Even if the Holy Cauldron and the Hundred-Eyed One collide, the Silent Moon can balance the power of both parties again and return them to nothingness, let alone the competition between Schubert and the Rotten Black Branch
After getting used to betting on everything and leveraging the overall situation, Ye Qingxuan felt for the first time that the Distortion Level was so powerless.
The moonlight only lasted for a moment and then went out.
But the timing was amazing.
Just like two high-speed carriages, after they stop the moment before the collision, the remaining hurricane is nothing to worry about. And when the hurricane arrives, the "coachman" of the carriage has to pay the price for his speeding.
What's more, there is this guy Ye Qingxuan who is causing trouble...
If both parties were living creatures, Ye Qingxuan would definitely not dare to play like this, but the situation is different now. No matter how complicated the music theory is, it will always lose its flexibility if no one is operating it.
What's more, Ye Qingxuan also has a powerful weapon like Silent Moon's Balance Music Theory...
The moment he stopped his hand, the forcibly terminated chain reaction brought about terrible backlash. Violent turbulence spread from the elements on both sides.
In just an instant, violent backlash burst out from every branch of Music Theory.
The stick of destiny pressed down, like holding an iron rod and striking hard, causing all the music to wail and tremble, almost falling apart.
The rotten black tree was instantly ejected from its body and fell to the ground. On the black branches, which seemed to condense the original darkness of the universe, the flowers withered and fell piece by piece.
The dead branches fell to the ground, and there was an echo of steel.
In the echo, its shape could no longer be maintained, and it quietly collapsed, turning into a handful of fine powder, with its power greatly reduced.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't care less about his heartache. Then, he heard the deep echo coming from the old nun's body.
It was the cry of the reins breaking and the driver being crushed under the wheels.
In an instant, the black lines formed by countless alchemical matrices quietly collapsed on the old nun's body, and blood seeped out from the pores.
The shackles set by the cult completely fell apart in this collision.
After losing its shackles, Schubert's scepter seemed to have lost the power it relied on. The light quickly disappeared. The last ray of light instinctively swept away the abyss residue in the nun's body, and also cured the thousand-scarred body. A body full of holes.
Then, it slowly and feebly sank into the fire of consciousness and disappeared.
In a daze, Ye Qingxuan felt that subtle fire of consciousness gradually rekindled. As the ladder continued, he seemed to see countless phantoms flashing in front of him.
Church, sacred texts, children, nuns, children, icons, prayers, children... Countless intricate memories flashed before my eyes, and in an instant they returned to the fire of consciousness.
In just a short moment, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have an overview of the old nun's life, but the fleeting light was so fast that he didn't have time to see anything clearly.
After a long period of silence, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, looked at the still unconscious old nun, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Big loss this time.
He carefully collected the scraps of the poisonous plants and put them in a small paper bag, sealing them layer by layer to make sure not a single remnant was left out.
Even if it has been shattered, it is still an excellent curse medium. It only takes one pill to turn a painless curse into a lifelong nightmare.
Those of the Damned who are immersed in the negative realms of the Psalm and Revelation factions will surely enjoy it as much as it pleases. What's more, the power remaining in it is more than that.
Even if the waste is recycled, it still has great value.
But compared with what was gained, what was lost... was simply a loss of blood!
A poisonous plant that can kill the Pope, coupled with the risk of his life and the price he paid, all he got in exchange was an old nun who lost all his strength, and temporarily lost Schubert's asylum, and she no longer had anyone to live with. A life-saving amulet in the ruins.
Under his own conspiracy, Schubert's scepter has been severely damaged. Even if it can be extracted from the old nun's consciousness later, it will take a lot of effort, not to mention the various risks in the process. and unpredictable changes.
Who knows what will happen next...
It's like using most of your net worth to make a risky investment. There may be a tenfold return in the future, but there is also a tenfold chance that you will lose everything.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile wryly at himself.
"I must be crazy..."
Beside him, Oden sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said a thousand words into one sentence: "You are a good person."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time.
He really doesn't know if he can be considered a good person.
At best, he can only be regarded as a hypocrite... But there is nothing wrong with being a hypocrite, at least he can feel at ease.
"I'm going to sleep first. Call me when she wakes up."
He shook his head, feeling a splitting headache.
It was midnight, and there was still a long time left in the night.
I hope the dream will not be too long.
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In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of heavy rain and the cries of children.
The sound of sobbing sounded like water dripping from the wall and falling into the pool.
The cold wind blew in from the corner, like a mocking chuckle.
"Mommy, I'm cold."
Like a child sobbing softly.
"Kids, pray."
In the darkness, someone hugged them, stroked their wet hair, and murmured hoarsely: "The pain will eventually pass. As long as we pray, one day, the gods will show mercy and save us from despair."
The faint sound of prayer lingered in my ears.
But those breathing sounds are getting weaker and weaker, and are about to be extinguished.
In the long silence, someone asked softly:
"Mom, does God... really love us?"
No one responded.
Some water drops fell on the ground and merged into the water pool, but the temperature was completely different from other water droplets.
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Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and saw the cracked ceiling.
The fire in the corner was burning vigorously, but for some reason, the chill in the dream came to reality, making it impossible for him to fall asleep again.
After a long time, a clear voice sounded.
Outside the door, Mabel knocked on the bare door frame: "Something happened."
Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground:
"I'll come right away."
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In the corner of the hall, there is a simple stone bed. The old nun's breathing is rapid and sweat is flowing from her forehead, as if she is terminally ill.
"What's going on?" Ye Qingxuan put on his robe and squeezed in.
The master of the Psalm faction checked her body and replied calmly: "It's normal. Her consciousness is being reorganized... Just like a person trying to crawl out of the mire, it will take some time and some effort."
"What if I can't climb out?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"If you can't crawl out, just keep sleeping like this."
The master shook his head and looked at the scars on her hands: "I don't think she will be happy when she wakes up."
"It's better to die than live."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "Give her whatever medicine you can. In a ghost place like Guixu, taking care of a vegetative person is more troublesome than taking care of an ordinary person."
The master of the Psalm faction looked to the side. The one-legged man next to him shook his head: "There is no medicine that can help with matters of consciousness. She can only rely on herself."
The master from the school of psychology made an assertion, which gave Ye Qingxuan a headache: "Can you help me?"
"It's hard."
The one-legged man hesitated: "Her consciousness is too weak. If I intervene, she will be infected by my music theory... I can reshape a blank personality, but you will get nothing."