Great, not a virus from the Psalm faction, not a curse from the Revelation faction, nor a flesh-and-blood aberration from the Change faction...
This is understandable.
After all, this is a heavily guarded Tower of Judgment, and my identity is so sensitive. In order to worry about the impact and consequences, the other party chose an illusion that would not leave any traces.
Fortunately, it's an illusion.
Since it is an illusion, there is no need to worry about dying immediately. As long as your will is strong enough, you can survive for a while before your perception is completely eroded.
Ye Qingxuan is an expert in this way, and he knows exactly how to deal with the current situation.
After confirming that it is an illusion faction, it is necessary to distinguish the type.
What kind of illusion was cast on myself
False hallucination of facial features? Not limited to an individual, but a closed illusion set up throughout the entire cell? Misperceptions acting on one’s own consciousness
Or is it the terrifying reality that turns false into reality and materializes illusion
Or, a combination of several
Illusion materialization can be ruled out.
Ye Qingxuan knew clearly from Laura how difficult this road was.
If that crazy woman's luck was a little worse, she might have turned herself into an illusion due to the backlash of music theory and disappeared without a trace. Even so, after completing the chapter of destiny in "Moon in the Mirror", you can only get started.
Ninety-nine out of a hundred musicians who studied this proposition died, and the remaining one may not be able to succeed.
There are less than ten musicians in the world who have the ability and energy to dabble in this field. More than half of them are hidden in the Northern Islands, Voodoo Crypt, Uncertain Land and other secret illusion schools. Inviting them to take action will cost a lot of money. The money is simply an astronomical figure, and people may not be willing to do it.
Ye Qingxuan believed that he would not be so unlucky.
Besides, if such a master really wanted to kill him, there would be countless ways. There is no need to go to such trouble at all. As long as the illusion hormone is injected into one's own blood, one will die without any disease or become insane until death.
Then, the rest is easy.
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and closed his eyes.
Interpretation method deduction begins.
The proposition is the change of music theory in the sea of ether.
In consciousness, the non-existent sea of ether slowly emerged, calm and vast, as if it was extending to the end of the world. Aether density is set to red zone normal standards.
After the sound source was set, sixteen giant pipe organs slowly rose from the mind, forming a huge ring.
Next…
Ye Qingxuan grinned.
In an instant, sixteen giant pipe organs roared, and passionate melodies burst out violently from them. They overlapped each other one after another, setting off layers of waves in the ethereal sea of nothingness.
In the collision of countless waves, the music theory of nothingness continues to arise and die.
Ye Qingxuan felt as if his brain had been thrown into a furnace and was about to collapse completely due to such a huge number of deductions. In the ethereal sea of nothingness, there were roaring waves and roaring sounds one after another, surging like crazy like boiling.
In the ebb and flow, countless music theories are born, formed, collapsed, and dissipated at the snap of a finger...
This is a taboo stipulated by Abraham. Never challenge the inhuman deduction conditions, otherwise the brain will collapse first under the impetus of the interpretation method.
In the severe pain caused by the virus, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness began to blur rapidly.
But at that moment, he saw everything twisting, deforming, and fading... As his brain was running wildly and his consciousness was undergoing drastic changes, his perception began to become weird.
He saw that the cell was rapidly twisting and deforming...
It was as if some abstract mathematical logic had intervened, and the spatial structure of the cell became extremely strange. Even Ye Qingxuan's body became slender and soft, like a little person who had been elongated and put in a box.
"I see… "
He stopped deducing the interpretation method, stared at the rapid changes in the world in front of him, and suddenly realized: "Is this in my consciousness?"
So, where are you now
I'm afraid I'm still lying in bed, immersed in sleep, right
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh.
Entering a dream preparing for the "Dream Weaver"...
My friend, are you really not joking
…
…
Ten minutes ago, subtle choking sounds echoed in the corridor outside Ye Qingxuan's cell.
