Silent Crown Chapter 114: Report your name

Ye Qingxuan's heart is already full of anger at this moment. Net

Regardless of the news that he has the Avalon key on his body, the fact that the Rossi family wants to kill him after repeated persecution of him has made his eyes cold.

It seems that those guys still want to push themselves to death...

He did not remain silent for too long, and asked again:

"What's the matter with the butcher?"

His tone of anger was implied, which made the Rat King misunderstand something, and hurriedly shouted: "It's all caused by the'Professor'! I swear, it has nothing to do with me. I only want the corpse of the Oriental imp That's it, but that **** hired a butcher, and made the matter completely uproar

As a result, everyone flies and fights, and no one gets the benefit! "

"Oh? Professor..."

Ye Qingxuan chewed the name, and couldn't help but recall the monster that brought him overwhelming fear that day, and the shadow that was shrouded in black robe beside him.

He is also a musician.

He quickly thought about all the connections in his mind, but he felt that there were still important clues hidden in the fog. Unable to chain into a line.

"If you want to find a way of blood, let's do it as soon as possible..."

The Rat King’s voice was a little gloating: "We just received news yesterday that the shaman has returned.

He hates black musicians the most. After he takes power, all those who violate the rules will be hanged or immersed in the quagmire.

At that time, you will have a hard time moving in Xiacheng. "

The Rat King paused. When the name was mentioned, a strong jealousy flashed in his eyes: "Now, I'm afraid other people are also starting to panic?"

"You are so afraid of him?" Sombra's tone was slightly mocking.

"You don't understand. You are an outsider, you don't understand."

The Rat King’s expression is bitter: "The shaman is more than a legend, he is an era in the Xiacheng district. Do you understand? He is the dark king of the past era...

When the shaman's power was the greatest, he passed through the lower city of Avalon and controlled half of the dark world of Anglo. All people dream of wanting to kneel down in front of the shaman. Kiss his ring and be loyal to him.

Even the nobles can't help him. All his loyal dogs are in the police station. If the royal family wants to wear silk pajamas, they have to discuss with him. He once became the King of Shadows of Angelu!

Some people say that he even saw the pope...

If it wasn't for his strange disappearance later, I am afraid that Xiacheng still belongs to him now. "

His eyes were full of unwillingness: "For him, those of us are just rats gnawing on his leftovers.

Even if the times have changed, as long as he raises his arms, he still doesn't know how many people want to follow him. If he does come back, everyone must kill him completely before he takes control of the situation..."

"He was not pursued by a royal musician. Did he escape?"

"The Royal Musician? The Royal Musician was originally his partner! Without that guy's black money, how could the Royal Musicians live a lavish life?!"

Ye Qingxuan was silent. He didn't expect that the shaman's power would have been so great.

He is fortunate that the legendary Dark King is still regaining his rights in Moutu, and has not turned his attention to King Arthur’s treasure...

"Last question."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, "Do you know who the'old ghost' is?"

"Old ghost?" The Rat King couldn't help but want to laugh: "Are you kidding me? Xiacheng is called this nickname, there is no one thousand and eight hundred, how do I know which one you are talking about?!"

"Really? That would be a shame."

A trace of regret flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, and he withdrew his gaze from him.

"You can go now." He turned around. Waved coldly: "I'm not interested in you anymore."

The Rat King was taken aback, a little unbelievable, and then ecstatic. He didn't expect this guy to really keep his promise.

But obviously he can survive, but what's the matter with this unprecedented sense of humiliation?

He could feel the gaze that the shadow finally fell on him.

Indifferent, contemptuous, and compassionate.

It's like looking at a fly, bug, or other trivial thing.

For him, is he the kind of mouse that can be trampled to death at any time after being bored? ! Even his life is disdainful and taken away...

You will regret it!

He snarled wildly in his heart: You will regret it...

He crawled back out on hands and feet, and stood up under the support of his hands. The whole body was on guard, backed away and left.

When you step out of the gate of the cemetery. He looked back at his back again.

Under the pale moonlight, the dark shadow stood in the cemetery. Staring down at a tombstone. It's like blending with the darkness in the entire cemetery.

Behind him, the moonlight cast a sharp shadow, dancing like a monster, extremely hideous.

The Rat King looked at the unsuspecting shadow and hesitated for a while, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly replaced by intense fear and fear.

He gave up the idea of ​​assault.

"Who on earth are you...?!"

He asked hoarsely: "Tell me your name! I want to know your name!"

Hearing his voice, the shadow in the darkness turned his head and looked at him coldly. The look in the darkness made his hair horrified.

It's like looking at whether the mouse in front of him is qualified to make himself a name, full of arrogance and indifference.

Don't say a word.

The Rat King's complexion flushed, he turned around in shame, and left. But I heard a voice coming from behind.

"You can call me Sherlock."

In the darkness, the young man who was actually racking his brains to fabricate a false name looked down and saw the tombstone at his feet, so he brightened his eyes and reported the name on the tombstone.

He said:

"——My name is Sherlock Holmes."

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After the Rat King left for a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't hold it anymore, and sat down on the tombstone, gasping for breath.

If the Rat King walks for a few minutes at night, he will really collapse to the ground. The higher the order, he started the dark movement, making his whole person's sanity almost collapsed.

