After a short period of time that was not long but felt as if several lifetimes had passed, Ye Qingxuan finally heard a hoarse voice: "Ye Qingxuan, it's your turn."
Immediately, he was tied up and carried out. He was covered with shackles and shackles, as if he were a source of pollution. He was also carefully wrapped in two layers of something that looked like a shroud, and was carried by two deformed half-dragons. , taken to the altar.
It wasn't until he was carried out of the dungeon that he discovered that he had been locked in the cellar.
At this moment, there is only a dead silence left in Auschwitz. Among the collapsed wreckage, those dark stone "cocoons" can be seen everywhere. In the "cocoons", the sleeping life is slowly transforming and "reviving" again.
After tonight, there will be one more family member of the Abyss. By then, the status of the Hundred-Eyed Ones in the natural disaster camp will rise again, and there is a faint tendency to dominate the other natural disasters.
If those ghost things really have any superior-subordinate relationship.
The two "half-dragons" responsible for carrying him were an abyssal family. This clan emerged from the dark world a hundred years ago, and after integrating some of the characteristics of demons, it formed a new ethnic group and society. Many musicians were born, and there was a faint tendency to imitate the "Moon Spirit" and build a kingdom.
It's just that most half-dragons are not very intelligent, not even as good as a child. They are violent in temperament, like fighting and killing, and are loyal. They are deeply loved by black musicians and are often recruited as followers.
Although he is said to be half-dragon, he is actually more like a lizard and does not have the talent of a dragon. They are born with a layer of extremely hard scales, and they also have the genetic memory of their ancestors. They can be regarded as soldiers of almost everyone.
For example, the two carrying Ye Qingxuan.
Soon, a fishy smell hit my face.
The stench of corrupted blood was so familiar, reminding Ye Qingxuan of many unpleasant memories. There is also a faint pungent smell of purified mercury, sulfur, etc.
Several black musicians directed two half-dragons to press Ye Qingxuan to the ground, shackles on his hands and feet, and fixed him to the ground. Around him, there were circles of alchemical matrix spreading like a ring, and the complex music theory coming from the abyss could be faintly discerned.
Around him, there were many musicians who were treated the same way as him, but all of them turned pale and cursed Colt who was not far away.
An old musician who was as skinny as a night owl came forward, checked them one by one, and smiled strangely: "Sure enough, the quality is excellent. The information you provided is good, Colt!"
"I don't take it seriously, I'm just trying my best."
Colt nodded lightly: "It would be great if I could make some contribution to the Praise of Destruction."
The night owl monster laughed: "Don't worry, if this is successful, the leader will naturally remember your contribution. When the time comes, he will definitely ask the Holy Spirit to bless you for transformation. The last person to have this honor was Ange. Where is Lu’s chief priest!”
Colt chuckled softly and said nothing, but the few musicians who were still conscious at his feet began to curse. If Colt hadn't provided them with intelligence and trump cards, how could they have been caught so easily.
Colt turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard. On the contrary, those who screamed more violently were injected with sedatives and entered a state of dementia.
Then everything returned to silence.
Colt no longer looked at those guys, but stood in the corner and watched with interest, his eyes faintly mocking.
But for some reason, he suddenly froze, as if he had seen something so damn weird. This surprised Ye Qingxuan who squinted his eyes to peek. He even saw a trace of... fear in Colt's eyes
Soon, Colt's expression calmed down, his face became as sinking as water, and he retreated into the shadows.
And the old musician who looked like a night owl was rubbing his hands, burning small pieces of incense, preparing for the transformation ceremony, and still muttering in his mouth.
"I told you that those faceless actors were unreliable. The transformation matrix of the Northern Hotel was destroyed, so I wasted a lot of time and made a new one. By the way, there is also Ye Qingxuan... who is Ye Qingxuan is here?"
When Ye Qingxuan heard this, he immediately closed his eyes and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.
Unfortunately, it was of no use, and the old ghost found him in the end. He coughed twice awkwardly and opened his eyes: "What do you want from me?"
"Are you Ye Qingxuan?"
The old ghost looked at him carefully and smiled sharply: "You look pretty, no wonder Lord Naberish values you so much."
"Hey! Don't talk nonsense."
Ye Qingxuan almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his face: "The devil wants him to take a fancy to you!"
The old man tilted his head and looked at him, removed a piece of bone from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it, just like eating snacks, it made people's scalp numb:
"Don't worry, since it is Lord Naberish's order, you will do the best to transform. The various materials prepared are ten times that of ordinary people. After you successfully transform, you will be a dark star again!"
As he said this, he smiled brightly: "When you become successful and you still care about your old relationship, please take good care of my old bones."
Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched: "No, no, no, I will retaliate. If you are so ugly, I will definitely kill your whole family! Why don't you let me go now, or reconsider?"
"Hehehe, everyone likes to say that, but it will definitely be different after the transformation." Old Ye Xiao patted him on the shoulder: "You will definitely like that feeling."
This time, without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to reply, he stood up, picked up a bone staff from his assistant, raised it suddenly, and beat it in the void like a drum.
