Silent Crown Chapter 357: The dead

　　 "Torre, save..."

　　 Glenn rushed out of the corpse and fell to the ground, screaming and reaching out for help. But the giant corpse suddenly bent over, swallowed him again, chewing frantically.

　　 After a few crisp noises, the dull screams disappeared without a trace, and only the curved sword came out from the mouth and hung on the face like a strange hair.

　　 Casper bared his teeth, his body was tight, his hair was erect, and he was eager to pounce on it.

　　 But Torre grabbed him, turned and left without hesitation.

　　 Fighting with this group of monsters in such a ghost place, no one knows what will happen next, he has clearly noticed that there are many strange etheric fluctuations around him approaching him.

　　 Just at the corner ahead, a faint etheric wave suddenly appeared.

　　 Torre's footsteps kept on, but the voice suddenly changed to soft, silent chanting in his mouth, playing silent music in the silence, the music theory structure in his hands, ready to go.

　　 just momentarily, the two figures met at the corner, and a cold light flashed in Torre's eyes, but the person who came jumped back a big step, raising his hand to block in front of him.

　　 "Wait!"

　　 After seeing the Torre brothers, the white-haired young man let go: "Torre, it's me, Ye..."

　　Toré did not hesitate to move, pressing the palm of his hand, and the figure of the visitor suddenly stopped, and the skin was red as if blood was boiling, and his face was distorted. Immediately afterwards, the invisible giant mouth fell down, bite into pieces, and flew into flesh and blood.

　　 Soon, the flesh and blood dissipated without a trace, just a phantom.

　　 Not far away, Ye Qingxuan's figure was revealed again, watching them guardedly: "You guys are really doing it! It's me, Torre, what's wrong with you?"

　　 Torre squinted his eyes, looked at him for a long time, and his tight body finally relaxed.

　　 "Sorry, I was so nervous, I thought you were disguised by the enemy."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched. Sigh helplessly: "Forget it, this kind of thing is inevitable. What are you going to do next?"

　　 "Let’s find other people first. When most people gather together, they will definitely be more survivable."

　　 Torre said: "I don't know what happened to the masters."

　　"I'm afraid we can't control the affairs of the masters." Ye Qingxuan followed Torrey in front: "I didn't expect the black musicians to be so courageous. Actually..."

　　嘭!

　　 Behind him, Casper violently rises, with layers of huge mouth covering Ye Qingxuan's back. Ye Qingxuan's expression changed, and he wanted to roll forward, only to find that his feet seemed to be welded to the ground. The air around him was like a lock, holding him tightly.

　　 The next moment, the plasma flew.

　　 The phantom dissipated, and an empty-faced hideous head rolled to the ground.

　　 Torre stomped his head expressionlessly, and just said lightly: "Is this kind of tricks in front of the discipline musicians, you look down on people too much, right?"

　　 In the silence, behind the corner not far away, someone coughed softly.

　　 "That..."

　　In the sharp eyes of the two, a white-haired young man walked out from behind, holding his hands high. Complex expression: "I said I am true, do you believe it?"

　　"……"

　　Torre was sluggish for a moment, and took a look at Casper. Casper was still as it was. After a glance at Ye Qingxuan, he withdrew his gaze and continued to lower his head.

　　 Kasper has never relied on face, temperament, feeling or breath or fluctuations in identifying people. Wild beasts only look at beasts. As far as the results of beastness inheritance are concerned, they are born to sniff the beastness hidden in the human heart, and there is almost no disguise that can escape its eyes.

　　 Seeing Casper's reaction like this, Torre let out a faint sigh of relief.

　　 "It's true."

　　 "Then I come here?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan took a step here carefully. After taking another step, he thought for a while, backed back to his original position, and smiled awkwardly: "Let’s keep it like this, it’s easy for everyone to escape."

　　"……"

　　 Torre was speechless. In the end, I can only sigh: "Whatever you like. Do you have any comments?"

　　"Just as you discussed with the previous ‘brother copycat’. First meet with other people and at least figure out what’s going on."

　　Mercury line of thought spread out from the boy's body, merged into the red wind of hell, and drifted around.

　　 At the same time, his expression suddenly stagnated. Turning back, looking at the burning house that was mostly collapsed, the smile on his face stiffened.

　　 Torre looked along, but couldn't sense the breath of living creatures.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　"……"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Can you let your brother help and raise the wall?"

　　Torre glanced at Casper, and Casper let out a low growl. The wall was turned over by an inexplicable force, like an invisible behemoth, and the flame went out.

　　 The corpse underneath is revealed.

　　 Torrey saw the corpse’s clothes, and immediately understood something, his eyes drooping.

　　 Ye Qingxuan bends over and removes the dust from the face of the deceased. The face of the deceased is hideous, as if he has been betrayed by an incredible, full of anger.

　　 "It turned out to be you."

　　 Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, sighed sadly, and placed a holy emblem on the palm of the deceased, causing him to tighten his five fingers and hold it firmly. Thus, in the ashes, the deceased's angry expression faded, and his eyes closed.

　　"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil."

　　 Ye Qingxuan glanced at him one last time: "Goodbye."

　　 The figure was asleep in the fire, blurred, and the sound of the flame was blurred, as if saying goodbye.

　　 After a long time, there was no more sound.

