"Let the strings of the harp ring, and please join me in lamenting and wailing!"
In the dark room, the red-eyed head was suspended in the air, and its distorted face seemed to be crawling with insects and snakes, constantly changing.
Right in front of him, sharp sacred music emerged from the ancient scroll, resounding through the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of hoarse singing sounded from the depths of darkness.
In the distant "warehouse", countless iron hooks hanging from the ceiling were swaying emptyly... There was nothing on them!
Those long dead bodies are now moving again! They crawl, squirm, and stagger, gathering outside the central agency and wandering in the complex underground palace.
Without exception, the eyes of the corpses all turned as red as blood!
When the chant sounded, all the corpses trembled instantly and turned their heads to look in the direction of the holy scroll.
The red eyes seemed to be ignited, releasing a burning red light.
The sharp and harsh sacred music echoed in every corner. In the sacred music, all the corpses raised their heads, opened their mouths, and sang in unison.
Singing the sacred music of depravity!
This is the result of the transformation of Red Eyes for so long, the choir of the dead hidden in the darkness, the choir from hell.
He doesn't care about the body, because every corpse he has transformed can become his body. Now his will has been pulled out of the body, flowing on these countless corpses, controlling them, thousands of people Like a person singing hoarsely.
"Let the strings of the harp ring, and please join me in lamenting and wailing!"
The song echoed in the darkness, causing all the royal musicians to suddenly raise their heads and look above their heads.
They saw the invisible darkness squirming above their heads, turning into a big mouth and reciting a disaster poem:
"The wheel of fortune is turning ruthlessly, disaster is coming, and the pain is coming! There is no hesitation at this moment, the most fearless warrior has been defeated by fate, crying bitterly. Stingy charity, but in order to greedily extort... "
"Boylen's Song," which requires dozens of musicians to perform at the same time, is gathered together among the roars, murmurs, and harmonies of thousands of mouths.
The depraved hymn aroused the darkness and ignited the mercury notes carved under the layers of stone bricks.
In an instant, countless evil fogs emerged out of thin air, completely engulfing the entire hospital. In the darkness, countless groaning demon outlines danced and screamed, eager to condense into flesh and blood.
In the underground palace, silt dripped continuously from the top of the head.
A royal musician who was scanning the outside noticed the coldness on the back of his neck and reached out to touch it, only to see a piece of squirming mud spreading on his hand.
The mud rushed up to the shoulders along the elbows, then penetrated into the heart, flowing in the blood, and wherever it passed, all flesh, flesh and bones turned into pure darkness.
He exclaimed and stumbled back.
His companion turned around, only to see the figure leaning on the wall, bending over and vomiting.
"Asa, what's wrong with you?"
The musician raised the wind lantern in his hand and shined it at him.
"I-I'm fine."
The man with his back to them shook his head, wiped the mud from the corner of his mouth, and breathed hard.
A hollow smile appeared on that stiff face:
"Just... a little hungry."
Outside the central organ, layers of scarlet notes and movements emerged from the walls and ceiling, like tangles of tangles and vines.
The darkness swallowed everything, turning the entire underground maze into an alien realm. In an instant, the inside and outside were isolated!
This is a desperate tragedy dedicated to fate, a murderous sacrifice to the evil god.
The entire underground palace has turned into a huge quagmire.
All those who are in it will sink in the quagmire, struggling hard in a futile attempt to break free, but what awaits them is only despair.
…
…
"Just immerse yourself in hunger. You are free to feast here tonight. Everything is a sacrifice to the God of Hundred Eyes!"
The robin held the half of the "beacon" in his hand, his eyes dark and merciless. But when she saw the two silent figures, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Holmes and Emperor Moriarty, these two guys... are serious troubles that must be eliminated!
"Red Eyes, first corrode the two people in the final laboratory. The beacon must be in our hands!"
Red Eyes closed his eyes, the scroll in front of him shook, and the chants made waves. The black sludge moved at his command like a torrent rushing along the walls.
In an instant, they spurted out from all directions in the final laboratory.
…
In the laboratory, thick black mud emerged from the gaps in the ceiling, floor, and walls, changing shapes and eroding all living things in its path.
Ye Qingxuan slowly retreated, but his range of movement was compressed smaller and smaller. The corrosive power emanating from the mud had already made his eyes dim.
