Silent Crown Chapter 157: Professional breakthrough

The alarm sounded suddenly. Net

A dazzling red light shone from the sky, breaking the darkness and silence. The guards seemed to be awakened, and the sound of disorderly heavy footsteps came from a distance.

Among the hanging corpses, Ye Qingxuan's brows slowly frowned, but he suddenly realized in his heart.

"Where is the trap?"

He sighed softly: "I really underestimated you, Professor Moriarte. Is this your purpose in the beginning?"

If at first he thought it was the professor's ambush, now he has been killed and he doesn't believe that the professor can make this battle.

If even the Arkham Mental Hospital was infiltrated by him from the beginning into a monster production workshop and a taboo technological transformation center, then why should he fall into the situation of being chased by the House?

It's just that, this time, I fell into the hands of the professor.

That guy is really a must-have. After being scammed by himself last time, he must come back again next time.

When interrogating the smuggler, he deliberately imitated his own methods, attracted his attention, and provided clues for the next step by the way.

In this way, using himself as a bait, the professor led himself here lightly, exploring the way for free, making a head start, probing out the reality, and attracting everyone's attention by the way.

Now he is probably hiding in the dark, smiling smugly looking at the two idiots who have attracted all the attention for him?

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When Ye Qingxuan saw the corpse forest, he understood: Guishou, they got it wrong from the beginning.

The litchi smugglers got into the sewers, they are not here to explore and find anything at all. They are transporting things here, transporting corpses!

The sewer is really a good place, an excellent place to destroy the corpses. No matter what it is, it will sink in the muddy water and disappear without a trace.

Who cares whether the corpse floats into the sea or goes elsewhere?

For so long, the House has been beating the gang war between the Lower City. Indulge them to fight each other, consume their lives, and continuously provide them with more and more corpses and blood.

——There are still a large number of missing persons!

Everything passed through the abandoned sewer and was transported here. After screening and anti-corrosion, it is hung on the iron hook for processing.

After figuring out this joint, the confusing clues in my memory were quickly organized together.

Arkham Mental Hospital may have been included in the applause by the House long ago?

After all, where is there a better place than Arkham Mental Hospital? A person is boring. But it is also an indispensable trash can.

No one will carefully explore what secrets are hidden in a lunatic asylum, and no one cares about what the madman sent here has become, whether he has become a normal person after treatment and returned to society. ?

Just next to the Arkham Mental Hospital, there is a bright and shiny golden sign-the Royal Academy protects them from wind and rain.

They can collect corpses or living people calmly, exploring forbidden techniques from demons. Transform those flesh and blood into the monsters outside...

For longevity, for strength, or to collect blood... to create blood!

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan was pierced by his own thoughts, but the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Why not?

"Those guys are crazy, right?"

He whispered softly, looking around the corpses around him. Looking at those eye pupils that do not look at them... Some of these people come from the smelly gutters of the Xiacheng District, they are beggars, some come from the cargo ship that smuggled into Anglo, they are bankrupts, and some have tattoos all over their bodies. And thugs.

Undoubtedly, these are the most despised people, even dead silently. They didn't even know why they died until they were about to die.

They never made the world a better place while they were alive, but this is not the reason they have to die.

The scream came through the air.

Ye Qingxuan raised his palm, only feeling his arm for a while. collapse!

A crossbow arrow was separated by his arm, bounced, flew in the air, and landed on the iron plate on the ground. Clang clanging.

The figures that have been outflanking have entered, and their hideous faces can be vaguely seen in the scattered red light.

"Kill them!"

A voice that seems to have heard is roaring: "Remember to leave alive and figure out how they got in!"

"...The previous command and the next command are somewhat contradictory, is the grammar in Xiacheng all taught by the same arithmetic teacher?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned, staring coldly at the group of surrounding figures and the crossbow aimed at him:

"Can you communicate? To be honest. I don't really want to..."

Boom!

A crossbow bolt passed through his face and nailed to the corpse behind him.

"Since there is no way to communicate, I am sorry..."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, his cane suddenly stopped on the ground:

"——Kneel down!"

Crash!

The heavy cane collided with the iron plate under the feet, making a sharp noise. The strings vibrated and played a wailing melody.

The sound of despair and madness spread, and accompanied by this scream, a black river swept across the void.

For an instant, the feet of those who rushed up weakened, losing strength, and involuntarily softened to the ground, crawling in front of the young man.

Immediately afterwards, the bone saw was held high and cut down!

Blood bursts.

The frantic screams of killing came to an awkward stop, which was then replaced by the butcher's frantic roar. In the strong smell of blood, the beast came out of its cage, setting off a rain of blood.

