It's that box!
When Ye Qingxuan appeared, the box was shown to him!
He was sure that he would notice the box, and because of his greed, he turned it into a hint, and he foolishly kept thinking about it!
Every memory, every greed will cultivate that hint stronger and stronger! He raised his own demons!
Thinking of this, he finally suddenly realized, and a decisive color flashed in his will.
The next moment, he no longer hesitated or dodge, regardless of Ye Qingxuan's erosion and penetration, he activated every potential of his brain, expanded his self-will without limit, and finally squeezed into Ye Qingxuan's heart.
boom!
Ye Qingxuan's body was shaken violently, and he was almost completely defeated in this suicidal attack. Even in his sleep, Ye Qingxuan could feel a sweet smell in his mouth, nose and throat.
"Haha, goodbye, friend."
The intruder laughed and left: "I will come to see you again!"
But the moment he left, he saw...
At the bottom of the shattered world of consciousness, those graves were buried under the Nine Earths, and the layers of fog were blown away, finally revealing the core scene.
That's a tall tower.
A huge tower that reaches the sky and the earth!
It was like a pillar of heaven, supporting Ye Qingxuan's world of consciousness, extending to the end of the world of consciousness and submerging into the void... Just looking at the miracle composed of the huge music theory made people tremble all over.
This path leads to the sky!
—Ladder to heaven!
"caught you!"
In the slowly recovering world of consciousness, a cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes.
How dare you retreat with your own hint...
Should I say bold
Or arrogant
He couldn't help but laugh.
…
The next moment, in a cell not far away, the examiner opened his eyes from his dream. Before he could smile, his expression became stiff.
He felt that the connection between his hearts that he had severed was connected again!
Just on the other side, an angry consciousness counterattacked brazenly!
He actually used the movement of the mind!
In this place where all etheric induction is blocked, he can still use music? !
Does he have a key
wrong! Impossible, this is the Tower of Judgment... Even my own key is a precious alchemical item that can only be used once. But what on earth is going on? !
"How do you think I solved your illusion?"
The hallucinatory chuckle sounded from his ears, so eerie. He whispered softly and said words that almost subverted the musician's common sense:
"Who said that without etheric induction, I wouldn't be able to release the music?"
No one has ever known that when Ye Qingxuan first came into contact with music theory, he never relied on etheric induction to play music!
This is one of his most important trump cards.
Any musician knows that trying to release a piece of music without etheric induction is tantamount to fantasy. Even if you get lucky once in a hundred thousand times, you will still be a blind man walking on a single-plank bridge.
It would have been better not to have found the single-plank bridge, but it would have been worse to have found it.
Just one wrong step and your body will be shattered!
But this common sense doesn't hold true for a freak like Ye Qingxuan.
He has never taken a normal path since he started.
Even without etheric induction, he could successfully release some low-difficulty basic movements by relying on the interpretation method and the 106,000 classical school note records given to him by Hermes.
"Thank you for opening the door for me."
Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded like a ghost, making the examiner's face turn pale.
This time, the offense and defense were reversed.
In just an instant, the last resistance collapsed completely.
Ye Qingxuan's power completely dominated his consciousness.
But his brain has been severely traumatized by unlimited oppression, and is almost on the verge of brain death. As long as it loses maintenance, it will completely collapse in the next moment.
Even Ye Qingxuan didn't notice that the other party was so fragile that he almost collapsed at the first touch!
But soon, Ye Qingxuan frowned and realized that things were not simple.
The censor's consciousness is empty and has been completely whitewashed!
Nothing remained, not even his own name. There was only a vague shadow left, that of a woman wearing a wedding dress, and her sweet smile could be vaguely distinguished.
That's why he keeps crying.
"I see."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly.
This censor is not a killer at all.
He is just a poor "springboard" for borrowing power!
As early as outside the prison, his brain had been cleaned and turned into an empty shell. When he first entered here, he had already been controlled by the killer through some kind of technology.