In the cell, the examiner huddled up in a ball. On his downcast face, a strange red light lit up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
Before the late night bell rang, he quietly opened his mouth, stretched out his hand, and picked up a very thin thread from the end of his teeth. Gently pull out the foreign object hanging in the throat.
That's a ring.
The ordinary ring only had simple notes engraved on it, but under his urging, the simple intervals blended into the midnight bell.
The silent fluctuations merged with the entire Tower of Judgment barrier, bypassing the barrier and acting directly on the ether.
This is a key.
As early as the establishment of the Tower of Judgment, before the prohibition laws and layers of barriers were erected, backdoors were reserved during the planning of music theory. A tiny gap has quietly opened up in the operation of music theory.
This gap is not even enough to mobilize the power of the etheric sea, but with this small gap, a lot can be done.
The examiner grinned, put his hands together, and pressed them into the air.
The sad and lingering vague melody merged into the choking sounds, passed through the gap quietly, and integrated into Ye Qingxuan's sleep with the help of the fulcrum that had been arranged in advance.
"The Forgotten Sacrifice."
This is an illusion movement born from the myth of the Holy Scriptures.
The saint dies, the end of the world comes, and the guilty suffer judgment and fall into hell, where they will suffer forever.
In the Holy Scriptures, the descending angel says: "The time has come, and there will be no more time." And waiting, the guilty people will suffer torture and pain in the timeless eternity, praying for the final salvation.
Therefore, the illusionist created this movement, which is composed of "Judgment", "Sin" and "Holy Communion". First, use judgment to implant the fulcrum of the illusion, then use "sin" to make the people trapped in the illusion suffer eternal torture, and their consciousness will be consumed in endless pain. Finally, use the "Holy Communion" to bring "salvation" to the poor people. , causing him to sleep forever.
It only takes five minutes to experience thousands of years of pain and suffering.
Of course, the conditions for its use are also very harsh. The enemy must be dragged into the deepest level of the illusion when he is defenseless, without any resistance.
But any musician with a little bit of ether perception will wake up the moment he notices the ether fluctuations, and the illusion will be self-defeating.
But here, it is undoubtedly the most suitable movement.
Here, everyone's perception is blocked by the shackles they carry, and they are unable to use any music. They are almost no different from ordinary people. Even under the sedation of drugs and the washing of hymns, their minds are much weaker than ordinary people.
Soon, Ye Qingxuan was dragged into the nightmare.
Simply a waste of effort.
He controlled the music to slowly unfold from Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, constantly dragging him into deeper layers of the illusion. Then prepare another mental movement.
This is the employer's requirement. He must have clean hands and cannot let him die in prison.
He was to be tried in the Holy Wheel Court, where he confessed his crime.
He must die on the gallows.
Therefore, after the will has been exhausted, it is the turn of the mind movement to play.
Sow hints, reshape minds, change ideas...
This is a delicate job.
In particular, it must be done so that no one can see the clues.
I wonder what valuable treasure this guy has in his mind
The musician thought: It would be better to be worthy of paying such a high price and still make some extra money.
Maybe there is a golden seal of victory for Angelou? The twelve movements are activated and combined to form the scepter for the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven. It is said to be the closest force to the level of natural disaster in the world except for the saints.
Or, are there any other secrets that can be sold for money
Anyway, after the matter is completed, this identity will definitely not be used anymore.
For a one-time business, it is best to extract all the value at once.
"Let me take a look..."
He sneaked into Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, passed through a layer of fog and disintegrating guard, and went down, and then down, in the illusion of the mind.
Finally, the door representing the secret was found in the maze of memory.
"It's a very troublesome lock..."
The musician smiled mockingly: "What dark secrets are hidden so deeply?"
He reached out and took out the key transformed from his will from his arms.
Tears, sadness and exhaustion.
This is the best way to get to the secret.
There was a loud bang.
The key is broken.