"Butcher, butcher?"

Among the crowd, the conductor recognized the violent figure and screamed.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head, looked across the group of thugs, fell on the pale face, and suddenly realized.

"Yo, Mr. Lorenzo? It's been a long time since I saw you. You are here...it happens to be some questions. I am eager to get your answers."

Staring at those indifferent eyes, Lorenzo felt a chill rushing from his heel to the back of his head, and took a step back subconsciously.

That kind of look Ye Qingxuan recognizes, and often sees it on the faces of his enemies, if you want to use words to describe it, it's a kind of ‘really **** hell’ look.

"Xia, Sherlock Holmore..."

When he heard the name pronounced, Ye Qingxuan showed a warm smile: "Since you know me, it's easy.

Could you please let me know. What is going on with these corpses here? "

Lorenzo was stung by the look in his eyes, and he took two steps back unconsciously, and shouted: "Let's shoot an arrow! Let's shoot an arrow! Shoot him..."

But even he himself knows how useful is the bow and crossbow in front of such an evil spirit? Not to mention that there is the butcher monster beside it!

Seeing the subordinates who didn't feel any fear after swallowing the potion rushed up. But he couldn't help but stepped back quietly, turned and fled to the lift in the distance.

Damn, where is the musician? Where is our musician? What about the experimental subjects? Why let yourself face those monsters!

Among those dense arrows, Ye Qingxuan sighed when he saw people with blood-red eyes rushing forward screaming. Take a step back.

Behind him, a huge figure suddenly expanded by three points, roaring hoarsely, and exuding manic enthusiasm, as if blood was about to boil.

All the corpses on the hooks trembled in the hoarse roar, and when he roared, it seemed as if there was a violent wind blowing on his face. Even if he was immersed in the fear caused by the prohibition, he was also shocked by this violent spirit.

Immediately afterwards, the bone saw was neatly and cleanly split into two parts, or several parts!

At the back of the crowd. Lorenzo looked back and saw the blood splashing behind him, his face pale.

In it, a thin shadow walked towards him silently, playing a dark melody. Lorenzo's legs softened, and he urged the men next to him:

"Close the door! Close the door!"

The subordinate sluggishly tried to move the hand brake, but couldn't move, and Lorenzo kicked it away angrily. He grabbed the brake and pulled it down with all his might.

The wailing melody came into his ears, but was interrupted by the clear sound of the pendant around his neck. The pendant was accompanied by a rare movement of mental protection, and it was stressed. So that he did not sink into the black river.

The iron gate crashed down!

During the fight, the butcher roared, rushed forward, and the bone saw in his hand flew out. Roaring towards Lorenzo behind the iron gate, slashed down!

Crash!

The bone saw sank deep into the heavy iron gate, buzzing and shaking, shaking off the dried blood.

The butcher roared and slammed the last drugged lunatic around him with a fist. He walked to the front of the steel gate in a pool of blood and smashed the gate violently.

The iron gate, full of three people, shook frantically. It was branded with fist marks, but it was never broken.

"It's useless, the gate of this layer is stronger than the outer layer."

Ye Qingxuan stood next to the iron gate, looked at the iron gate in front of him, deducted a little bit of rusty iron powder and rolled it at his fingertips: "Immersed silver, thousand-forged iron, and mixed with a little green gold to increase ductility... Just an iron door is expensive.

This material was originally used to make cages to capture demons and imprison them in the dark world. Unless it is a change-type musician using energy bombardment, you can't wear it even if you hit it for two hours. It's perfect. "

Ye Qingxuan took a step back, pressing his palm on the cold iron door, and sighed softly: "Unfortunately, the only drawback is that the door is stronger than the wall..."

Boom!

For an instant, the red warning light on the top dome flickered frantically. Countless iron hooks hanging from corpses were also shaking in the tremor~IndoMTL.com~ Between the fingers, Ye Qingxuan's body had already popped back several meters, staggering to his feet. The violent tremor made his eyes dark.

On the arm, the arm armor engraved with the sighing movement has already glowed with a burning red color-with a single blow, it has reached full capacity.

In front of him, in the rising smoke, a huge depression has appeared on the huge iron door, and the entire iron door has been completely twisted and deformed, like a crumpled rag.

And right in the center of the iron gate, the palm prints are all right.

Even if it has been twisted to this degree, the gate is still strong and not broken.

But with successive crackling noises, fierce cracks spread from the wall near the gate.

The butcher froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and pushed forward.

The thick twisted gate behind one foot fell backwards, and the whole was torn down from the wall amidst the roar.

"..." (To be continued.)