"What do you want to do in the Royal Orchestra?"
Ye Qingxuan regretted this question as soon as he asked it, because this guy's face was full of confusion and surprise, "What? This is actually the Royal Orchestra!"
Don't know anything at all!
Then what use do you have!
Ye Qingxuan frowned and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the broken alarm under his feet vibrating violently and making a strange sound.
The sound spread very far in an instant, making his expression darken.
"No, not me!"
Seeing the change in Ye Qingxuan's face, Herbers screamed: "I didn't trigger it! It was someone else's alarm, someone else's!"
The cane on his throat pressed down, almost suffocating him, and a hoarse voice came:
"You have five seconds to explain."
"This alarm is related to another trigger trap. I don't understand what's going on..."
Herbers screamed incoherently, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know, there must be, there must be other people following us into this place!"
nonsense! I am not!
Ye Qingxuan frowned, and suddenly heard faint vibrations and collisions on the ground above his head, and understood what he meant: It seems that someone has the same idea as him
No matter what the situation is, there is not much time left for yourself.
He lowered his head and looked down at Herbers's tearful appearance, and sighed involuntarily.
Seeing his look, Herbers was stunned, as if he understood something, and exclaimed: "Don't kill me, I can give you the secret planting technique of my chant faction... I can also give you money, I There are sixty thousand lapis lazuli in the cult’s account, sixty thousand!”
He looked at the young man's face and tried his best to show a flattering expression: "I've heard of you. You are a vengeful evil spirit, right? You don't kill people..."
"Yes, you heard it right. I can let you go."
The young man lowered his eyes and slowly withdrew the cane that was pressed against his throat. Herbers was ecstatic, but then, he felt a palm pressing on his forehead.
"It's just that you followed those black musicians and did so many things against your will. Do you really have a clear conscience?" The young man's voice was pitiful, with a kind of overlooking indifference:
"I let you go. Will those who died in your hands let you go?"
Herbers froze, and his eyes full of joy changed. The flattery and respect disappeared, and they became full of gloom and malice. He looked up at the young man, but his eyes were pulled in by the young man's eyes.
Those eyes... seemed to be filled with the pain of hell. They were breathing fire. It was the resentment of the dead burning vigorously, glowing with a heart-stopping color. Then, the black river rushed towards his face and swept him away. engulf.
In the wailing melody, Herbers fell to the sky and fell into an endless nightmare.
Ye Qingxuan slowly retracted his palm, turned and left.
After taking two steps, he paused and suddenly turned back, only to see that Hebbs, whose mind had collapsed, was twitching continuously, but his body turned into a stiff gray bit by bit, and in the end, he stopped moving. .
—Petrochemical.
The strange changes made Ye Qingxuan frown. He didn't know that his music still had this strange function.
If it's not me, then there's only one answer left...
In the darkness, the young man looked around. There was a sound of wind coming from the darkness, with a faint chuckle.
It was as if someone had been staring at him quietly since he entered the Shadow of Avalon, rejoicing for him, worrying about him, and applauding and praising his performance.
Maybe it's an illusion, or maybe it's not.
In this evil place, nothing was unusual, so he decided not to scare himself anymore.
…
…
When he climbed out through the narrow entrance, he found himself in the backyard of the Royal Orchestra - originally a garden, but obviously no longer.
There was only a withered and dead rhizome stuck in the soil in various directions, looking like a strange handicraft made of wire in the dim light.
Lights, there are lights here.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the wind lantern hanging on the wall not far away. The light was weak and the lampshade was covered with dust, as if it had been burning for thousands of years.
In the dim light, the desolate garden exudes an unsettling aura.
Ye Qingxuan identified traces in the soil and found information about someone leaving, as well as several alarm traps. It seemed that the group of black musicians were really cautious. After arranging people to keep watch, they also left several traps.
Especially under those seemingly ordinary traps, the mind line actually detected a series of explosion traps - the ether filled in them was enough to blow up half of the garden into the sky.
Just as he tiptoed through the trap area, he suddenly felt the earth shake suddenly, and there was a roar from the door in the distance. The vibration almost set off the trap, and Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale with fright!
It would be really tragic if he died here for such an inexplicable reason.
He hurriedly ran to a safe area, closed his eyes and meditated, and his thoughts converged in the same place, drifting along the breeze towards the direction of the roar.
After bypassing many buildings, the length of the thought line was almost as long as sensing the scene.
The sensation was instantaneous, and then it was cut off without warning.
The water vapor thoughts were evaporated by the terrifying power remaining at the scene.
