It seemed like there was some huge monster "seeping" out from behind the wall silently.
When it noticed Ye Qingxuan's gaze, it lowered its head, and one of the compound eyes on either side lit up.
As a result, wherever the sight swept over, the material and color of plaster slowly spread - petrified sight! This spider mother actually has a thin lineage of gargoyles!
The moonlight tried its best to compete with the line of sight. Where the two met, fine gravel powder continued to fall down, which was the dust that expanded after being petrified.
Amidst the constant shrill sounds of the spiders, the young man could faintly see the shadow of the ferocious spider mother slowly raising its two saber legs towards him...
"It's a bit difficult now."
Ye Qingxuan twisted his stiff neck and clenched his cane: "It's quite challenging!"
boom!
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For three minutes, on the dead silent street, only Ye Qingxuan was running for his life.
Behind him, the entire huge building was covered with spider silk. Countless spiders rolled in all directions like a tide. For a while, they passed through some demon's lair, causing a huge commotion.
The guy who was the culprit was already squatting in the corner, wiping cold sweat. He looked at the chaotic scene in the distance and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
—Sure enough, I can’t beat him!
He sighed, and once again strengthened his determination to "beat the sap as much as possible, beat the drum if you can, and never confront him head-on"! The famous vengeful evil spirit of Avalon has never been able to challenge anyone openly and honestly since his debut. He has always relied on being despicable and obscene to make a living.
There is no way, the strength gap is too big, whoever can challenge the other will be stupid...
What’s more, it’s so fun to hit a sap, it saves worry and effort, just hit it with a stick, and you have everything!
He sighed and touched his cane. It was worn by Jiuxiao, but the sword was covered in dust... it was considered a waste if it fell into his hands. When can I become an official musician, I am afraid that I will be able to awaken its full power.
There is so much music theory hidden in a hat, Ye Qingxuan doesn't believe it. After nearly a thousand years of accumulation, Ye Qingxuan hasn't put anything good in it
Instead of asking for powerful music such as "Guangling Stop" and "Hujia Eighteen Beats", how about one from "Nagato Grudge"? At least there should be a "Returning Letter" for a round trip of three thousand miles in one night, right? There are also two or three copies of iconic movements of the school of change such as "Wind and Thunder Song"...
Thinking about a bright future that did not exist, Ye Qingxuan felt much better.
But soon, the noisy voice sounded again, breaking the silence.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, slowly raised his head, and looked above his head.
On the dry trees above his head, a huge pitch-black crow was staring at him fiercely, screaming loudly to attract the surrounding demons.
This is how they make a living. After the demon kills him, it can also eat the carrion on the skeleton. Unfortunately, the parasitic demons in the surrounding houses were either attracted by the commotion caused by the spider mother in the distance, or they were afraid of the commotion and hid in their hiding places, motionless.
"-quack!"
Seeing that calling people was useless, the crow was stunned for a moment, suddenly panicked, and shouted loudly: "Quack!!!!"
Still no one came, and in the silence, only the young man whistled sympathetically, stood up slowly, and walked over, with a gloomy smile on his lips.
"Quack!!!!"
The crow wanted to spread its wings and fly away, but its wings were frozen by Ye Qingxuan's powerful frost ray. It rolled to the ground, huddled in the corner and let out a sad voice: "Quack, quack, quack!!!"
Unfortunately, no matter how much he calls for help, it is still of no use. The young man's shadow has already covered it, and his smile is chilling.
"You like to bark, right?"
Ye Qingxuan came up with the plan, took off a bundle of rope from behind his waist, pulled it in his hand, and his smile became satisfied: "Then I'll let you have a good time..."
Five minutes later, the battered and bloody crow was tied up with a rope and hung on the boy's cane, swaying and trembling.
In the cold wind and rain, two messy feathers fell to the ground, not looking miserable at all. But he has obviously become much more well-behaved and knows when to bark and when to shut up.
"The mourning bird, its reputation of bullying the weak and fearing the strong is really not what it is." Ye Qingxuan sneered, holding him in his hand, and walked swaying into the depths of the alley.
After he found a satisfactory dead end alley, he hung the crow on the wall. After carefully arranging it, he took out several animal traps from his backpack and placed them around.
Finally, he wiped the sweat from his head with satisfaction, looked up at the crow that started to tremble, raised his cane and started beating hard: "Scream! Scream! No one will come to save you even if your throat is broken!" "
As a result, the crow did scream loudly under the inhumane torture.
Although it didn't say "Broken Throat! Broken Throat!" this damn nonsense, at least it still had some effect.
Hearing the rustling footsteps in the distance, Ye Qingxuan quietly hid in the shadows, clenched the "Sap" Jiuxiao Ring Pendant in his hand, and began to wait happily...
