When he said this, his eyes became fanatical: "Think about it! Mr. Holmes, how challenging is it to deceive a real god? The Shadow of Avalon is a blind spot for it. What happened here? It doesn’t know anything. If you are willing to cooperate with me, then we will definitely win! I will win my freedom and you will gain power! A win-win situation, right?”
"You have gone crazy..." In the mist, the young man sighed softly: "Sorry, although I agree with your pride and motives, please forgive me for refusing."
This time, he did not use the phantom sound technique, but answered in person.
Perhaps, this is some degree of respect.
"No need to apologize."
Naberish's eyes were lowered: "I should be the one who is sorry. I will use your respect to kill you."
The ether around him was stirring, waiting to activate his power to completely strangle the enemy. But the drop of blood in his hand that guided him suddenly became hot.
There was a cold and dead light seeping out of it.
In an instant, the drop of blood seemed to turn into hot lava, and the moonlight burned his palm, making a hissing sound. It penetrated his palm and fell to the ground.
And in the palm of his hand, a penetrating hole suddenly appeared.
Naberish instinctively tried to reconnect with the severed music theory connection, but found that all his senses were cut off by the light!
He lowered his head in astonishment and looked at his palm. Next to the hole, the flesh buds were squirming rapidly, but they could not heal the scar. He raised his palm and brought it to his eyes, examining the penetrating scar.
He actually managed to win the game back
Through the hole on the back of his hand, you can vaguely see the surprise smile on the corner of his mouth: It seems that this hunting is starting to become more and more interesting!
It’s great to have such an enemy in the last mission!
…
…
The silent mist is like a dark jungle. It is difficult to distinguish even three steps away.
Everything becomes blurry and cold, full of murderous intent. It's like the best hunting ground in the world.
The hunter and the prey seem to be on an equal starting line again, sharpening their teeth in the darkness, looking for the enemy's weaknesses, and then... defeating the enemy with one blow!
"Hiran once said that there are bitter fruits waiting in the long ascetic life. I particularly like this sentence." Naberis suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Mr. Holmes, do you read poetry?"
"Never."
The response in the fog was brief and erratic.
So, Naberis nodded sadly, "It seems that you are not a person who likes literature. What about life? What do you think of life?"
"Sincerity is valuable."
"That's so well said. Life is precious! For the sake of life, nothing is wronged."
Naberius smiled, as if in admiration: "Then, Mr. Holmes, I am willing to take a step back: and you, are you willing to leave the Shadow of Avalon and never come back again?"
"Sorry, can't."
"There's nothing to be sorry for. It's nothing. I knew you would answer this."
Naberis bent down, took off the iron box from his waist, picked out the accessories inside one by one, placed them in his hands, looked at them carefully, and said in a casual conversation: "You know, you are very famous. A lot of black musicians know you.”
"oh?"
"Normal people think you are like a black musician, and black musicians think you are not like a normal person. But there is no doubt that you are the kind of rational person. There are too few rational people, and I like people like this very much, because Everything is negotiable.”
He was silent for a moment and asked abruptly: "To be honest, you are very suitable to my taste. Are you interested in being my student? Come join me. After thirty years, I guarantee that your strength will at least be able to go to school." The top ten most wanted list…”
In the mist, the young man seemed stunned, and after a long time he laughed softly:
"I have a teacher."
"Really? That's a shame."
Naberius sighed and looked at the assembled accessories in his hands: "Your teacher must have never taught you what unique skills the guys on the wanted list have."
Bang!
Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt his eyes go dark, his blood boiling over him, and he almost stumbled to the ground.
Bang!
There was another low muffled sound, Ye Qingxuan's face turned red, he was breathing hard and could hardly make a sound. Because his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
And in the distance, in Naberis's hand, there was a metal heart!
The heart, which is made up of soft and tough metal membranes, has seven orifices, like the holes of a flute. When Naberish held it in his hands, it was played like a musical instrument.
The voice was low and subtle, with a melodious melody, as if it was playing the song of life. But this song is despair, it is the song of life that is about to wither.
Just a few snaps of his fingers had already caused Ye Qingxuan's energy and blood to become chaotic and his heart to beat wildly.
"You must have never personally experienced the battle of a resonance-level musician, right?"
Naberis sighed softly: "If below the resonance level, the battle between musicians is to restrain factions, like a chess game. Then above the resonance level, it is the confrontation and collision of the musicians' inner voices. Once you If your opponent's heartbeat frequency is mastered and defeated, then you will have no room to fight back."
Ye Qingxuan leaned on the ground sluggishly, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He was stunned when he heard this, and asked hoarsely: "You... can listen to the heart sounds just by listening to people talking?"
"No, no, that's too natural. It requires careful calculations, a series of deductions, and a lot of experience. This is probably my unique skill, right? Because of this, I was called 'Hunting Heart' by the Holy City '. So give it up, Mr. Holmes."