Ye Qingxuan's forehead suddenly shook, as if he had been hit by a hammer. He opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat: at that moment, he saw nothing, only felt a darkness that was as dense as mist.
That darkness is burning.
If he hadn't cut off the induction at the same time, I'm afraid Burning would rush into his mind along the line of thought, and it would be fun then...
If you die from this, I'm afraid it will be listed in one of the "One Hundred Thousand Ways to Die in the Shadow of Avalon", assuming that someone is really bothered enough to compile such a book.
It was obvious that the House's rash action had attracted something very terrifying.
It is frantically impacting the barrier around the Royal Orchestra. The barrier that has long been unmanned may not be able to sustain long under that kind of impact.
There must not be much time left for himself and the group of black musicians in the House of Representatives.
So, what do those guys want to do
Around Ye Qingxuan, the faint moonlight shone again, making his figure so thin that it was difficult to detect. He quickly followed the traces and chased after him...
He couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of being able to get involved in such a lively event, stir things up, and feed those guys some shit!
…
Among the dark buildings, the dim moonlight passed quickly.
The illusion that Laura cast on him was obviously a very high-level illusion, which contained interference-level music theory—the so-called distortion level, which is already the top of the resonance stage, from the "resonance" between the musician and the world, to the limited interpretation of reality. "Interference", then "distortion" that twists the rules of physics - the power at this stage is almost the top of the musician's path, and beyond that is the unattainable scepter and the path of the saint.
In particular, Lola still takes the path of manifesting illusions. She can convert reality and illusion at will. If she extends it upwards, she can enter the realm of "nothing" and "non-nothing".
Although this road is difficult to walk, the power is also terrifying.
The moonlight covered his whole body, as if it was pulling him into another world, where he could travel freely.
While being consumed violently, it also continuously passed through various barriers and barriers. Most of the barriers erected in the Royal Orchestra seemed to not exist in front of it.
Just as he walked along, his heart became colder and colder, and he became more and more cautious without realizing it.
His current location has entered the core perimeter of the Royal Orchestra, and should be the side hall. In this ancient building, even though it has long been lifeless, there are still dim lights on.
After burning for who knows how many years, some kerosene still remains in the lamp, which is obviously out of the ordinary. However, black areas have always been places that are deviated from common sense. Although this feels strange, it is not unacceptable.
But along the way, he didn't meet anyone at all.
I haven't encountered any people, but I have seen a lot of ghostly things.
For example, stone statues.
Whether in the backyard, garden, corridors of the building, or even in the servants' lounge, lifelike stone statues can be seen everywhere.
They stood in different places with smiles on their faces, and still maintained their movements at that moment. It was as if he had been turned into stone at the same moment, with no fear on his face, but a strange smile on his face.
The eyes can even move.
From a distance, they seemed to see through Ye Qingxuan's disguise. Their petrified pupils turned around, their empty eyes showing nothing but looking at his face.
Watch him arrive, watch him leave.
Although they obviously didn't make any move, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel cold in his heart - what on earth is going on with these ghosts? !
Along the way, traces of brute force cracking can be seen everywhere. Many broken stone statues fell in the middle of the road, and dark red fine sand flowed out of the cracks. The fine sand floated in the wind, seeming to dance in the dim light.
Ye Qingxuan covered his mouth and nose and stepped away from him.
With his understanding of construction engineering and his familiarity with the Royal Orchestra, Ye Qingxuan's progress came from behind and went around to the front of the group of black musicians - all thanks to Ye Lanzhou.
Ye Lanzhou didn't last long in the Royal Orchestra, but he took his son with him wherever he went. Ye Qingxuan even remembered the way to go from the conference room to the toilet.
However, the more he remembered their original appearance, the more uneasy he felt - along the way, the clothes on the stone statues were all those of servants or nobles. No one was wearing the ceremonial uniform of the Royal Orchestra.
So where are the musicians who were supposed to be here
While walking in a hurry, his steps suddenly stopped and he looked up at the wall. On the wall, the clock had stopped turning, as if it had stayed at that moment forever.
8:10 p.m.
Ten past eight…
Ye Qingxuan silently recalled this time in his heart, compared the direction of the group of black musicians in the House of Representatives, and finally locked the destination in his heart.
—Banquet Hall on the third floor.
"You've traveled thousands of miles to come here and have a picnic during dinner time?"
He looked towards the stairs and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "Are you too busy?"
boom!
A roar came from the direction of the vestibule.
Smoke rose, and the cold wind carried the smell of decaying iron sand.
The barrier was finally broken.