Aside. Bai Xi hurriedly handed over a tube of green potion and restored the potion well. Ye Qingxuan didn't have the time to ask her exactly how she got here, and looked up and drank the potion. After breathing for a long time, I felt my sanity slowly recovering.

He recovered. Bai Xi was embarrassed next to him, and tried to escape, but unexpectedly he pressed a palm on his shoulder.

"Good evening, friends. Do you want to play games with your uncle?"

The boy's grotesque voice sounded from her ears: "Uncle here is a fun game..."

Bai Xi had a bitter cold: "You, don't come over!"

"Why? Do you know you are afraid now?"

Ye Qingxuan asked: "Then why are you running out in the middle of the night?"

"I, I am not Bai Xi!"

The little girl covered her face: "You have admitted the wrong person, my name is John! Uh, John Watson..."

"The name came up pretty quickly?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneered, "Do you want to add another middle name? For example, ‘h’ or something?"

"My parents can afford names, so how can I change my name?"

"Hehe." Ye Qingxuan stretched out her hand and pinched her face: "You're pulling again? Are you pulling again?"

"I was wrong! Cousin, I was wrong! I just want to help..."

Looking at her, she suddenly became behaved again. Putting his hands together, begging for mercy, and blinking at him, Ye Qingxuan felt that he couldn't get angry.

He sighed and stretched out his hand: "Something, bring it."

"What? What?" Bai Xi showed a blank look in his eyes: "I don't know anything!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, reached into her pocket, took out a palm-sized calfskin notebook, and shook it in front of her:

"Are you brave enough to be held on your head with a crossbow, don't you forget to return to your old business?

Who promised me not to steal anything in the future? "

"I call it evil to control evil! Who made his posture so punctual?"

Bai Xi looked away with a guilty conscience. Whistling, with an innocent look: "I just accidentally took it out..."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly. I opened the book and looked at the dense numbers on it, as if thinking of something, his expression became serious, and he recognized it carefully.

Not far away, Old Fei returned silently.

This big golden retriever sniffed the blood everywhere, wandering in the cemetery, as if walking in a shopping mall, leaping over the corpses calmly and gracefully.

Until the end. His eyes lit up and he lowered his head. I picked up that thing and ran over in small steps. Put that little thing under Bai Xi's feet.

Be generous and elegant. It rewarded this thing to his new number one little brother "Bai Xi".

Bai Xi was taken aback for a moment, bent down, picked up the blood-stained mirror, turned to the back, and saw the relief of the Gorgonette on it, his eyes lit up.

——The Mirror of Snake Hair and Ghost!

While Ye Qingxuan was concentrating on the book, she made a'hush' gesture to Old Fei, and then thief put it into her pocket.

Anyway, it's just embezzlement of a small thing, the cheap cousin will definitely not care about it... right.

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Soon, Ye Qingxuan turned the book through, and had a rough impression of what was written in it. So he squeezed it into his arms.

If the contents are as expected, then everything needs to be considered carefully and long-term.

Just as he took Bai Xi's hand and was about to leave, he heard a fainted man in a pit dug beside him making a nasty sound.

In the faint, he seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, convulsing in pain.

Ye Qingxuan still remembers him. His name is Hudson. He wanted to escape from the dark world but was caught by the Rat King.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive, but it seemed that he was not far from death.

He thought about it for a while, and put his cane on Hudson’s heart, as if the sound of a river rushing from the strings

——musical note. Flow.

With the help of the Nine Heavens Ring, he stimulated the blood in Hudson's heart and pulled him back from the edge of the nightmare.

The nightmare dissipated, and Hudson woke up in surprise and opened his eyes. He looked at the mess around him, and then at Ye Qingxuan's shadow, as if he had understood something: "I am...dead?"

"You are still alive." Ye Qingxuan said lightly.

"You saved me?"

"You only survived because of your luck. I just gave you a hand. While you are still awake, go to a doctor, otherwise you will really die."

Hudson was silent.

He squeezed a bitter smile on his bloodstained face: "Perhaps, for a person like me, death is better?

Even if you are alive, where can you go? "

He covered his face and choked in despair: "I fled so far in order to quit. I thought I would have a new life, but I was still arrested.

I understood on the road, I jumped into the mire for a day, and I won’t be able to clean it all my life... I have done so many things against my intentions, and I have to pay for it. "

"Then live, and use the remaining days to confess and do what you did."

"Can you be saved by confession?" Hudson was hopeful.

"No."

The young man shook his head. He stared at the once **** and indebted villain with a hoarse and indifferent voice: "You will live with guilt, and live in the haze of the past for the rest of your life, until you die.

But at least, you can try to be a good person. "

Ye Qingxuan finished ~IndoMTL.com~ and turned and left.

Hudson froze and fell silent.

He stared blankly at the shadow that turned and left, and couldn't help crying. It's like getting a great redemption.

"That's great..." He knelt in relief in the blood-soaked mulch, and said goodbye to the shadow: "Sir, thank you."

In the distance, Sombra paused in his footsteps, looked back at him, and looked away after a long time.

"Thank you too."

He whispered softly. Perhaps this is the best sentence he has heard in all the words these days.

"What's the matter?" Bai Xi asked softly: "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

"These days, there has been a question that puzzles me, but now I realize that the answer has always been in my heart."

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan laughed, relieved and satisfied: "——It turns out that insisting on being a good person is not meaningless." (to be continued)