Bang!
Drums roared.
It was like the bone stick hitting his skull.
Everyone's vision went dark, they were dizzy and almost lost their consciousness. But the drums kept sounding like muffled thunder, and each beat made people feel restless, bored, nauseous, and mentally dizzy. All kinds of hallucinations abounded in their minds, and they could hardly control themselves.
Ye Qingxuan's mind was the clearest.
But it might not be a good thing to be awake at this time. Ye Qingxuan watched helplessly as a deep and dark aura rose from the matrix, transformed into various shadows, and gradually engulfed them.
It was a gift and transformation from the abyss. Once swallowed by that thing... Ye Qingxuan might have to change his appearance and live a hidden life like his own unlucky world for the rest of his life.
No, it is even possible that the moment the transformation is successful, it will be evaporated into ashes by the moonlight in your body!
Ye Qingxuan would definitely not be willing to taste such a depressing way of death.
At that moment, he was in a hurry...
"Ah!!! Help! Something bad is going to happen! There's a guy with a rough face and a loud mouth... Ahem, no! In any case, something big has happened!"
Amidst the solemn beating of drums and the praise of evil gods, Ye Qingxuan suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, his face turned pale.
For a moment, the drumming stopped.
The old man Ye Xiao frowned and looked over.
All the other bound musicians also looked over, with faint expectations in their eyes, waiting for his comeback move. In those complicated eyes, Ye Qingxuan was covered in cold sweat and pointed with difficulty at the sky behind the black musician:
"-Look, there is something strange flying in the sky! It looks like a saucer and it also glows!"
There was an awkward silence.
Everyone looked at him like he was an idiot.
"you… "
The old man Ye Xiao looked at him with some uncertainty: "...Do you really think that someone here is stupid enough to look at it?"
"Ahem, wouldn't you?"
Ye Qingxuan looked away shyly: "Then I should try another method?"
Everyone's expressions became extremely complicated and difficult to describe, but in short, they were all filled with the four words "Mom's retarded".
The old ghost of Night Owl sighed and raised his bone staff:
"The ceremony continues! Everyone, work harder to transform this garrulous guy first!"
The roaring drums sounded again.
Ye Qingxuan screamed again: "Help, there is really a situation! Look behind you, I mean there is someone who wants to stab you in the back. Look, that guy has all his knives out... To tell the truth. He is the illegitimate son of the Anglo royal family. Can you please let me go and we can work together to make a fortune in the future? By the way, I have a good brother who is now very prosperous and famous in Burgundy. Don't you consider getting to know him? It’s easy to say just let me go!”
He was mumbling words, but those guys remained motionless, which only intensified the transformation ceremony. He felt like he was about to be swallowed up by darkness.
At this point it's useless to say anything.
Therefore, what the ancients said is right: "When faced with trouble, do not make a decision and act recklessly."
Just do it!
The stern look in his eyes flashed away, and the moonlight in his heart dimly lit up—Xiaoyuan was implanted in his body after all, and it was rooted in his blood.
No matter how powerful those black musicians were, they couldn't possibly open up his chest and check his internal organs, right
In an instant, the sleeping Xiaoyuan activated. The little source that turned into a heart beat suddenly, like a drum, fast and low. In an instant, moonlight emerged from the blood and flowed throughout the body.
In just one second, he felt as if he had run several kilometers. His body was covered in sweat, his muscles were swollen, and he almost felt like he was going to explode and die. But as the capillaries ruptured, strands of blood gathered in the air, evolving into pure white moonlight.
The moonlight passed by in a flash, but it shattered the restrictions imposed on his body.
Ye Qingxuan felt that his dazed mind suddenly became clear. He finally recovered his etheric sensitivity and jumped up from the ground, with the moonlight blazing all around him. In the call of the moonlight, there was a scream in the air, and something came through the air, fell into Ye Qingxuan's hand, unfolded and popped out, and turned into criss-crossing strings.
Jiuxiao Huanpei responded to the call and nailed it deeply into the transformation matrix. It shattered the music theory with such tyranny and brought the transformation ceremony to an abrupt end.
The drum beat suddenly became chaotic, and Old Night Owl took a step back under the force of the counter-shock, and his eyes suddenly burst out with an eerie green light: "As expected of the guy Naberis is optimistic about, you overcame him even if you didn't pay attention. It's a pity that you can't escape..."
The word "fall" did not pop out of his mouth, but instead there were pieces of black internal organs and screams.
Behind him, someone was holding a dagger and stabbed it into the back of his heart. Any alchemy equipment and shields in front of the dagger collapsed at the first touch. When it entered the body, it immediately released chaotic fluctuations, shattering the internal organs and destroying the heartbeat.
One hit kill!
Ye Xiao sluggishly tried to turn his head, but someone pinned his head from behind. He never saw who killed him until he died.
The body fell to the ground, revealing Colt behind it.
"Is there something flying in the sky?"
He looked at Ye Qingxuan with contempt:
"What a lame excuse."