He lowered his head and looked at the metal heart in his hand, staring at the pulsing atrium in it: "Thank you for chatting with me for so long and allowing me to prepare calmly. Now, your heart is in my hands."
"hey-hey… "
In the mist, the young man's feeble voice came: "Do you have bad thoughts about me?"
"To be honest, I don't reject intimate relationships between men."
Naberis thought seriously for a moment, nodded and said, "How about I wait until I see your appearance before making a decision? After all, everyone has a love for beauty."
"Hehe, you still have beautiful thoughts."
Ye Qingxuan coughed violently: "Okay, come here and I'll show you something good."
"OK."
Naberish said, but his footsteps stopped thirty meters away. Thirty meters, thirty meters... a critical distance.
"You want to show me your alchemy equipment that can release thunder and lightning effects, right?"
His expression was cautious, "Please forgive me for being timid. According to the information I collected, that kind of extremely powerful alchemy equipment should be a relic of the saints, right? It's better to skip it... With that level of power, if you hit it at close range, Although I have been transformed, I still can’t stand it.”
“…”
Ye Qingxuan cursed in a low voice, and the cane he raised weakly fell to the ground: Sure enough, the same trick stopped working after being used too many times. This time the enemy is well prepared, and I am afraid that the House of Representatives has already begun to guard against its Eye of Indra.
"You tried so hard to knock me down, but you didn't dare to come over. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"Safety comes first. It's just a few words of ridicule. It's not worth caring about."
Naberis lowered his head and held the metal heart in his hand, and murmured softly: "In my opinion, the current level is not enough. We need to be more cautious when dealing with opponents like you."
Ye Qingxuan couldn't laugh or cry: "How cautious do you want to be?"
"At least... I'll make you lose the energy to speak first."
Naberish's palm suddenly clenched, and bang, Ye Qingxuan's face turned green and red, he felt nauseous, and spat out a mouthful of thick blood, even becoming confused.
"You see, it's so tragic for someone whose heart is controlled."
Naberish's voice came: "The heart sound represents one's own life. Once it is grasped by the enemy, it means that life is in the hands of others."
"Yes, just like the relationship between you and your evil god..."
Before Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, he felt his eyes go dark: the intraocular pressure was too strong, and his eyeballs were about to burst. Under the guidance of the crazy beating of the heart, the internal organs began to rebel, and the blood, veins, arteries, lymphatics and spinal cord all over the body were also affected...
It was easy for Naberis to kill him. All he had to do was grab the heart and play a few tritone intervals. Within a few eight beats, he would be so dead that he could no longer die.
But now that bastard gay clearly wants to catch him alive... What's more, he really can do it! Because Ye Qingxuan discovered that if he continued like this, he would really lose his voice.
He lowered his head, struggled to open the hidden button in his sleeve, and injected a cardiotonic needle, local anesthesia, and stimulant... The needle penetrated the blood vessel, causing dull pain.
His heart beat convulsively, and he made a hoarse voice:
"You know...why I don't want to be a black musician?"
"I don't know, but who in the right mind wants to be a black musician, right?"
Naberis couldn't help but whistle: "Let me guess, maybe it's because of prejudice?"
"…wrong."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head with difficulty, but his body couldn't help but crawled to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.
Naberis thought for a moment and then asked: "Is it because of ideals? You are not like those revolutionary troops who want to overthrow all rule, are you?"
"Hehe." The young man sneered hoarsely, weak and hoarse.
"Well, is it because of insufficient benefits? So you should be a core disciple of a certain school. Indeed, you must have taken refuge in the natural disasters, and the contract signed with the Holy Spirit is more relaxed..."
This time, the young man in the mist didn't even bother to answer him.
Naberis chuckled softly. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's not because of interests, not because of prejudice, and not because of ideas... Hey, you guy, are you doing it to abide by the musician's oath?"
No one responded, and in the fog, the young man was speechless.
Even the sound of breathing was intermittent.
Once every few seconds.
Wait, how many seconds
Naberis was stunned for a moment, counting silently in his mind: five, four, three, two, one, exhale, five, four, three, two, one, inhale... Soon, his expression changed drastically, and he broke through the fog and rushed To where the young man is.
There, there was nothing.
Only a coin with phantom sound magic was shining brightly, releasing the sound of breathing every five seconds. And just on the ground, you could vaguely see the blood vomited by the young man.
There are also traces of him crawling hard, bit by bit towards the distance...
And right next to the coin, there was the answer written down by the young man with blood on his finger.
Why don't you want to be a black musician? the reason is simple…
-Because you are too stupid.
Naberish's expression changed for a while, but in the end, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, as if he had heard a great joke.
He was not angry or confused, but was filled with appreciation from the bottom of his heart.
"You actually ran away? Mr. Holmes, no matter from every angle, you are an enemy worthy of my admiration!" He stared at the direction where the young man crawled away, rubbing his hands excitedly:
"Let me see how far you can escape!"