The musician was stunned: Is there any way to try and find the best solution? It doesn't work
Soon, he suddenly realized: Ye Qingxuan is said to be proficient in the music theory of the Psychological School, and the conventional solution will definitely not work here.
He once again took out another key - despair, but the key of despair only appeared for an instant in the depths of this dream, and then completely dissipated.
The musician was suddenly stunned. Soon, he took out various keys that he had made in advance, but the door still didn't move.
Tricks seemed to be of no use to him.
The musician's mood suddenly darkened.
I didn't want this to happen, but if that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it.
His body expanded rapidly, horns grew on his head, flames ignited under his feet, and the bat wings behind him spread out from the flames. In an instant, he manipulated his own image and transformed into a nightmare. He suddenly stretched out his hand and smashed the lock on the door.
There was a snap.
Even before he could exert any force, the door opened...
He froze on the spot, and soon he couldn't help laughing to himself.
This guy's willpower is probably on the verge of collapse under the torture of illusion. His defenses are so fragile that they can be opened with just a slight touch.
He pushed open the door and entered.
Behind the door, there was a fog so thick that I couldn't even see my fingers.
It was like a majestic city had been destroyed, and there were tombstones everywhere in the ruins. Surrounded by a miserable white mist, countless secrets were buried.
Witnessing this scene, the musician felt cold in his heart.
This madman!
Everyone will create a sanctuary for themselves at the deepest level of consciousness, a place where all secrets are stored, a corner where their souls can hide and recuperate.
He has seen wooden houses on vast green grasslands, castles standing on small islands in storms, bustling cities, splendid palaces, and even bloody dismemberment workshops, as well as hideous and terrifying buildings decorated with human skin. The basement…
But why is this guy at the bottom of his consciousness such a devastated cemetery? !
The musician stared at the tombstone closest to him, walked in, and finally saw the name on it. He was stunned, turned around, and looked at another tombstone, but the names on it were exactly the same.
He stared at the layers of tombstones and felt his scalp numb.
The hundreds of tombstones all have the same name.
—Ye Qingxuan!
"This madman..."
A terrifying chill returned to the musician's consciousness, and it was only now that he realized: this is not a shelter at all! It's the cemetery where that guy buried himself!
He stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, but couldn't figure it out:
How many times had that guy killed himself? !
“That’s me wanting to be an artist.”
Beside him, someone whispered: "I used to be talented in painting and appreciation. My mother wanted me to be an artist."
The musician suddenly turned around and saw a figure standing behind him at some point.
The young man touched the tombstone next to him and sighed softly: "This is me who wanted to be a poet. I had many wishes when I was young, and later I also wanted to take many paths. Unfortunately, none of them came true. There are many wishes here. Me, a lot of... cowardly me. They're all dead."
He raised his head and said calmly: "Kill yourself when you were a child, and you will grow up. Kill your cowardly self, and you will become brave. I guess the so-called growth is the process of constantly killing yourself, right?"
“…”
The musician stared at him in astonishment, his heart filled with chills, not knowing what to say.
Why are you here
Just kidding, since he can appear here, it proves that he has broken free from the illusion. His mind quickly considered all the possibilities, and the projection became gloomy and ferocious, exuding malice that could not be concealed.
"Are you looking for this?"
Ye Qingxuan held a small box in his left hand. There was no lock on the box, it was just tied with a simple knot with silk thread. It looked childish and ridiculous.
"Sorry, this thing doesn't belong to you."
The box fell from his hand and fell to an unknown place again, locked into the deepest part of the dream.
He stared at the intruder here and said softly:
"You can't take anything from here."
The musician's face was gloomy, and the shadows under his feet changed and expanded strangely, as if boiling, spreading to all directions.
"You won't be using those things anyway, why don't you let someone take them away?"
The musician said coldly: "Sorry, I originally wanted to avoid this situation as much as possible. After all, it will be more painful to transform the mind... It's a pity that you left me no choice."
"In terms of competition of wills, I am quite experienced."
Ye Qingxuan smiled: "So, you'd better not talk too much."
