In the darkness, the boy held his cane and manipulated the dark melody with his eyes closed.
In this place where there will be absolutely no interruptions, he can devote himself wholeheartedly to the manipulation of ether. He could feel that the notes flowed with his will, jumping out of the strings and falling into the ubiquitous ether ocean, stirring up layers of reverberation 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 movement 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 "Jiuxiao Huanpei" that was silent 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 all generations, integrating into the Ye family's bloodline. Now, it has also turned into 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 progressive melody suddenly stopped for a moment.
"Bai Xi? Lao Fei?"
He opened his eyes in shock: "Why are you here?!"
…
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.
That 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 of here!"
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 of here!"
"Black, black musician!"
Some people in the crowd couldn't help but screamed: "Run quickly, that guy is a black musician!"
… Black musician!
In an instant, everyone had a "clear understanding" of the true nature of the devil, followed by a "tremor".
That's right, only a monster like the Black Musician can manipulate such a dark and strange melody, so playfully and easily play with people's sanity, turning a living person into a madman.
All those who became black musicians were either wanted by the Silent Agency for exploring forbidden areas, or they had taken refuge in the evil god and became 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 the 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.
…
"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 anger of the Rat King with his strange appearance, and then tempted him to discover the tombstone he had carved in advance, stimulating fear in his heart. In the end, 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 originally formulating this plan, Ye Qingxuan felt that it would be extremely difficult to implement it. But he never thought that the whole process was so... easy
Just as it should be, and as it should be, the fear in those people's hearts was aroused.
easy.
How many things have you done against your will that have accumulated so much venom in your heart
The poisonous snake's venom will eventually poison you, and those forgotten dark past events will remain in your heart, like ghosts residing in your soul, haunting you day and night.
One day, they will have to face the sins they have committed and pay the price.
Ye Qingxuan has no mercy on this. From the day those guys embarked on the road of depravity, they should have understood 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 and his expression became fierce: "I count down to three times. If you still don't come out, then I have no choice but to apologize."
Under the pale moonlight, the thing in his hand glowed coldly.
That's a mirror. But on the back of the mirror, there is a ferocious face engraved on it, covered with scales, and its hair is made up of wriggling snakes.
In its mouth, it swallowed the forked snake letter, which was lifelike.
—The Gorgon Mirror!
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 minds in the mirror and made them into equipment.
Unlocking the seal will summon a gorgon's shadow.
This is the rare piece of equipment that requires no musician skill to use. The only condition is to satisfy the Gorgon's bloodthirsty desire.
The Gorgon is nicknamed the "Vengeance Evil Spirit" because the moment it is summoned, it will take revenge on any force that has harmed the summoner.
Even if the melody is used to evoke the dark side of the heart.
In purely destructive terms, it is not terrible. It can only attack through the bite and poison of the snake's hair, which is not a problem for third-level musicians. But in terms of difficulty, it is the most famous among all monsters.
Because it will be extremely difficult to defeat, those who watch 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 pieces of music are protected against this curse, but most musicians fear it.
Not to mention Ye Qingxuan, who was an apprentice a few days ago.
…
In the crowd, Bai Xi frowned, thinking about his response strategy.
But before she could think of a way, a sad and lingering melody spread from the ancient mirror.
Countless sorrow and sadness are filled in the melody, echoing in the moonlight, it is the melody imprinted in the mirror - "Song of the Exile"!
The bronze mirror reflected the moonlight, and a shadow soared out of it. It dives into the bodies on the ground and feasts on them.
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. When it fell into the rotten soil, it made a hissing sound.
"go."
Sam growled, "Find the musician."
The summoned demon looked around, its vertical pupils full of cruelty and ferocity, distinguishing each person's face. Carefully sniffing every breath in the air, as if sensing the fluctuations in the ether, I finally noticed clues.
In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan felt the cold air coming closer and closer.
The Nine Heavens Ring Pendant in his hand vibrated like a warning, indicating that danger was approaching. He gathered his energy in silence and prepared to fight back violently.
Beside the Rat King, the Gorgon's scarlet eyes became brighter and brighter, and she made a hissing sound. Relying on the beast-like sense of smell and etheric induction, it vaguely sensed the enemy's position.
On her head, snake hair danced wildly, and the light of the petrified curse slowly lit up.
"There's really nothing we can do this time."
Among the crowd, Bai Xi sighed.
"Cousin, you really killed me this time..." She murmured in a low voice: "I just want to watch the fun and just play a drum, why should I hold the cylinder for you? Besides, like me Isn’t it said that for a naturally beautiful and good-looking girl, it’s okay as long as she shows off her face?”
She muttered something softly, stepped forward, and walked out of the crowd.
In the dancing firelight, in full view of everyone, she took off the mask on her face.
As a result, Bai Xi showed her fair face.
Sam was suddenly startled, turned around, and saw her, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
"Hey, good evening, my friend."
The little girl whispered and raised her wrist. There is a slender silver-white bracelet tied to the wrist, with a gravel-like bell attached to it, which makes a crisp sound every time it collides.
Ding~
"Who are you?" Sam shouted, raising the crossbow in his hand.
"The messenger of justice I passed 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. The five fingers clenched tightly, and the sound of drums faintly echoed 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:
"—That's weird!"
Then, there was wind and thunder!