"pretty close."
Laura seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and chuckled: "Then let's get down to business."
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt dizzy, a strange auditory hallucination came to his ears, and a vague numbness spread throughout his body. This is a sign that external forces are taking control of your body.
His eyes went dark, then lit up again, as if a moonlight lit up in his eyes.
"How is it? Are my eyes good?" Laura asked.
"so so."
Ye Qingxuan spoke hard, looked around, and frowned slowly.
Under the piercing light of those eyes, layers of twisted notes appeared on the blood-covered walls, the ground, and the withered corpses.
The parasite-like squirming notes have lost control and support and are slowly dissipating. The original huge scale can be vaguely seen - countless black notes penetrated the poor victims, connecting them together like iron chains, forming a huge ceremony.
Right in the center of the ceremony, in the middle of dozens of concentric circles, was engraved an extremely strange badge: a huge eye pupil containing dozens of small compound eyes, as if they were swimming around and devouring each other, carrying Cold malice.
—The eye of the eye.
"It seems right, Laura."
Ye Qingxuan squatted down and looked at the badge of the Hundred-Eyed Master: "The people in the House of Representatives and the followers of the Hundred-Eyed Master have colluded together and are starting to think of ways to open the passage."
Laura was silent, and after a long time, she sighed softly.
"No, maybe... it's worse than this." She said, "They also have markers in their hands. They just passed this ceremony and sent a group of people into the Shadow of Avalon."
"Beacon?"
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt a heat in his arms, and the bloody conch vibrated faintly, glowing slightly.
There is a song ringing in the conch. The song seems to come from thousands of miles away, lingering in people's ears. It is extremely ethereal, but clearly audible.
"...the emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in her dream..."
"Laura, do you hear the singing?"
"What song?"
Laura noticed something was wrong and suddenly became shocked: "The ritual still has residual power, be careful not to respond to Avalon's call."
"...You said it was too late."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "This thing seems to be automatic."
In his hand, the bloody conch became hotter and hotter, with a faint twisted firelight glowing in it, spontaneously responding to the song. The singing was getting closer, but Laura's voice quickly became distant.
The connection was rapidly blurring, becoming intermittent, and only a cacophony of wrong tones could be heard.
In the silence, the thick fog swept in like a sea tide and engulfed him. There was only a blur of whiteness all around, vaguely hiding something, but he couldn't see it clearly.
And in the beacon, the fire became brighter and brighter, dispersing the fog, allowing him to see clearly the bloody river under his feet.
Bloody road.
Originally, Laura gave him the Beacon so that he could hone the foundation of the telepathic faction through those nightmares. Moreover, it is also an extremely excellent amplifying item that can have different amplifying effects on the movements of each faction.
But he didn't expect that he would be dragged into this again.
"Eh? Why do you say again?"
Ye Qingxuan said to himself, unable to resist his desire to talk nonsense: How unlucky do you have to be to be dragged here so many times in a row? !
What the guys in the House of Representatives dreamed of, but it was too late for me to hide.
With things at this point, there is obviously no way out.
Fortunately among the misfortunes, the connection between himself and Laura has not been completely severed. After all, she has sucked so much blood from herself. When necessary, she can use the beacon as a hub to synchronize and borrow part of her power.
Today is the full moon.
Lola was in her prime.
A scepter-level reservist who is far above the resonance level, interference level, and distortion level. Thinking about it, having such a big shot standing behind him, he feels quite safe.
"Although I don't know if you can hear what I say, but it seems there is no other way at the moment. After all, I have come here..."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I'll go with you first and see if there's any way to leave. Maybe we can get some help. Please pay attention to synchronization support at any time."
He said it three or four times, and Laura on the other end seemed to hear it. The noise gradually disappeared, and only some news was faintly transmitted.
"Well, I just assumed you meant 'be careful'."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged and activated the Nine Heavens Ring. The long-lost black iron cane popped out of his hand and hit the stone slab under the bloody road, the echo was sonorous and low.
"Then, what follows is a wonderful adventure of revenge against evil spirits... Well, if it can be drawn into a comic strip, maybe seven or eight more will be published and it will be very popular, right?"
He raised the bloody road sign and walked forward along the bloody road with the help of that ray of light.
However, as he walked, his feet suddenly stopped.
With a snap of his fingers, a bubble-shaped light lit up, illuminating the incomplete wall in front of him and the extremely smooth crack on the wall.