If it is really contaminated even a little bit, I'm afraid the result will definitely not be much better.
However, at this moment, there is no way for him to leave.
There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.
This should be the case, right
"It's still reckless."
He bit his lip and frowned slowly: "Ms. Professor, please don't be in a daze, okay? We can talk about things between us later, and we can talk about the ownership of the beacon, but do you have any good ideas now? Can you let us run out?"
"Well, even Holmes is helpless?"
The professor chuckled softly, as if he was pleased by Ye Qingxuan's lowered attitude: "I have a way. If you ask me, I will tell you."
"OK."
Ye Qingxuan blinked and looked at him with big pure eyes: "Sister Professor, I beg you."
“…”
Although he heard the cry for help, the professor did not feel proud. Instead, he felt a little clogged in his heart:
"Don't you guys have any dignity?!"
"It's just asking for help. It doesn't reach the level of dignity, right? Life is so precious, so it's not a pity to ask for help."
Ye Qingxuan turned around and punched his feet. Shock erupted, pushing back the black mud that slowly covered the surrounding area, temporarily maintaining this small foothold.
"In order to survive, I have done more despicable things than this. If you want to see my humiliation, you are bound to be disappointed."
“…”
The professor looked at his back, silent, but his eyes became complicated, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"If you know "Black Friday", can you know the advanced "Moonlight"?"
"In my mind, I can't move."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "That's a resonance-level score. I can barely decipher the prologue, but I can't understand the meaning."
"Where's the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant?"
"… At this."
Ye Qingxuan raised the back of his hand and showed her the ring that had turned into a string, and she started laughing.
"So, do you want 'same tone'?"
She looked into the boy's eyes, as if to find out the fear hidden in them: "If you still want to leave here, I can lend you my power. As long as you are not afraid of being sucked into me, a demon musician of unknown origin. Dry… "
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and held her outstretched palm. Her palm was soft and cold, but not scary, but had a vague sense of familiarity.
It’s this familiar feeling again…
"good."
he said softly.
"Then mourn your choice."
She licked her thin lips slightly and smiled: "Falling into the hands of the professor is much more terrifying than death."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and let her do whatever he wanted.
He could feel the cold fingers wandering around his neck, bringing a cold touch, and then, the sharp teeth penetrated the skin and penetrated into the blood vessels.
Life was sucked out of me.
He could feel that the blood was being sucked away continuously, and a strong sense of emptiness emerged from his heart, but Ye Qingxuan did not feel panic.
He played the melody of "Bolero" again, extracted the water vapor, and condensed it into threads of thought. One by one, the threads of thought wrapped around her body and connected to her body.
For the first time, he read the ether in the professor's body.
In an instant, his pupils suddenly expanded.
"Is this your heartbeat?"
…
It was like suddenly hearing the sound of the tide, a grand symphony made when countless waves overlapped together.
The surging sound filled my ears, making the whole world fall silent.
This is her heartbeat!
That sound rushed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the line of thought, causing his eyesight to go dark, and he had the illusion of an endless ocean surging in front of his eyes.
He was almost overwhelmed.
"Clear the mind."
She hugged Ye Qingxuan from behind, her voice became soft and delicate, and whispered in his ear: "Wake up Jiuxiao Huanpei, and I will cooperate with you."
The sound of the ocean tide was changing, and her heartbeat was approaching Ye Qingxuan's fluctuations.
Ye Qingxuan only felt that he fell into the water, the endless ocean, falling, falling, falling into the deepest part of the ocean...
The sound of his heart echoed in his body, and the sound of the ocean tide poured into his fingertips continuously, causing the string to release a scorching light and tremble endlessly!
At the end, a clear cry burst out - the new Yan language behind the curtain, the voice of the old dragon in the sea!
"Long time no see, Jiuxiao Huanpei."
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, and in his pupils was the phantom of the waves.
He lowered his head and saw the criss-crossing strings around him. Those silver-white strings were crisscrossing in the air, but the beginning and end could not be seen, as if they were extending from nothingness.
After a long time, the Jiuxiao Huanpei was fully unfolded again.
The professor's inner voice was completely different from his original power. This time, the famous piano that had always been covered in dust finally revealed its magic.
Even the slightest touch of your fingers makes all the mud ripple.
Because those intertwined strings vibrated slightly and resonated with each other, emitting a pervasive cold sound.
