"Force the Jackal into 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 with air-conditioning: "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 more than ten years. Why would someone like you... why would 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 out of sight of the rainmaker, and his expression was dull. Only when his fingers rubbed the crack that almost ran through the recorder, he felt a twitching heartache.
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!
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 instantly crashed into his body, 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.
He was obviously 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 reached out and picked 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 about the scorching temperature at all, 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 and raised the clarinet to his lips. The sharp and high-pitched sound spread again along with the wildly dancing blood mist. The shrill roars of countless people converged into the 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 blasting irons released a scorching red light, and the low buzzing sound spread the head-numbing lethality.
Immediately afterwards…
-boom!
…
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, looking down at his hands—they had exploded, along with 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."
Amid 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.
…
…
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 blast 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 "reeds" reflected the moonlight, illuminating his pupils and flowing like snow.
"I always feel that returning the complete instrument to you is too dangerous, 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 softly 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 this 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 fog 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 withdrawn.
If the world is like a dining table to those with hundreds of eyes, then the so-called believers are just pepper shakers at hand. Now the pepper is about to grow hairy... Naturally, 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 eye fell on Ye Qingxuan, and suddenly a fanatical light flashed: "Body, yes, I need a new body! This is your promise My rebirth? I still have hope! 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 turned pale, and he pulled out half of the dagger from his sleeve with trembling fingers... It was something 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 rainmaker's eyes, he could not see fear or 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..."
Rainmaker looked into Ye Qingxuan's eyes, his laughter filled with ecstasy: "It only takes a moment of drowsiness to complete the transfer of will."
Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, gasped, and said nothing.
He wanted to run backwards, but with the wall behind him, he had no way to escape.
In the whole process, he only missed one thing, which was the rainmaker's dying counterattack.
But if you make this mistake, there will be no way back.
The rainmaker screamed in pain again, because the cold worms drilled into his left eye, gouging out the flesh and skull, and piercing into the eye. Then he stretched out the suction cup at the other end, crawled on Ye Qingxuan's chest, and moved quickly toward his eyes.
Great, rebirth is in sight!
The rainmaker was overjoyed.
"Don't resist, accept God's reward, good boy, can we reach the peak of being a musician together!"
He was happily incoherent: "Aren't you excited?! I will always remember you, young man, what is your name? Where are you from?! Why don't you speak? You must be too nervous, it doesn't matter, I forgive you... We are really good friends, you know?"
But Ye Qingxuan seemed to be frightened and didn't speak. He just looked behind the rainmaker as if he were looking at the best thing in the world. As he looked at it, he couldn't help but laugh.
"He is not your good friend..."
A hoarse voice came from behind the rainmaker, making the rainmaker stunned.
The rainmaker finally saw that in the reflection of Ye Qingxuan's eyes, there was an old yellow 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 suppressing fear.
As the rainmaker watched, he raised the iron rod used to seal the door, raised it high, and then smashed it down!
"-I'm the!!!!"
Snap!
A dent appeared on the rainmaker's head and he fell to the ground. His expression froze, and he looked blankly at the frantic young man. He murmured what he wanted to say, but he saw Vito lift the iron bar, and then... smash it!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Under the almost brutal beating, Rainmaker's head gradually shriveled up. His last eyes were full of despair, and he spoke with difficulty: "Wait, I..."
boom!
Vito struck the final blow expressionlessly, and blood spurted onto his face, dyeing his green eyes red.
After a crisp sound, there was no more sound.