The moment the strings were shaken, all sounds disappeared.
Originally, the silver light gathered from all directions and turned into a frenzy sweeping across the place, but now those etheric flashes have disappeared, leaving only the sound of the piano.
There is a sharp and sonorous aura hidden in that wonderful tone, like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath, the friction of nail leaves, and in the indescribable length, it gradually reveals its majestic murderous intent.
In the melodious sound of the piano, weak ripples spread from Ye Qingxuan's fingertips and extended in all directions.
Wherever it passed, all the light dimmed, the flames went out, the blood lost its color, and the darkness turned into meaningless gray... Everything seemed to be as usual, but it seemed to be pulled farther and farther away by something. .
White mist emerged from the sky and spread vaguely. It is not thick, but thin and vague, covering all the space. It's like the breath exhaled in winter, curling up and spreading.
A vague chill rose, lingering in every inch of space.
It was obvious that the residual heat of the fire could be felt in the limbs, but both the perception and the spirit were experiencing a "cold" feeling crazily.
The ghost woman was stunned. She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her steps stopped in mid-air. The non-existent coldness had penetrated into her brain, slowly freezing her thinking and will.
In the end, she stood in the white mist, her will frozen in shock and fear.
Everything seemed to be still.
In this cold fog.
…
In the dancing white mist, there was only the sound of the piano.
Immediately afterwards, the melodious sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the seemingly intermittent notes formed a continuous movement. The real "little sequence" finally begins.
In the silence, the sound of the piano suddenly sounded clear and deep, and the fiery and decisive thoughts emerged from it, striking in everyone's heart.
They echo in the air, invisible and qualityless, but with a soul-stirring power. Wherever he passed, all the ghosts and ghosts were overwhelmed by the majestic and cold aura!
This is by no means a physical interference, but purely a spiritual resonance.
The sound of the piano was sparse, but it drowned out all the evil spirits and monsters. The resentment lodged in the ether was easily washed away. Those so-called resentments, unwillingness and bitterness are nothing in front of the fierce will in the sound of the piano.
It was like a tide was sweeping in, breaking down the fortress on the sand, and it collapsed like a joke.
collapse!
Ku Lie's persistent will turned into a sharp blade, blended into the sound of the piano, and swept in all directions. The invisible ghosts frozen in the white mist trembled, silently collapsed, and fell apart.
Only white ashes were scattered on the ground.
Those remaining resentments flowed out, like a sea tide, pouring back towards the hag's fragile reason!
For a moment, her cloudy pupils widened.
On her aging limbs, the notes of "Dikuri Che" collapsed silently, like rags frozen in the ice.
Immediately afterwards, crazy resentment pulled at her and swallowed up her last will.
…
It was like being thrown into an endless abyss in an instant.
Eyes can't see, ears can't hear, smell can't smell, touch can't feel...
The cruel music of the piano stripped her senses away from him time and time again, and in the end, only a rickety soul remained that fell into the abyss in despair.
Falling, endless falling, endless falling.
Unprecedented loneliness swept through his will, causing her to whine, but she couldn't even confirm whether she could still make a sound. Until finally, he saw a moonlight jumping out of the abyss.
In the shackles of near-eternal loneliness, everything loses its meaning. Even living has turned into a long nightmare.
In the abyss with no time to refer to, this nightmare seemed to be eternal and endless, shackling her for thousands of years, but what she really felt and touched was only a moment when she couldn't even move her will.
A moment later, the ghost woman was still standing there, unable to move.
Bang!
The sound of firecrackers being thrown into the ditch sounded.
A subtle popping sound came from inside her skull, as if some fragile and soft tissue had ruptured. Black and purple bruises gurgled from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, and eardrums.
But she finally broke free from the nightmare.
In these last moments, I stared blankly at the shadow behind the young man, crying and laughing at the same time:
"You're actually...still here...the white-haired monster, it's you!"
Her voice was full of astonishment: "Why are you here?"
In that look, there was a faint hint of vicious ridicule and heartfelt fear. But this was just the last moment of her return to light. Her eyes dimmed and she fell to the ground.