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　　In the thirsty sleep, a sweet liquid spilled on the face and into the dry and cracked lips.

　　Samuel moaned hoarsely, subconsciously rushing to the water droplets that fell on the corner of his mouth, but there was a cold iron smell that filled his mouth.

　　 That's blood.

　　 He woke up from his dream and saw the burning town.

　　 Miller carried him on his back, still looking thin, but a deep blue faintly revealed under his skin, like steel covered with leather.

　　 "Are you awake?" Miller smiled bitterly: "I thought you would sleep for more than half a year."

　　, Miller gave him the medicine again, hesitated, took out another tube of injection and injected him. He was finally awake now, swept away his malaise and energetic, even the cracked scorch marks on his face once again revealed a faint fire.

　　 He slept for so many days as soon as he slept, if it weren't for the black musician attack. I'm afraid I'm still lying in the church of the Order to recuperate. When the attack first started, the church was the first to be destroyed.

　　 Miller rushed into the burning church and forced out Samuel, who was still hanging the potion, and fled all the way to the present.

　　 When Barlow found him. He was surrounded by a group of demons, and a little later, maybe he would feed the demons with the unconscious Samuel.

　　 Barlow’s place has gathered many musicians along the way. There are more or less thirty musicians who look more embarrassed than the other, without the usual demeanor and reservedness. To be like a group of wandering beggars.

　　Baluo also broke a hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person was muttering something like crazy. Forcibly urging too much animality, he was about to overwhelm his reason.

　　 But the closer you get to madness, the stronger the summoning musician will be!

　　Especially, he dominates the phantom beasts with the heart sound of "tiger bones", forcibly suppressing the beasts that broke out, and fiercely maintaining the boundary of rational collapse.

　　 Around him, those invisible Fei Lian swelled several times, exuding a killing intent that was so strong as to be true. Even the kind of stitched giant corpse that appeared recently can only be torn apart by the group of violent Eudemons.

　　 "Since the masters are all missing now, where are we going?"

　　Samuel learned about the situation. Looking at Barlow who led the way, "I can't rush out. This is the dark sky curtain evolved by the saints in the black musicians with a scepter. I am afraid that they want to kill us all. What's more..."

　　 He smiled bitterly at the high wall that pierced into the sky in the distance. I am afraid that when the countries built this wall to isolate the plague, they did not expect that one day they would trap all the elites of the new generation of musicians. Inside?

　　 "Go north."

　　 Barlow wiped blood from his face, his voice hoarse: "Go to Fengxue Hotel first. I came from there, and there is a master sitting there."

　　"Master! Which master?"

　　 When everyone heard the words, their eyes lit up. Asked one after another.

　　After inquiring about the details, everyone's morale was greatly boosted, and even the effect of the movement was much stronger.

　　 "Everyone, be careful not to attract any monsters." Miller sighed: "It's better to save energy. I feel that I have felt my physique begin to decay. The dark sky is suppressing us."

　　 as a chanter. He is undoubtedly the person who knows his physical condition best, and he can naturally perceive the silent erosion of the dark sky. The suppression of power is relatively good, but the power of the dark sky curtain directly affects the spirit. If you don't pay attention to it for a long time, I am afraid that it will be transformed into a monster without knowing it.

As soon as 　　 said a word, everyone was awakened. After a brief gasp, he was ready to head north, but Samuel remained motionless, just sitting on the ground, looking at Barlow's back.

　　 "Barlow, where did you go?"

　　Samuel’s voice was hoarse, but what he could say caused an uproar in the crowd.

　　 Barlow looked back at him, frowning: "What are you talking about?"

　　Samuel’s expression remained unchanged, just asking:

　　 "I said, where did Barlow go?"

　　 There was silence, only the sound of flames burning and buildings collapsing in the distance.

　　Samuel looked at Barlow coldly, until after a long time, Barlow laughed softly, the bloodshot eyes disappeared.

　　 "I thought I was perfect." He sighed, "What's wrong?"

　　 "Nothing wrong~ IndoMTL.com~ You played very well."

　　Samuel coughed violently, coughing up **** sputum, his voice hoarse:

　　"Barlow is a paranoid **** who likes to bully, keeps vengeance, is careful and nervous, and never puts people weaker than himself in his eyes... So, never once, I heard from his mouth, "Everyone 'This word, let alone helped so many people along the way.

　　——Where did he have you so "kind"? "

　　 When talking about the two words “kindness”, Samuel’s eyes were dazzling like a scorching sun, and blood was lit up like lava in the scorched cracks on his face: "I’ll ask again, Barlow, where did I go!"

　　 "So in your heart, is he such a person?"

　　'Baluo' sighed, "If he can hear you, he must be very sad, right? His last words before he died were: Samuel, you finally woke up, it's great... …

　　 When I killed him, he thought he was dreaming. "

　　"Master...what about the master!" Someone in the crowd was about to collapse: "Where is the master!"

　　 Until now, Miller finally reacted: This old friend next to him, I am afraid that someone has been replaced by a demon. As a result, a ray of redness appeared on the iron-green complexion, as if blood was boiling.

　　Master? Where there are any masters, there is probably only one trap that has been prepared for a long time! What could be easier and simpler than letting the prey throw themselves into the net? (To be continued.)