How far can you escape
Of course you can run as far as you can!
After escaping from Naberis' interference area, Ye Qingxuan's heart returned to normal and no longer beat like crazy, but his condition was still not much better.
It can be said that it is terrible.
There is a widely circulated piece of music in The Black Musician called The Devil's Whisper. It can cause the ether to vibrate and release terrifying sounds that are inaudible to humans. In that sound, the capillaries under the skin of all living things will burst. The internal organs will also be disturbed by the sound waves, run chaotically, and finally explode internally. The whole person's appearance will be swollen into a giant due to burst blood vessels, but the inside has been rotted into a ball of paste.
Naberish's move is not inferior to its effect in any way, and is even more targeted than that - it acts directly on the heart sound, without reaching the resonance level, and there is not even a way to resist.
I'm afraid I'm bleeding internally now.
In addition to stimulants to enhance physical strength and hemostasis, he drank the healing potions given by Laura for free, just like drinking water.
The side effect of the large amount of medicine was confusion. He now seemed to be drunk and could no longer maintain the sanity he was proud of.
In fact, his ability to escape had nothing to do with his own sanity.
Instead, he relied on the jacket that he had neglected for a long time and had become useless recently - the Dungeon Gentleman. This piece of equipment carefully crafted by Charles is not an alchemy equipment, and its quality can only be said to be average, and it can only provide defense for key parts.
But its essence is Ciel's masterpiece in mechanical dynamics, a close-fitting simplified metal skeleton - the Iron Bone. After integrating the technology of the chain saw monk, it can provide Ye Qingxuan with strength assistance dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people, making up for his fatal physical shortcomings.
Also here, saved his life.
He had no strength left, but fortunately, Naberish's heart sound interference had no effect on steel. With the help of "Iron Bone", he climbed out of the range of the upper heart sound interference with difficulty.
Even though the bitch brother is usually unreliable, he can really save lives at critical times...
Ye Qingxuan had never thanked Charles so heartfeltly. In his heart, Charles had simply turned into a little angel with a halo on his head and two chicken wings on his back.
Little angel Charles... Hey, thinking about it this way, it's quite touching.
Sluggishness, erratic thinking, and difficulty concentrating were also one of the side effects. Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had knocked on a "mandala", and various hallucinations began to appear in his mind uncontrollably.
In the thick fog, he staggered on the streets, relying on all his sense to avoid the monsters roaming the streets, and instinctively wanted to find a safe place.
Along the way, dangers abound, and every step is startling. I passed by the shuddering breath several times. He hid in the darkness, not daring to see what kind of monster was wandering on the street.
I don't know how long it took, but his footsteps finally stopped.
It was only now that he realized that he had actually seen a ghost in Shadow of Avalon and ran to the riverside area of Midtown, the place where he subconsciously felt the safest.
—Royal Academy of Music.
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"But, what the hell is this place?"
In the thick fog, the young man raised his head and looked at the huge and vague building in front of him. The building had a ferocious shadow, hidden in the fog, like a crouching giant beast.
The door has been pushed open by some kind of force, and the surrounding area seems to have experienced a battle, with corpses of demons everywhere. Among them were many monsters that Ye Qingxuan was frightened after seeing.
A line of bloody footprints walked into what was supposed to be the academy...
And in the place that was supposed to be the Royal Academy of Music, behind the high walls, there were only layers of burning racks rising like a forest, stretching into the sky.
In the bleak fog, like dark ghosts, binding the soul.
If Ye Qingxuan guessed correctly, what he saw was not the Royal Conservatory of Music, but the place where the Royal Conservatory of Music was not established hundreds of years ago, during the time of King Arthur.
But no one has ever said what this place used to be.
Ye Qingxuan knows now.
—This is clearly a prison!
In the bleak and dense fog, darkness gradually spread.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan walked in and saw the gloomy buildings sleeping in the thick fog, as well as the dried blood on the ground, the abandoned remains after torture, weeds everywhere and the ruins. Scenes.
