Silent Crown Chapter 252: Weird courtyard
"What do you want to do in the Royal Orchestra?"
Ye Qingxuan regretted it as soon as he asked this question, because this guy was confused and filled with ‘what? This is actually the Royal Orchestra! ’’S surprised.
No idea at all!
What's the use of you!
Ye Qingxuan frowned and was about to speak. He suddenly heard the broken alarm at his feet vibrate violently, faintly making a strange sound.
The sound spread far and wide in an instant, making his expression gloomy.
"No, it's not me!"
Hebos saw the change in Ye Qingxuan's face and screamed in surprise: "It wasn't me who triggered it! It was someone else's alarm, someone else's!"
The cane on his throat was pressed down, making him almost suffocated, and a hoarse voice came:
"You have five seconds to explain."
"This alarm is related to another trigger trap. I don't understand what's going on..."
Hebos screamed incoherently, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know, there must be someone else following us into this place!"
Nonsense! I am not!
Ye Qingxuan frowned, and suddenly heard faint vibrations and collisions on the ground above his head, and understood what he meant: It seems that someone has the same idea as him?
No matter what the situation is, there is not much time left for myself.
He lowered his head and looked down at Herbs' tears, and sighed involuntarily.
Seeing him, Herbs was stunned, as if he had understood something, and exclaimed: "Don't kill me, I can give you the secret planting technique of my chanting faction... I can still give it Your money, I have 60,000 greens in my cult account, 60,000!"
He looked at the young man’s face and tried his best to squeeze out a flattering expression: "I have heard of you. You are a vengeful spirit, right? You don't kill..."
"Yes, you heard that right. I can let you go."
The young man lowered his eyes and slowly retracted the cane against his throat. Herbs was ecstatic. But immediately, he felt a palm press on his forehead.
"It's just that you followed those black musicians and did so many things against your will. Do you really have a clear conscience?" The boy's voice pityed, with an indifference from overlooking:
"I let you go. Will those who died in your hands let you go?"
Hebbers froze, and his grateful eyes changed. The flattering smile and respect disappeared without a trace, full of gloom and viciousness. He looked up at the boy, but his eyes were pulled in by the boy's eye pupils.
That pair of pupils...like they are full of hell's pain, it is spitting out fire, that is the deceased's grievances burning vigorously, glowing with a heart-palpitating color-then, the black river rushes toward the face Come, swallow him.
In the wailing melody, Herbs fell on his back and fell into an endless nightmare.
Ye Qingxuan slowly retracted his palm. Turned and left.
After taking two steps, he paused in his footsteps and turned his head back suddenly, but he saw Herbs, who was in a state of collapse, twitching constantly, but his body turned into a stiff gray bit by bit. In the end, Not moving anymore.
——Petrochemical.
The weird changes made Ye Qingxuan frown. He didn't know that his movement still carried this weird function.
If it's not yourself, then there is only one answer left...
In the dark. The young man looked around, and there was a sound of wind coming from the darkness, and he chuckled lightly.
It's like someone has been staring at him quietly since he entered the shadow of Avalon. Rejoice for him, worry for him, and applaud for his performance.
Maybe this is an illusion, or it's not.
In this wicked place, nothing is rare, and he decided not to scare himself.
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When he crawled out along the narrow entrance. I found myself in the backyard of the Royal Orchestra-originally this was a garden, obviously not anymore.
Only a piece of shriveled and dead rhizome is stuck in the soil horizontally, like a weird handicraft made of iron wire in the faint light.
Lights, there are lights here.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the wind lamp hanging on the wall not far away. The light was faint, and the lampshade was covered with dust, as if it had been burning for thousands of years.
In the dim light, the desolate garden exudes a disturbing atmosphere.
Ye Qingxuan discerned the traces in the soil, found the information that someone had left, and a few traps used for alarms--it seems that the group of black musicians were really cautious. After arranging people to watch, they left behind A few pitfalls.
Especially under those few seemingly ordinary traps, Mind Line unexpectedly detected a chain of explosive traps-filled with ether enough to blow up half of the garden into the sky.
Just as he slipped through the trap area, he suddenly felt the earth quake, and there was a roar from the gate in the distance. The vibration almost set off the trap, and Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale!
If you die here for this inexplicable reason, it would be really miserable.
He hurriedly ran to a safe area, closed his eyes and meditated, his whole body converged in the same place, and drifted in the direction of the roar along the breeze.
After bypassing many buildings, the length of the line of thought can be felt to the scene.
The momentary induction, and then it was cut off without warning.
The water vapor line of thought was evaporated by the terrifying power remaining on the scene.