It looked like the scratches of a wild beast, or the scars left by an extremely terrifying weapon that had been chopped with all its strength.
Ye Qingxuan walked in expressionlessly and ran his hand over the crack. He couldn't feel the stubble and other cracks - it was completely natural! It's like it already exists on this wall, it was planned from the time it was built, and it exists on the design drawings.
But it's not.
It was caught with bare hands.
If Ye Qingxuan remembered correctly, there was only one person he had ever met who had such ability...
"The Ripper?"
He said to himself: "When did he get involved with the people of the House?"
There is no doubt that this is bad news.
He put his guard up, sped up, and moved on.
In the thick fog, he walked farther and farther on the bloody road.
Until finally, the fog became thinner and thinner, and the faint blue moonlight penetrated the fog and fell on his shoulders.
Blue Moon.
The moonlight, which represented disaster and destruction, shone on the young man's shoulders and also illuminated the ferocious silhouette of the huge city in the distance.
Under the moonlight, the city piercing the sky sleeps in darkness, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. The dark, rusty city gates opened wide, blowing in the rotten wind.
All the layout, all the details, and the outline of everything were similar to Avalon. It was as if he had arrived tens of millions of years later and witnessed the city soaked in death silence and destruction.
"Yo!"
Ye Qingxuan stared at the dark city in front of him and waved his hand: "We meet again. How are you doing recently?"
No one responded.
Under the moonlight, suddenly a huge black shadow of a giant bird rose from the darkness, passed the moonlight, and hovered in the sky. The outline looked like a misshapen moth, shrieking in the air, and finally fell into the darkness.
The blue moon hung high, and the moonlight in Ye Qingxuan's eyes became a little brighter. With that bit of moonlight, he could observe the ether fluctuations on the strange bird even from an extremely long distance.
Powerful and violent, with a faint madness that could spread at any time and tear all living creatures to pieces. Around it, the air was faintly distorted.
The power of the ether forcibly distorts reality, turning it upside down. Otherwise, how could it be possible to fly with those deformed wings
Although I don't know what the hell this is, if you want to deal with him, reaching the resonance level will definitely lead to death.
"I haven't even entered the door yet. Are you giving me a warning?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, stopped in front of the door, and stared into the long darkness inside. This city felt too weird to him, like a living creature, opening its huge mouth greedily, waiting for anyone to come, eager to swallow all life into its belly.
Anyone with any sense would start to reconsider whether they were committing suicide. It's just that Ye Qingxuan thought about it and always felt a little angry:
Could it be that I can go to the House of Representatives but I can’t
Are you kidding me
The young man chuckled, picked up his cane, hummed a song, and strode into the city gate through the moonlight and blood.
In the deepest part of the dark city, a bell suddenly rang, seeming to welcome the arrival of guests.
Weeping and complaining.
…
…
The city gate corridor was only dark for a short time, but when Ye Qingxuan walked into the moonlight again, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. The darkness in the corridor was too thick and suffocating.
Walking into it is like walking into a quagmire, making you feel uncomfortable all over. It's just that the weird streets behind the city gate are not much better either.
The blue moon hung high in the sky, and the houses on both sides of the street were dilapidated and miserable. They barely maintained their original skeletons, but they were no different than ruins. Debris was everywhere, and you could vaguely see messy stalls and the remains of carriages on the roadside.
All living things seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving the city to rot for thousands of years. But in my memory, Avalon was still thriving during the day.
Comparing the two contrasts, one suddenly feels confused and cannot tell whether it is true or false.
In comparison, the corpse hanging in front of you is even more intimate.
Well, corpse.
It was obvious that it had just died, and if you stretched out your hand to touch it, it should still be warm.
In the cold moonlight, a corpse clad in red robes was hung on the wall by rotten iron chains, fluttering in the wind. The withered arm seemed to be waving to this late comer.
On his chest, the Eye of the Eye, the emblem of the Hundred-Eyed One, had been torn apart, leaving only a burnt black patch.
During the endless night, he swayed in the wind, and the mandible hanging below his neck also swayed, echoing the singing in the wind.
The voice sings softly:
"The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in a dream. We have the power and the ocean, where should we wander? Hoo, thousands of hands, hoist the sail high, pull it, thieves and beggars, we will Get eternal life…”
In death, eternal life is obtained.