Silent Crown Chapter 11: Fighting the fire

　　"Can we not destroy the instrument?"

　　" The resonance connection between the instrument and the musician is even closer than that between husband and wife or blood. If he senses damage to the instrument, we will lose the initiative. Because he is either fleeing or making large-scale donations on the spot. Sacrifice, force a hard attack, we are powerless."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's heart moved: "We only need..."

　　 "Impossible." The wolf flute penetrated the fluke in his heart: "You haven't seen the sacrifice with your own eyes, so you don't understand. As long as the black musician only needs to play and sing the praise of the evil god, it is enough to attract the eyes of the evil god. .

　　 The sound of praise will cover the entire town, and everyone can only watch their own blood seep out from under the skin and converge into a river on the ground. All life will be taken away by the palm of the abyss. This process can even take as long as three hours, because the musician's performance is only the keynote, and the wailing of the sacrifice is the subject of the praise.

　　 This is the most annoying thing about cultists: even if it is easy to kill him, it is difficult to stop him from fighting back.

　　 However, the Hundred Eyes are not a generous god, and sacrifice is also a strong torture for the musicians themselves. Unless the price is too great for him to bear. Otherwise he would not use it so easily. "

　　 After hearing the wolf flute, the fluke in Ye Qingxuan's eyes went out little by little, and finally fell silent.

　　 "So, must, must this be done?"

　　"This is the best way at the moment." Wolf flute said: "Ye, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything."

　　 "Where is the town's guard? Isn't there still..."

　　"For musicians, the number of ordinary people is meaningless. Even if you call them, it will only increase casualties."

　　 The wolf flute’s eyes were cold: "Sorry, I brought him here, so I can’t let his destruction continue. I have a more important mission to continue. If it can’t be done, the dead will It is dozens of times, even a hundred times more than this small town."

　　 In the silence, he turned his head and stared at Vito.

　　 Vito's complexion gradually paled.

　　 "Sorry, although I don't know you, I can only delegate this task to you. This is not a forced recruitment based on the Musician Act, but I hope you can understand the truth."

　　He reached out and pressed Vito's shoulder: "This is my personal request, bye..."

　　 His words stopped abruptly, because the palm of his hand did not fall, but was clamped by the outstretched palm next to him, unable to move.

　　 He never thought that the eastern boy’s arms had such a strong force, like iron tongs.

　　 Vito was stunned, the wolf flute turned his head in astonishment, and saw the young man bowing his head.

　　"Ye, not now..."

　　Wolf flute wanted to say something, but saw the boy raising his head. His white hair was shining like metal in the candlelight, but his pupils were pitch black.

　　 "I will go."

　　 Ye Qingxuan said softly: "Master Bu Yu has seen me. I have a musical instrument, he will not doubt it."

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　　 When Ye Qingxuan walked out of the room, he saw the silent priest at the end of the corridor. The priest stared at him quietly, with complicated eyes.

　　 Ye Qingxuan lowered his head in silence, and when he walked past him, he said softly: "I have disappointed you, Father. I am probably not born to be a priest."

Father 　　 was silent, letting him carry the black box and push through the door of the church and leave. The big yellow dog didn't know what happened, and happily followed him away.

　　 Soon, Wolfflute pushed the wheelchair out of the room lamely.

　　"This is a call for musicians. I can't say anything, but I hope you understand."

　　 Father Bann suddenly whispered: "I’m telling you in the name of the representative of the Order that if something happens to him and you are still alive, you will pay for your mistakes."

　　 "He will come back alive." The wolf flute whispered, "Even if I die."

　　, he glanced at the night outside the church door, couldn't help sighing, and continued to push the wheelchair lamely toward the predetermined location.

　　 is just in his head, but it still haunts the expression of the boy when he said that sentence: solemn and peaceful, and with what he can't even notice...laugh?

　　 so carelessly, like a smile of moths jumping on the flames...

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　　 Since escaping at dusk, Ye Qingxuan was in a coma for an hour, and when he returned to the street, it was already late at night.

　　 The night is thick, and the quiet town is dark and there are no pedestrians.

　　 Ye Qingxuan walked alone on the street, hearing the brisk footsteps of a big yellow dog behind him. Old Fei followed Ye Qingxuan, looking up at him, his eyes still disdainful, and he couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

　　 Now seeing Lao Fei staring so sharply, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt relieved.

　　 After so many years, I came to this city far away from Avalon. Everything is different, but it stays with itself, and it doesn’t care if this'little brother' is wasteful and lazy, and often catches some dead mice. eat by yourself. It is really comforting and warm.

　　 "Old Fei, go back."

　　 Ye Qingxuan squatted down, touched his collar, and said softly, "Thank you for being with me for so many years."

　　 Old Fei tilted his head and looked at him as if he didn't understand. After a long time, he stretched out his paw, put it on his shoulder, and slapped it twice. It's this signature encouragement action again, I really don't know where he learned it from.

　　"Wang~"

　　 It yelled, opened its mouth wide and yawned, then turned and left, turned around at the end of the street, glanced at him, and walked home.

　　 Under the moonlight, Ye Qingxuan watched Old Fei walk away, lowered his head, untied the silver rope on the black box, and tore off the seal.