Although Ye Qingxuan doesn't know exactly how it works, it should be a secret music theory inheritance of a certain school.
The killer himself has not entered the Tower of Judgment at all. He has only been fighting with himself using this empty shell. This can explain why the other party is so fearless in the battle of wills.
Because it’s not you who died!
He has been forcibly squeezing the censor's consciousness and brain, manipulating his power to fight against himself. Because of this, he is so confident and not afraid of failure at all.
The worst thing is to do it again, anyway, there are as many cheap springboards as there are!
And deep in his traumatized consciousness, Ye Qingxuan could still see the last taunt left by the other party, as well as his weird laughter.
"You're just pretending to be cool and you want to leave?"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to sneer:
"-not that simple!"
…
…
At this moment, it is exactly two kilometers outside the Tower of Judgment.
In a secret warehouse in a certain agency station, the musician woke up from his dream screaming, sweating like rain, scarlet blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and vomiting violently.
He was lying in the huge alchemical matrix, and countless precious singing consumables around him had been completely consumed.
Every time this secret ritual is used, a huge amount of resources are consumed, and it has only one effect. That is to split the user's consciousness, just like summoning a musician to raise a fantasy beast in the mind, cutting off part of his consciousness to form personality fragments, implanting them into other people's bodies, and using this to maintain contact and perform remote control. .
The middle-aged man climbed up from the matrix, pulling out the wires and nails that had penetrated his limbs and the back of his head and neck one by one, breathing heavily.
People on both sides helped him up, wiped away his vomit, and poured warm water on his body.
He looked like he was only in his thirties, but the man had gray hair, and there were fine musical notes tattooed under the hairline on his forehead, like some kind of music solidified on his head.
Soon, he regained consciousness.
The messenger waiting here on behalf of the employer stepped forward and asked: "Did it succeed?"
"I missed it."
The musician's empty eyes turned gloomy: "All your information is wrong! That guy's telepathic music theory is not inferior to mine."
He paused and felt a little embarrassed: Not only was he inferior, but in terms of basic level, he was simply infinitely stronger than himself.
Soon, a hint of panic appeared in his eyes: "And... he can release music without relying on etheric induction!"
The messenger was stunned, as if he didn't understand.
The musician repeated it, and the messenger finally understood. His brows furrowed and his expression became gloomy: "Are you kidding me?"
"If I want to cover up my failure, why don't I choose something better?"
The messenger's face was uncertain, and he was calculating quickly in his mind, but he didn't notice the sudden change in the musician's downcast face.
In the musician's consciousness, the remaining hint - the childish rope on the small box quietly broke. During the fight between the two people, it became dilapidated at some point, and as the rope broke, the box quietly opened.
The gift hidden inside finally emerged.
hint!
Or hint...
This is a double hint!
What the hell is this school of inheritance that can actually hide one hint within another hint? ! This kind of ability that only exists in theory is simply unheard of!
His expression changed suddenly, and his mind changed rapidly. He wanted to erase this memory and its hints, but it was already too late.
The hints have been erased, but the instructions hidden within have been quietly unfolded, embedded in his consciousness, and mobilizing the chapter of heart sounds in his body.
Just a small change - synchrony.
homology
He froze.
With whom
The next moment, a thin thread of water vapor condensed extended from the void.
Ladder to heaven!
Two kilometers away, relying on the guidance of suggestion, a line of water vapor flew out of the cage, followed the guidance of the ladder, and gently rested on his forehead.
In tune, let’s begin!
"Hey, we meet again."
In the consciousness, the figure of the white-haired young man quietly appeared, smiling at him: "I have a gift for you."
As he spoke, he raised his empty hands.
And just above that palm, the moonlight lit up.
The moonlight is like a dream.
"What's this?"
He froze, engulfed in the moonlight.
But in the eyes of others, at that moment his body twitched violently and fell to the ground, with some vague sound murmuring in his throat.