With the synchronization of mind thread and blood, Ye Qingxuan seemed to transform into a professor, overlooking the world with her eyes.
He could hear the tidal waves of darkness, the age-old songs deep in the earth, the clang of clouds in the sky...
There was also the sound of my own and the professor's heartbeats that resonated in the same rhythm.
Ye Qingxuan heard her breathing, the sound of her blood flowing, and the vague melody humming in her throat. It was a melody engraved in my mind, an extremely familiar movement.
"Is this "Moonlight"?"
He murmured softly, closed his eyes, and plucked the strings in his hand.
In the etheric ocean, a ripple suddenly spread in all directions, brewing the power of a huge wave.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan forgot everything.
The moment the first note was pressed, his mind was occupied by the music in his memory.
The movement seemed to come alive, slowly unfolding during Jiuxiao Huanpei's performance, pulling his will, guiding his body, and playing the cold and lonely melody!
Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and concentrated on it, immersed in that incredible power.
Immerse yourself in "Moonlight".
There should be moonlight.
…
…
In the dark underground palace, the frenzied hymn, like the roar of thousands of demons, reached its climax.
The darkness condensed into substance contains the power from the evil god, which can overcome all the malice and madness in the world. Even a slight contamination will invade the body, pollute the blood, take root in the lungs, infect the reason, and turn humans into monsters. , turning sanity into madness.
The uncertain mud turned into the shape of twisted human figures, staggering around in the underground palace, chanting crazy hymns in unison.
Under the influence of the singing, everyone became crazy, unable to contain the mania and anger in their hearts. Some people have completely lost control...
But in the midst of the sharp and shrill hymn, a soft voice suddenly sounded.
It came from nowhere, but it lingered and spread in the underground palace, like a white spot suddenly appearing in the dark mud. It was extremely dazzling, extremely disharmonious, and extremely weird.
In the secret room, Red Eyes frowned, suddenly changed the melody of the hymn, and started the passion again, intending to completely suppress the voice of resistance.
The extremely crazy hymns drowned out the melody, but when the peak passed, the cold melody reappeared and became stronger.
It’s brewing…
"What's this?"
Red Eye murmured to himself and opened his one eye. In his eyes, the emptiness of the melody glowed with a ray of light in the darkness.
bright.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the central authority, where the cold sound of the piano gradually became louder, as if the long brewing had finally come to an end, and the receding tide rolled up the waves, pressing towards the crazy hymn!
At that moment, the frantic rhythm was interrupted! A gap suddenly appeared in the shrill chorus of countless zombies!
Then, a light lit up in the darkness.
"What the hell?!"
Red Eyes roared, and his perception extended in that direction along the hymn, and he looked at the final laboratory covered in layers of sludge through the eyes of the zombie.
He saw that the darkness was stirring and rolling like a boil. Something huge was brewing in the darkness, destroying its blockade again and again, and was about to burst out cruelly!
"Holmes? What is he doing!"
He murmured hoarsely, intending to mobilize more power to blockade, but the sudden change caught him off guard.
collapse!
In an instant, the dark mud exploded, finally revealing the young man's figure and the trembling strings in his hand.
And, something slowly rose behind him.
It was the appearance of some kind of power transformed into substance. It brewed out of the darkness, but shone with a heart-stopping flawless light.
Like a lotus, like a clear stream, like a mirror, like the phantom of the mind, like the eternal melancholy, like the gathering of all the pure things in the world.
It was a round of moonlight as pure white as jade!
The sound of the piano suddenly changed, from a sparse and cold melody to a surging majesty. The majestic melody gathered behind him, slowly lifting the empty full moon into the sky.
So, in the darkness, there is light!
Not blazing, not harsh, not violent, just cool, just shining, just selflessly spreading flawless radiance into this frenzied sacrifice full of malice.
Just by the light, the red eyes felt a stinging pain, and the eyes of the zombie he was leaning on suddenly exploded, as if he couldn't look directly at the pure light.
The hallucinatory moonlight penetrated the walls and tunnels, illuminating all darkness.
The moonlight was like a tide, but there was no sound of thunder. Wherever it passed, the black mud began to tremble, boil, and roll. Wisps of black air evaporated from it, and then disappeared without a trace in the wash of the moonlight.
