person who does not know whether it is a man or a woman cannot speak in such an elegant and quiet tone. .

"Young sir, what's your address?"

The woman behind the door asked, Xia De couldn't see through the door to see the other party, but thought the other party could see him. He fully imagined the scene of the woman sitting behind the table talking to him through the door.