Ye Qingxuan's forehead shook suddenly, as if he had been hit by a hammer, opened his eyes, and was covered in cold sweat: At that moment, he didn't see anything, only felt a darkness that was filled with mist.
The darkness is burning.
If he hadn't cut off the induction at the same time, I'm afraid the burning would rush into his mind along the line of thought, then it would be fun...
If you die because of this, I'm afraid it will still be one of the "Hundred Thousand Ways to Die in the Shadow of Avalon", provided that it is really painful for future generations to arrange such a book.
Obviously, the rash action of the House attracted a very terrifying big thing.
It is frantically impacting the barriers around the Royal Orchestra. The barriers that have long been unhosted may not last long under that impact.
The time left for myself and the black musicians in the House must be running out.
So, what exactly do those guys want to do?
Ye Qingxuan's whole body, if the moonlight of Ruowu lights up again, making his figure so thin that it is imperceptible, he follows the traces and quickly chases up...
The thought of being able to put a leg in such a lively thing, stir up a stir, and feed those guys some shit, he couldn't help but feel a little excited!
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In the gloomy building. The dim moonlight passed quickly.
The illusion that Laura exerted on him was obviously quite high-level illusion, which contained interference-level music theory-the so-called distortion level was already at the top of the resonance stage, from the ‘resonance’ between the musician and the world. Then to the limited "interference" of reality, and then to the "distortion" of the reversal of the physical rules-the power at this stage is almost at the top of the musician's road, and above it is the unattainable scepter and The Way of the Saints.
Especially, Lola takes the path of illusion manifestation, able to convert reality and illusion at will. If you extend it further, you will be able to enter the realm of'nothing' and'non-nothing'.
Although this path is difficult to follow, the power is also terrifying.
The moonlight covers the whole body, as if pulling him into another world, this world is unimpeded.
While it was consumed violently, it also constantly passed through various barriers and barriers. The barriers erected by most of the Royal Orchestra Corps seemed to be non-existent in front of it.
Just along the way, his heart grew colder and he became more cautious unconsciously.
His current location has entered the periphery of the core of the Royal Orchestra, and it should be the side hall. In this ancient building. Even though he was no longer angry, the dim lights were still on.
I don’t know how many years after burning, there is still a part of kerosene in the lamp, which is obviously out of routine. However, the black zone has always been a place away from common sense. Although this is strange, it is not unacceptable.
Just walking along, he didn't meet anyone at all.
I didn't meet people, but I saw a lot of **** things.
For example, a stone statue.
Whether it is in the backyard, garden, corridor in the building, or even in the servants’ lounge. You can see lifelike stone statues everywhere.
They smiled, stood in different places, and maintained the momentary movement. It was as if he was transformed into a stone at the same moment, with no panic on his face. On the contrary, there was a weird smile on his face.
The eyes can even turn.
Across a long distance, they seemed to see through Ye Qingxuan's disguise, Shihua's pupils turned around, and there was nothing in their hollow eyes, just looking at his face.
Watching him come, watch him leave.
Although they obviously didn't do anything. But Ye Qingxuan still couldn't help feeling cold-what is going on with these ghosts? !
Along the way, traces of brute force cracking can be seen everywhere. There are many broken stone statues lying in the middle of the road, and dark red fine sand flows out of the cracks. The fine sand is floating in the wind, and it seems to dance in the dim light.
Ye Qingxuan covered his nose and mouth, and walked away far away.
With his understanding of architectural engineering and his familiarity with the Royal Orchestra, Ye Qingxuan's progress has come from behind and went around in front of the group of black musicians-thanks to Ye Lanzhou
Ye Lanzhou didn't have a long time in the Royal Orchestra, but he took his son wherever he went. Ye Qingxuan even remembered how to get from the conference room to the toilet.
It's just that, the more he remembers their original appearance, the more disturbed he is-along the way, all the clothes on the stone statues are dressed as servants or nobles. No one wore the ceremonial uniform of the Royal Orchestra.
So, where did the group of musicians who were supposed to be here?
Walking in a hurry~IndoMTL.com~ His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked up at the wall. On the wall, the clock had already stopped turning, as if it had stayed at that moment forever.
Eight ten in the evening.
Eight ten ten...
Ye Qingxuan silently recalled this time in his heart, comparing the direction of the black musicians in the House, and finally locked the destination in his heart.
——The banquet hall on the third floor.
"A thousand miles away, come here to have a banquet for a picnic while having a meal?"
He looked at the stairs and couldn't help whispering in a low voice: "Aren't you panicking?"
Boom!
There was a roar in the direction of the vestibule.
The smoke rose, and the smell of rotten iron sand came from the cold wind.
The barrier was finally broken. (To be continued.)