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Today is definitely Good Friday for the Crows in Shadows of Avalon. This group of popular monsters in the past were brutally hunted today.
There is a shameless shadow looking for these "poor" little guys everywhere, and then he catches them one by one and ties them up, luring the passing monsters into his trap, and then beats them with sap.
If a crow is beaten to death by him, he will replace it with another one; if the second one dies, he will replace it with a third one...
In just a few hours, the crows in the South Buck District were stricken, and were almost broken in the hands of the little Sangmenxing. The demons also saw the ghost. After hearing the signal and pounced on it, they could only find one. Just a crow that was completely tied up.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sap behind the head.
Bang!
Another ape ghost was knocked blind and fell to the ground.
In front of the trembling crow, Ye Qingxuan skillfully pulled out his knife, cut the skin of the ape ghost and bled it. After collecting the most valuable materials, he kicked it into the sewer next to it without any regrets. , after accumulating enough, use moonlight to purify them all at once!
The two most precious spinal joints of the monkey ghost were soaked in alchemical solution and stuffed into the backpack. The backpack is already so bulging that it can hardly contain it.
Seeing that he had earned tens of thousands of pounds in just a few hours, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that Shadow of Avalon was really a good place to make a fortune. As long as he catches a few crows, he can beat the sap to great effect, and if the demon he attracts is too powerful, he can turn around and run away, and then catch another crow to start over again...
It’s simply a waste of money!
It's a pity that my backpack can no longer hold it...
After collectively purifying the demons piled together for the last time, Ye Qingxuan sat down on the ground tiredly. After using the moonlight sequence several times in an afternoon, although the pressure is borne by the Eye of Indra, it will still make me tired after all, so I will take a rest for the time being and wait for Lao Fei to contact me.
But when he raised his head again, he found mist coming from the distance.
In the dead night that seemed to remain unchanged forever, pale mist gradually emerged from every corner. Wherever the thick white mist passed, it swallowed up all the noise, causing everything to fall into silence.
Obviously there was no trace of water vapor, but the fog came so suddenly, like the fog that lingered over Avalon every morning and dusk, but it carried a trace of rotten stench and flooded every place.
In the thick fog, it was almost impossible to see.
In the distance, there were bursts of thunder and a faint roar.
Ye Qingxuan stopped and carefully examined the white mist. As the mist emerged, the singing voice that had been lingering in his ears had disappeared.
Like being strangled to death.
This association made the young man shudder.
Although the singing disappeared, he felt that the hostility in this city of shadows was increasing tenfold and a hundredfold. Every inch of the air and land was filled with disgust and hostility towards outsiders, making it difficult to even breathe. got up.
"Traitor..."
In the fog, someone gritted his teeth and made a voice, "Traitor..."
The voice was old and hoarse, as if it was roaring from far away. It was full of hatred from the heart, repeating over and over again: "Traitor... traitor... traitor..."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and subconsciously pressed his hat, but the sleeping power in the hat seemed to be awakened, making the erratic sounds in his ears clearer.
I was able to hear clearly the vague and resentful murmur, which was a list of the traitors and a declaration full of resentment.
"Guinevere, Gawain, Percival... and Merlin, Merlin... you clown, pervert, devil..." The voice was full of deep-seated madness and anger:
"Traitors... They are all traitors... They are all traitors!"
Ye Qingxuan felt cold to his bones as he listened: To be honest, he didn't want to know who this hoarse voice in the mist came from. But the association in his mind made him involuntarily point the target of suspicion at the king who was sleeping in the palace and did not know whether he was alive or dead...
"Arthur, what exactly did you do back then?"
He whispered to himself, not daring to think about it again. Maybe the shaman was right, some secrets are too dirty and should sleep in the darkness forever. Any reckless tracing will bring disaster to oneself...
In just a few hours, he once felt that he was beginning to become familiar with the ghost place called Shadow of Avalon, but now this ghost place felt extremely strange to him.
He couldn't sit still and wait for death. Just here, he could feel waves of dangerous aura passing by. It's clear that the closer you get to the core and uptown, the more dangerous it is now.
After the fog, the Shadow of Avalon has become a completely different place.
He immediately started to pack his luggage. After throwing away all unnecessary things, he packed lightly and walked quickly towards the city gate.
After escaping a few dangerous breaths that passed by him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickened his pace towards the city gate, but suddenly, his footsteps stopped abruptly.
In the silence, there was only a blur in the dense white fog. No matter how many movements of the enlightenment faction were blessed, Ye Qingxuan could only see clearly a few meters away, which seemed to be the limit.
He looked around at the quiet shadows of the city in the mist. The silent city was as cold and gloomy as ever, without anything unusual.
But for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis arise in his heart.
"Is it an illusion?"