Gurgling blood flowed from her body, gathered into a pool of blood, and seeped into the cracks in the stone slab.
…
The sonorous sound of the piano still echoed in the narrow space, spreading in all directions as the alley extended, and the gradually dissipating sound blended into the stones, water and wind.
At that moment, everyone in the entire lower city of Avalon heard the faint sound in their sleep. The sonorous sound of the piano, like the interlacing of gold and iron, blended into the dream, changing the dream.
So, they saw the surging tide coming from nowhere in this dark night.
In the midst of the endless ocean tide, a silver-white moon rises from the end of the sky. The moonlight shines everywhere, spreading its brilliance to the world kindly and fairly.
The bright moon rises over the sea!
At this moment, everything in the sky and on the earth is filled with moonlight!
…
After an unknown amount of time, the strings began to collapse.
The ether that condensed into substance lost its form again and turned into silver mist. The mist quickly dissipated in the mist, reflecting the looming shadow.
Like a mirage cast from a very far distance, his figure was blurred and his face was blank. But when he stared at the young man in front of him, his eyes were filled with tenderness and pity.
He stroked the boy's white hair, as if he wanted to touch him through the fog of nothingness, but he was unable to do anything.
Until the end, Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from that selfless state, but only remembered seeing his last shadow.
He gradually moved away, about to dissipate with the mist. When he noticed the young man's stunned gaze, he stopped and turned his head slightly. The corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling vaguely, but he couldn't see clearly.
"Ye Zi, solve that mystery."
He opened and closed his lips silently: "Go to the end of that dream."
The mist rippled for a moment and disappeared without a trace.
Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the place where he once existed. He wanted to say something, but it was too late.
He felt like he was seeing a hallucination, but that feeling was clearly real. The man is back. He came here because of the call of the piano. After staying briefly, he left helplessly.
He beat the wall angrily, as if to vent his sadness and powerlessness: If he had woken up earlier, would he have had time to say something to him.
He didn't know what to say, maybe it was a curse, maybe it was an accusation... But why did you leave so quickly
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head in annoyance and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if to get rid of the sour and bitter feeling lingering there.
Only then did he see the girl's eyes slowly opening, as if she had awakened from a long dream. She opened her tired eyes and stared at the boy in front of her, trying to determine whether he was him. hallucination.
"you're awake?"
Ye Qingxuan wanted to pull her up, but he felt pain all over his body, as if he had been hit by stones. But it was only then that he discovered that his broken finger bones had been put back together again at some point.
The fingers are still swollen and black, but they are no longer completely necrotic. Maybe they can return to their former flexibility after applying medicine. Ye Qingxuan tried to bend his joints, and when he found his fingers moving, he laughed happily.
"Let's go."
Ye Qingxuan said: "We should go back."
Bai Xi looked at him blankly, and after a long time, she pulled his sleeves and got up from the ground. She seemed to be extremely tired and had no energy to speak anymore. But at this time, she became well-behaved. She didn't act up, run around, or be disobedient.
She held Ye Qingxuan's sleeve obediently, quietly, like all little girls. Sometimes she would look up at Ye Qingxuan's profile, her eyes confused and complicated. Sometimes she would speak, as if she was extremely sleepy, her voice weak and dazed: "... I just had a nightmare."
"The nightmare is over."
Ye Qingxuan said: "Those bad things are limited. Once they are done, they will no longer exist."
"Really?"
"Really." Ye Qingxuan rubbed her hair: "I won't lie to you."
Bai Xi raised his head and looked into his eyes: "Then if I lie, will you be angry?"
"No, it doesn't matter even if you lie to me again..."
Ye Qingxuan held her hand and suddenly said softly:
"Thank you, Bai Xi."
Bai Xi was stunned. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say anything. After a long time, she lowered her head and said "Oh" and then became silent again.
Seeing the way she wanted to say something but was embarrassed to say it, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.
He was really cold, hungry, and sleepy now. His body felt like it was being torn apart and he was in unbearable pain. But none of that stuff matters anymore.
At least he must take Bai Xi out of here first and go to a place outside hell.
"From now on, there will be a new life waiting for you."