"Can't we destroy the instruments?"
"The resonant connection between the instrument and the musician is even closer than that between husband and wife, than between blood relatives. If he senses that the instrument is damaged, we will lose the initiative. Because whether he escapes or performs a large-scale sacrifice on the spot, he forcibly Even if we attack hard, we can’t do anything.”
Ye Qingxuan's heart moved: "We just need..."
"Impossible." The wolf flute revealed the luck in his heart: "You have never seen a sacrifice with your own eyes, so you don't understand. As long as the black musician plays and sings the evil god's praise, it is enough to attract the evil god's attention. The praise is The sound will cover the entire town, and then everyone can only watch their blood seeping out from under the skin and gathering into a river on the ground. All lives will be snatched away by the palms from the abyss. This process can even last three days hours, because the musician's performance is only the keynote, and the mourning of the sacrifice is the theme of the praise. This is the most annoying thing about the cultist: even if it is easy to kill him, it is difficult to stop his counterattack that will kill him. However, The Hundred-Eyed One is not a generous god, and sacrificing a sacrifice is a severe torture for the musician himself. Unless the price is too high for him to bear, he will not use it so easily."
After hearing what Wolf Flute said, the luck in Ye Qingxuan's eyes extinguished little by little, and in the end, he fell into silence.
"So, must, must we do this?"
"This is the best way at the moment." Langdi said, "Ye, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."
"Where's the town's garrison? Isn't there still..."
"For musicians, the number of ordinary people is meaningless. Even if they are called, it will only increase casualties."
Langdi's eyes were cold: "I'm sorry, I brought him here, so I can't let his destruction continue. I have a more important mission that must continue. If it cannot be completed, the people who die will be smaller than this one." The town should be dozens or even a hundred times larger.”
In the silence, he turned his head and stared at Vito.
Vito's face gradually turned pale.
"Sorry, although I don't know you, I can only give you this task. This is not a forced recruitment under the Musicians Act, but I hope you can understand the reason."
He reached out and pressed Vito's shoulder: "This is my personal request, please..."
His words stopped abruptly, because his palm was not pressed down, but was clamped by the palm stretched out next to him, making him unable to move.
He had never thought that this oriental boy's arms were so powerful, like iron pincers.
Vito was stunned. Langdi turned his head in surprise and saw the boy with his head lowered.
"Ye, not now..."
Lang Di wanted to say something, but he saw the young man raised his head. His white hair had a metallic silver light in the candlelight, but his pupils were pitch black.
"I go."
Ye Qingxuan said softly: "The rainmaker has seen me. He won't doubt me if I hold an instrument."
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When Ye Qingxuan walked out of the room, he saw the silent priest at the end of the corridor. The priest stared at him quietly, his eyes complicated.
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head silently, and as he walked past him, he said softly: "I disappoint you, Father. I'm probably not born to be a clergyman."
The priest remained silent and allowed him to push open the church door and leave with the black box in hand. The big yellow dog didn't know what happened, and left happily with him.
Soon, Wolf Flute lamely pushed the wheelchair out of the room.
"This is a call for musicians. I can't comment on it, but I hope you understand one thing."
Father Ben suddenly said softly: "I tell you in the name of the representative of the Order, if something happens to him and you are still alive, you will pay the price for your mistake."
"He will come back alive." Wolf Flute whispered: "Even if I die."
As he spoke, he glanced at the night outside the church door, couldn't help but sigh, and continued lamely pushing the wheelchair towards the scheduled location.
But in his mind, the expression on the young man's face when he said those words was still lingering in his mind: solemn and peaceful, with a smile that even he couldn't detect...smile
Such a smile without looking back, like a moth flying toward a flame...
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After escaping at dusk, Ye Qingxuan was unconscious for an hour, and it was already late at night when he returned to the street.
The night was thick, and the quiet town was dark, with no pedestrians left.
Ye Qingxuan was walking alone on the street when he heard the brisk footsteps of the big yellow dog behind him. Lao Fei followed Ye Qingxuan and looked up at him, his eyes still disdainful, unable to figure out what he was trying to get.
Now seeing Lao Fei's unruly look, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a little relaxed.
After so many years, I came to this city far away from Avalon. Things and people have changed, but it still stays with me, and I don't care that this "little brother" is useless and lazy, and he often catches dead mice for me to eat. It was so comforting and heartwarming.
"Old Fei, go back."
Ye Qingxuan knelt down, touched his collar, and said softly: "Thank you for staying with me all these years."
Lao Fei tilted his head and looked at him, as if he didn't understand. After a long time, he stretched out his paw, put it on his shoulder, and patted him hard twice. It’s this signature encouraging move again. I really don’t know where he learned it from.
"Woof~"
It barked, opened its mouth and yawned, then turned and left, looking back at the end of the street, glanced at him, and then walked home.
Under the moonlight, Ye Qingxuan watched Lao Fei walk away, lowered his head, untied the silver rope on the black box, and tore off the seal.