"Then let me meet you!"
The next moment, the musician's figure suddenly disappeared.
The dark sky replaced it.
Crazy will accompanied by roaring music sounded from all directions. In just an instant, it destroyed Ye Qingxuan's dream and penetrated into the deepest part of his consciousness. It was like a thunderstorm and countless locusts falling from the sky, like a legendary disaster of destruction. , gnawing on everything within reach.
The dream was also shaken, and he responded.
Here in the Tower of Judgment, all the power to mobilize the etheric sea cannot be used, and the opponent's power is suppressed to the musician level. Ye Qingxuan never thought that he would lose to a musician in a duel between will and mind!
In an instant, the will of the two people changed thousands of times in the dream, colliding with each other. The two consciousnesses were so sharply facing each other, using themselves as weapons to stab each other!
This is the most non-technical duel in my mind, and it is also the most fundamental duel. Everything is based on one's own will, changes in skills and richness of experience.
This is the most unlucky way. Everything is decided the moment the foundation is laid.
The more they fought, the more palpitated the musician became, thinking that he could not find any trace of Ye Qingxuan's thoughts corroding and implying implantation.
He has reached the point where there is no trace, and the colorless river at his level of freedom is simply pervasive. Any gap in the transfer of consciousness is an opportunity to take advantage of. Even the slightest weakness will be noticed and exploited by him.
In just a short moment, the Purifier he had visualized with his mind removed dozens of suggestive imprints from his consciousness, all of which were caused by scruples and weaknesses that he was not even aware of due to a single thought. The hint was planted by him.
Moreover, apart from passive defense, this guy has no ability to counterattack!
If he had recovered his etheric induction, I'm afraid the battle situation would be one-sided at this moment!
Where did such a damn pervert come from!
Is this guy really not a secretly cultivated seed musician in the "Dark Forest" or "Nian Hua Yi Xin" schools of psychology? The information only says that this guy lacks a famous teacher in mind reading and has only dabbled in it... fart!
This damn guy's heritage and foundation are clearly deeper than his own! The skills of consciousness erosion and suggestion implantation are simply worse than a black musician!
Who did you learn it from
At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's side was completely unlucky.
It was completely beyond his expectation. He failed not in skills, but in... will? !
Every attack of this assassin who invaded his consciousness was a life-threatening suicide attack. It's like as long as the enemy's consciousness is completely annihilated, it doesn't matter even if your own brain is completely burned into a ball of paste!
Every impact on consciousness and shock to the soul, almost with a desperate heart and an unyielding will, stimulates every ounce of potential, overloading the brain several times.
If he could still leave the dream now, he would definitely be able to see his whole body twitching and his facial features oozing blood.
Where is the musician here
This is clearly a fanatical believer who wants to die with the enemy!
There is no trace of the greed or hesitation just now, almost like a different person.
Ye Qingxuan collapsed almost every time in a head-on confrontation, and most of his heart was spent on eliminating the aftermath. The invisible river intercepted it from left to right, barely eliminating most of the impact.
The enemy is not afraid of death, but he does not want to be brain-dead for no reason!
If it weren't for the opponent's rigid thinking and many flaws, he wouldn't even be able to fight the opponent in a harassment battle.
There is no other way. If you are stupid, you will be stunned, and if you are stunned, you will lose your life. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for so many years, and this was the first time he encountered someone playing desperate tricks on him.
What's going on? !
At this moment, the other person was thinking about the same problem.
He missed the first move at the beginning, fell behind step by step, and even ended up in a tie with a musician who had no etheric induction at all, and he was the one at a disadvantage.
But while hesitating, he noticed that his thinking speed was getting slower and slower...
hint!
I have been implanted with hints!
His mind was shaken, and he almost succeeded in being penetrated by Ye Qingxuan, but no matter what, he couldn't find where the hint planted by Ye Qingxuan was!
Until finally, he suddenly realized.
—That box!