Soon, the convulsions and convulsions that seemed to be caused by an acute illness stopped.
He opened his eyes again.
"Hello, first time meeting you."
The musician stared at the assistant and the astonished messenger beside him, and smiled strangely: "My name is Ye Qingxuan, please give me your advice."
The next moment, the musician suddenly reached out and put his hands on the foreheads of the two assistants. In a hurry, the assistants had no time to react. In the next moment, the invisible river suddenly swept out and swallowed their consciousness.
The messenger staggered back, but the musician climbed up from the ground like a mad dog and rushed towards him.
The sharp blade slipped out of the messenger's sleeve. He stood still and suddenly slashed forward.
Even though he had never been on the battlefield, when he slashed out this sword, he still had the aura of bloodshed and cruelty.
This sword comes from the teachings of the swordsman masters of the Holy City, and is extremely cruel and swift.
When encountering a surprise attack, most people will subconsciously want to retreat. But the more unexpected it is, the more determination and courage are needed.
The sword was slashed out with the intention of dying together with the enemy.
Attack for attack, injury for injury.
Only if your opponent dies first will you have the chance to survive.
But even in the face of such a cruel and decisive sword, the musician still did not retreat. Instead, he accelerated his speed and faced the sword's edge. In an instant, the sword blade passed through his shoulder, and the musician's palm was pressed against his forehead.
Oops.
These were his last thoughts.
Then, everything went dark.
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…
Late at night, in a remote area of the Holy City, there was a knock on the door of a porcelain shop.
"Who is it? Coming so late..."
The man who was woken up yawned and came over. Through the peephole, he saw a partially naked man. The man's shoulder was severely injured and he was bleeding. But his face was dull, as if he hadn't woken up.
"Sorry, it's closed." He said, "Come back tomorrow."
"Old Antique asked me to deliver the goods."
Outside the door, the lost ** man said dullly: "Aunt... asked me to bring him... an... urgent message."
The door opened a crack, and a hand stretched out and pulled him in.
But after entering the door, the man collapsed on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The man was stunned. Several people hiding behind the door searched him all over, but found a letter in his pants pocket.
The letter looked like it had been ripped out of a random book. It wasn't even put into an envelope. It was just piled on top of each other in a mess and then crumpled into a ball.
Soon, the confused guys came to their senses and quickly began to give first aid to the man who came to the door for no reason. And that urgent letter was delivered to the "old antique" in the Anglo Embassy more than ten minutes later.
Anglo Embassy, Bedroom.
Maxwell turned on the bedside table lamp, put on his eyes and unfolded the crumpled letter paper.
On the wrinkled paper, there is a message like a child's scribbling.
[Maxwell, this person wants to kill me, please help me investigate his identity.]
[Also, thank you.]
The signature is not a name, but a simple graffiti drawn casually, vaguely resembling the shape of a top hat.
Maxwell was stunned, and after a long time he shook his head helplessly.
"It's really not easy to hear a thank you from you."
Even though he said this, he couldn't help but laugh.
…
…
The next day, afternoon.
Through a thick transparent glass wall, Maxwell looked closely for a long time.
"IMHO."
He said, "You look like you're going to die."
"Well, I almost died."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "In every sense of the word."
Sitting on the chair behind the wall was a young man with a pale face and dark circles under his eyes. His whole body seemed to have been emptied out. It seemed like he would fall to the ground if a gust of wind blew.
"Principal, if you need any medicine, don't save it for the New Year. I'll send you some more to save lives."
Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and announced a series of potion names. Maxwell's mouth twitched after hearing this: How much does this bastard not regard money as money
Just one gram of the first few items is enough to buy a square meter in the holy city where land is at a premium! This bastard wants it by the bottle!
no way.
Last night, it could be said that Ye Qingxuan's old wounds were not healed yet, but he was still heartbroken.
Although the final results were impressive, the situation is still not optimistic.