The uniformed prison guards had long since died of old age and turned into piles of withered bones, lying on the ground. The long swords on their waists were covered with rust, like twisted dead snakes.
Not long ago this was the lair of demons.
Not anymore…
Because they are now so dead that they can no longer die, scattered everywhere, and blood covers every inch of the ground and walls.
It's like experiencing some brutal fighting...
What the hell is this
Ye Qingxuan's heart was completely cold, and he couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and sigh: What is this? Just emerged from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again
Although I know that my luck has always been bad, but to be so bad... I'm afraid it's unprecedented, right
His heart twitched suddenly, and the pain spread. Turning around in shock, he heard footsteps approaching in the distance.
That damn black musician actually caught up with him again...
What method was used this time? Since he can plant hints in his heart without anyone noticing, he may not be able to leave traces of pursuit.
Encountering this kind of old monster who has been stuck in the resonance level for sixty years and has accumulated so much wealth that it is unreasonable, even though Ye Qingxuan boasted of being versatile and resourceful, he suddenly felt helpless and at a loss.
There was no time to hesitate.
He gritted his teeth and rushed into the ruins.
Since he would die if he ran away, and he would die if he stayed where he was, why not choose a slower way to die
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In the sharp sound, the ancient door opened with a bang, and dust flew up and sprinkled on the young man's white hair. Ye Qingxuan tried his best to close the iron door, leaned on the door tiredly, and looked up at the empty hall.
Under the dim and strange lights, there were wreckage everywhere.
Half dust, half blood.
Half of it is a decadent scene after thousands of years of ruin, and half of it is the blood stained by the fighting between monsters and monsters.
The skeletons of the prison guards who had died long ago were still sitting in their original positions. The dry corpses sat upright, and the solemnity and dignity of the past could be vaguely seen.
The remains and blood of the demons were sprinkled on their bodies, making this layer of solemnity covered in blood, making it particularly hideous.
The dark eye holes on those withered faces seemed to be staring at the sudden young man.
It seems that in the next moment, he will stand up and draw his sword.
"What's wrong? Are you planning to have a Christmas party?"
Ye Qingxuan stared at them with big eyes: "Would you like to add me? I also have a few new cards from Avalon to play with."
No one responded.
Of course, those corpses that had died long ago could not speak out to refute him, they just maintained their original postures.
With just a slight touch, it shattered all over the floor.
Ye Qingxuan watched this scene, his tense body relaxed slightly, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: What are you thinking about? Is it really a big mess
Will dead things come back to life to kill themselves
If this is the case, he should not be afraid, but should be ecstatic.
The resurrection of the dead is a miracle that the Psalm School has been pursuing for thousands of years. Second only to the great proposition of the "little man in the bottle" of the school of change.
He shook his head, expelling the absurd thoughts, seizing the time, and quietly followed the tragic aura left by the Ripper.
Along the way, there were desolate scenes everywhere, without any life at all. In this prison that should have been turned into an academy, there is only a mess.
He looked around at the decayed scene, but he couldn't help but feel more and more worried: If this was a prison... then what exactly was being locked up here
Thousands of years later, are those... ghosts who were once imprisoned here still alive
With strong vigilance, Ye Qingxuan pushed open the door to the underground.
The dust fell, passing through his suddenly thinned figure, and landed on the ground.
He carefully raised the lamp and illuminated the darkness. In the darkness, the dungeon was silent except for the sound of dripping water.
He walked up the stairs into the darkness.
At the door, the desiccated corpse of the prison guard rolled down the steps, his head bouncing on the stone slab, and finally broke into three pieces. On the face, the two empty eye holes rolled, rolling into the darkness of the cage along with the fragments of bones.
Everything became silent again.
The cages on both sides were still silent - except for the dusty shackles and the beds that had long since rotted into dust, there was nothing there.
For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. But in the darkness seeping out, faint laughter suddenly came.
laughter…
The laughter came from the cage beside him.
Ye Qingxuan turned back suddenly.
Then I saw myself.