　　 Then, the cold river water emerged from the cracks in the box, dripping on the ground, leaving a wet trail. The etheric cord made by the wolf flute seals the resonance of the instrument. But now as the rope untied, it began to tremble again, calling for the master to come.

　　 Ye Qingxuan waited quietly, recalling the sound of the wolf flute.

　　"Buyu is not a hard-to-find singer, nor is he a gifted talent. I don’t know how deep his study of runes is, but I can be sure that most of his abilities are in the instrument Above.

　　 So, as long as you bring it, Master Buyu will throw a rat avoidance device and dare not use methods that are too harmful to you. This is our opportunity. But you have to be careful, the Hundred Eyes often give his attendants some strange abilities and props. "

　　The wolf flute stroked the clarinet on his lap, with cold eyes: "Your task is to draw him out. Once he appears, he will completely destroy the instrument and then leave quickly.

　　 I will follow you in the dark and leave the task of dealing with him to me. "

　　 Ye Qingxuan remembered silently, making sure that he didn't miss anything.

　　 In the silence, he heard the sound of the ocean tide coming from a distance, like fear in his heart, they agitated, swaying and shaking in the small cavity.

　　 So he heard the sound of his heartbeat, which was chaotic, panicked, and trembling.

　　If he died, would the priest be sad? He is a qualified raiser. Adopted himself and condoned his rebelliousness, for so many years... and Old Fei, and Vito.

　　 Will they all be well in the future?

　　 Ye Qingxuan's thoughts suddenly stopped and stopped imagining.

　　 because he finally heard footsteps coming from a distance, so low, so silent.

　　 "He is here."

　　 Ye Qingxuan turned around and stared at the sound, talking to himself, but suddenly he was no longer afraid.

　　 It is clear that all the lungs and internal organs are filled with fear and anxiety, but the heart suddenly calms down, and the blood is flowing, like a snowy river flowing in a glacier, so quiet and peaceful.

　　——This is probably yourself, right?

　　 "Come on then."

　　 he said softly.

No matter whether it is a musician, a monster, or a destiny.

　　 I will not be afraid.

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　　 In the silence, the moonlight flows silently.

　　Under the brightness, someone walked heavily from the darkness.

　　 It seems that he is carrying something on his back, and it is also like being seriously injured. His feet are staggering, dragging his body forward and moving hard.

　　He walked under the moonlight and looked up stiffly. After seeing Ye Qingxuan, his mouth showed a smile, and the axe dragged on the ground also happily shot out sparks.

　　He is here!

　　 "Not right."

　　 Ye Qingxuan suddenly heard a voice in his heart: "This is not right..."

　　The faintly familiar shadow wears a gray leather coat, and his face is shrouded in the darkness of his hood, but the axe in his hand reflects the moonlight

　　 The heavy cutting axe drew a spark on the ground, and then was lifted up high, as if to chop the light of the waning moon. Immediately afterwards, he rushed over, fast and yelling frantically.

　　 "No!" Ye Qingxuan suddenly woke up.

　　 But it's too late.

　　 The desolate flute suddenly sounded, like an eagle rushing into the sky, raising, raising, raising!

　　 It whirled up with a precarious tune, then fell from the sky, swept the earth, and the earth began to tremble. The sound of the flute swayed like a ghost, calling out.

　　 Then the dust fluttered up, wrapped in moonlight, trembling, becoming blurred, and immediately showed a concrete form...It walked on the ground, and its silver-white hair fluttered in the tidal wind, like moonlight rushing.

　　 a sharp long howl burst from its mouth, and it jumped up from the ground, revealing a huge figure as tall as a person in the air. That is a huge...Jackal? !

　　 With the call, several giant wolves like it jumped off the eaves and walls. The speed was as fast as a silver trajectory circling in the fog, and in just a moment, he had already come to the man and shattered the sharp axe in his hand.

　　The axe made of fine iron is deformed like mud under the kiss of the wolf~IndoMTL.com~ It broke into two pieces and fell apart! At the same time, his legs were also shattered, and the wolves rushed forward, as if they were about to divide him completely, but they stopped abruptly at the last moment.

　　 "Wolf flute, stop!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan shouted: "He is not a Bu Yu teacher."

　　 The pack of wolves stopped instantly as if frozen. They stared at the person in the pool of blood on the ground, then looked back at him. In an instant, dozens of turquoise eyes stared at him, and the pure animal eyes made him shudder.

　　 He suppressed the great fear, walked into the pool of blood, pulled off the hood in the pool of blood, and then froze.

　　The person who came can never be a Bu Yu teacher.

　　 Under the moonlight, he knew that ugly and puffy face!

　　 This man is clearly Pippen, the lumberjack of the town! He looks ugly because of a serious illness when he was young. Although he was drunk, he always drank until he was unconscious. But he is a very good person who has helped many stray children. Because he was terrified by others, he lived in a wooden house on the edge of the town, with only stray cats accompanying him.

　　 But why does he come here?

　　Why do you raise your weapon to yourself?

　　 Just before he was surprised, he saw Pippen’s pupils suddenly moved, and a black spot was clearly spreading in those eyes that turned white.

　　 Pippen, he... laughed? !

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