It was like a sledgehammer hit his heart with one plan after another. His red eye suddenly turned black. If he hadn't lost his body, he would have been vomiting blood crazily.
He could feel that the walking corpses and twisted figures were cracking and collapsing one after another, and were being swallowed up by the moonlight.
Even the royal musicians who gathered together and isolated the black mud with various secret treasures and music scores were immersed in this moonlight-like melody, their eyes changing violently, sometimes ferocious, sometimes frantic.
That is the resistance of the will to the moonlight, but it is so rude at this moment.
But in the end, they all sat down on the ground in despair, with only silence in their eyes and an intoxicated smile on their faces.
Immersed in the all-pervasive moonlight.
Snapped!
In front of Red Eyes, the "Dossier of Calixstinus" suddenly shook. There was a crack in the ancient parchment roll, and the blood-stained writing on it became dim.
This important treasure that had just been forged with the lives of dozens of musicians also suffered heavy losses.
But red eyes couldn't care less about the pain.
He has too much time to take care of himself.
The crazy hymn sounds went crazy again, like a huge ocean tide, fighting against the moonlight melody with all their strength.
It still had the upper hand, still had an absolute advantage, but it could never suppress the moonlight melody.
No, what's worse, the moonlight... seeped in!
At that moment, in the underground palace, the bodies of countless zombies suddenly trembled and twitched. Every time he trembled, Chi Yan's reason was trembling, and he was almost unable to control himself.
That's the shock between body and spirit!
The gentle melody of the moonlight penetrated pervasively into the bodies of the zombies and echoed in the minds of those who had long since died.
A gap suddenly appeared between the body and the will that were originally integrated.
The long-dead body and the will from the red eye were originally two objects.
They are irritating each other and expanding the contradictions between them. They must be completely separated!
As the will of those who did not originally belong to the dead, Red Eyes only felt that every time he was stimulated, his operation and control would become more difficult. Every note sounded, hitting his most difficult place, making his sanity... Continuously falling asleep.
This hand was simply vicious.
That guy Sherlock Holmes actually wanted to cut off his origins!
Red Eye's broken face was distorted, and with a sudden roar, he cut off the link himself, giving up his overwhelming advantage. In this kind of entangled confrontation, the most taboo thing is to be entangled, and it is better to break it off when it is broken. It is better than Ye Qingxuan completely mastering the link and then controlling himself through the zombies.
Then there will be big trouble!
His face was twitching, a layer of sweat secreted on his forehead, and he was breathing hard. But for some reason, I felt something light up in my eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, and felt chills all over his body... It was moonlight, that damn moonlight!
What is going on? When did it invade his will and plant this fatal seed deep in his will? !
He roared angrily, and the "Dossier of Calixstinus" in front of him suddenly burst and ignited spontaneously without fire. During the burning, the power of the evil god contained in it poured into his mutilated head, transforming into monstrous evil and madness. His will is the battlefield, whispering the wash of moonlight.
But the moonlight was like a tide, drowning the darkness.
No matter the monstrous hatred, the frenzied killing intent, or the uncontrollable anger, they can't resist the invasion from the depths of the soul.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the hatred was soothed, the murderous intention dissipated, and the anger disappeared without a trace. All will and all emotions were assimilated by the moonlight.
Even the fear disappeared.
The moonlight was like water, penetrating into his mind pervasively. It was not cruel, but instead washed away the dark memories in his mind like divine grace.
All despair and gloom are washed away and transformed into tranquility and peace, a pure state.
Red Eye felt unprecedentedly relaxed and at ease. He was free from the control of the evil god, as well as the evil thoughts and greed in his mind.
In his eyes, the redness gradually dissipated and clarity returned.
That clear eye stared at the moonlight and shed tears of repentance.
"It's so beautiful."
Red Eyes murmured in a daze, intoxicated in this flawless moonlight.
In this way, he was bathed in the moonlight and breathed his last.
Eternal peace befalls it.
he died.
"beautiful?!"
The robin huddled in the corner and made a hoarse sound.
No, he felt no beauty at all. The evil god's blood in his body almost burned, piercing his heart, burning his will, and torturing his soul.
It made him feel uncontrollable anger, and... fear from the bottom of his heart!
"Purification Moon, this is the Purification Moon!" He bit his lip and rang out the strange legend that was circulated among black musicians.
And that man who looks like the god of death...