He first faced off against a telepathic musician, and then experienced a series of fierce battles.
First, he played Bolero, and with the help of the gap in the barrier opened by the other party, a thought line spanned two kilometers, strengthening the hint and forcibly connecting the two people.
Then, relying on the ultra-long-distance induction of the ladder, the resonance was finally forcibly reached.
The final battle seemed to be an understatement, but Ye Qingxuan was in the cage and had used all his strength. The broken music theory in the body was also impacted again.
Separated by two kilometers and without etheric induction, remote control of the movement was much more difficult than he imagined, and it took almost all his effort.
Finally, the final word was "Moonlight".
At that time, he had reached the end of his strength, and relied on vague instructions to control the enemy to clean up the scene. After the goods were delivered to his door, he vomited blood and fainted.
If the other party hadn't been upset because of his counterattack, the outcome might not have been as easy as it seemed today.
Winning this battle was almost like a miracle.
If it could see the light of day, it would definitely be a genius deed that could be recorded in textbooks. Unfortunately, this kind of thing can only make me feel happy.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and asked:
"How's it going? How's the investigation going?"
Maxwell sighed.
"The ones who came to kill you are the killers from the Holy City."
"Cantrera," he said, "have you ever heard of that name?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I heard a little bit."
"In the earliest times, this was a method used by six generations of popes to eliminate dissenters."
Maxwell said: "If you make your Majesty feel inconvenient, he will invite you to dine with him, and bring you a glass of wine during dinner. You must drink it politely, praise His Majesty, and enjoy the delicious food." . You can die that night in your sleep."
Ye Qingxuan listened and nodded: "At least it sounds like the Holy City at that time was very polite."
"It is said that the sixth pope himself died under this poisonous wine. Since then, it has become a taboo and is no longer used. The killers have adopted this name. They are raised by the big shots in the Holy City and wait for Show up when necessary."
Maxwell paused and showed a look of pity: "Unfortunately, you met one of them."
"How is he?"
"died."
Maxwell said: "The chanter who performed the autopsy told me that there was a deadly strain of bacteria living in his stomach. As long as it is not suppressed by an antidote for twenty-four hours, it will explode, and the whole person will turn into a mushroom from the inside out. Culture medium. To be honest, that picture makes me unable to eat even now."
“…”
After hearing this, Ye Qingxuan sighed after being silent for a long time: "It seems that what I committed is really big."
"More than that."
Maxwell had a complicated expression: "You cut off the head of a 'hero' in front of everyone in the world, in front of the Holy City."
"Even if the so-called hero is fake."
"Whether it is true or not, it damages the majesty of the Holy City. There has never been such arrogant behavior in decades. Especially now, the relationship between the Holy City and other countries is becoming more and more sensitive, and even a little spark will turn it into a Disaster... You have offended many old antiques in the Holy City. In their view, this loss must be repaid with your death."
"Is that so?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I didn't expect that I got into a big trap."
"Can you understand how hard it is for a poor old man to wipe your butt?" Maxwell shook his head and sighed: "At least say thank you a few more times, which will give me some comfort."
"Maxwell."
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at his pretended calm expression with a serious expression:
"If it's really irreparable, don't do anything in vain. If you want to help me do something, help me take care of my teacher, Bai Xi, and remember to help me take care of Xia Fish out that idiot. That way I won’t have any regrets.”
"Idiot, what are you talking about?"
Maxwell smiled, as if hearing a child's joke.
"Ye Qingxuan, you are my heir, the future sword holder, and the president of the Royal Academy of Music. I will not watch you hang on the gallows. You will walk out of here safely, I swear. .”
"So, get some rest and leave the rest to me."
He stood up, put on his hat, and showed a reassuring smile: "Maybe when you come out, you can be in time to listen to the Pope's New Year's Gospel at the end of winter."
Ye Qingxuan said goodbye to him and watched him turn and leave.
After a long time, he whispered softly.
"I hope so."