As a result, the cold river water emerged from the cracks in the box and dripped on the ground, leaving a wet trail. The etheric cord handmade by Wolf Flute blocked the resonance of the instrument. But now as the rope was untied, it began to tremble again, making a sound calling its owner to come.
Ye Qingxuan waited quietly, recalling the sound of the wolf whistle.
"The Rainmaker is not a rare singer, nor is he a talented person. I don't know how deep his research on runes is, but I can be sure that most of his abilities lie in musical instruments. Therefore, as long as you carry it, the Rainmaker will be a rat weapon and will not dare to use too harmful methods on you. This is an opportunity for us. But you have to be careful, the Hundred-Eyed One will often give his attendants some Weird abilities and props.”
Wolf Flute stroked the recorder on his lap and said with cold eyes: "Your mission is just to lure him out. Once he appears, he will completely destroy the instrument and then leave quickly. I will follow you in the dark to deal with his mission give it to me."
Ye Qingxuan recalled silently, making sure that he didn't miss anything.
In the silence, he heard the sound of ocean waves in the distance, like the fear in his heart, they were stirring and swaying in the small cavity.
So he heard the sound of his own heartbeat, which was chaotic, panicked, and trembling.
If he died, would the priest be sad? He is a qualified caregiver. Adopted him and indulged his rebellion for so many years... and Lao Fei, and Vito.
Will they all be fine in the future
Ye Qingxuan's thoughts suddenly stopped and he stopped imagining.
Because he finally heard footsteps coming from afar, so low and so quiet.
"he came."
Ye Qingxuan turned around and stared at the source of the sound, talking to himself, but suddenly he was no longer afraid.
Obviously, everything in my heart was filled with fear and uneasiness, but my heart suddenly calmed down and my blood was flowing, like a snow river flowing in a glacier, so quiet and peaceful.
—This is probably you, right
"Then come on."
he said softly.
Be it a musician, be it a monster, be it fate.
I won't be afraid.
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In the silence, the moonlight flows silently.
Under the clear light, someone walked heavily from the darkness.
As if he was carrying something extremely heavy, or as if he was seriously injured, his steps staggered, dragging his body forward with difficulty.
He walked under the moonlight and raised his head stiffly. When he saw Ye Qingxuan, a smile appeared on his lips, and the ax trailing on the ground started to spark happily.
he came!
"wrong."
Ye Qingxuan suddenly heard a voice in his heart: "This is wrong..."
The vaguely familiar figure was wearing a gray leather coat, and his face was shrouded in the darkness of the hood, but the ax in his hand reflected the moonlight.
The heavy cutting ax drew a stream of sparks on the ground, and then was raised high, as if to chop up the light of the waning moon. Immediately afterwards, he rushed over, very fast, and shouted crazily.
"That's wrong!" Ye Qingxuan suddenly woke up.
But it's too late.
The desolate flute sound suddenly sounded, like an eagle soaring into the sky, rising up, rising up, rising up!
It swirled upward with a swaying tune, then fell from the sky and swept over the earth, so that the earth began to tremble. The sound of the flute floats like a ghost, calling.
Then the dust flew up, was wrapped in the moonlight, trembled, became blurred, and soon took on a concrete form... It walked on the ground, its silver hair fluttering in the wind, like the moonlight flowing.
A sharp roar burst out from its mouth, and it jumped up from the ground, revealing a huge figure as tall as a person in the air. That's a huge... jackal? !
Following the call, several giant wolves similar to it jumped down from the eaves and walls. The speed was as fast as silver tracks circling in the mist. In just a moment, he was in front of the man and bit the sharp ax in his hand.
The ax made of fine iron deformed like soil under the wolf's kiss, broke into two pieces, and fell apart! His legs were also shattered at the same time. The wolves pounced on him, as if they were going to cut him into pieces, but they stopped abruptly at the last moment.
"Wolf whistle, stop!"
Ye Qingxuan shouted: "He is not a rainmaker."
The wolves seemed to have frozen, stopping instantly. They stared closely at the man in the pool of blood on the ground, and then looked back at him. In an instant, dozens of green eyes stared at him, and the pure animalistic look made him shudder.
He suppressed his overwhelming fear, walked into the pool of blood, pulled off the hood in the pool of blood, and then froze.
There is no way the person coming is the rainmaker.
Under the moonlight, he knew that ugly and bloated face!
This man is clearly Pippin, the town’s woodcutter! He is very ugly because of a serious illness when he was young. Although he drank heavily, he always drank until he fell into coma. But he is a very good person and has helped many homeless children. Because of his appearance, he is feared by others, so he lives in a wooden house on the edge of town, with only stray cats to keep him company.
But why does he come here
Why raise a weapon against yourself
In the midst of his astonishment, he saw Pippen's pupils suddenly move, and in those white pupils, there was clearly a black spot spreading.
Pippen... smiled? !