Silent Crown Chapter 262: The Crow’s Elegy
It seems that some huge monster is ‘oozing’ quietly from behind the wall.
Detecting Ye Qingxuan's gaze, it lowered its head, and one of the compound eyes on both sides lit up.
So, where the line of sight was swept over, the texture and color of the plaster slowly spread out--Petrochemical's line of sight! This spider mother actually has a thin bloodline of a gargoyle!
The moonlight struggled to contend with the line of sight. At the junction of the two, there was a continuous fall of fine crushed stone powder, which was the dust that expanded after being petrified.
Amidst the continuous squeaky sounds of the spiders, the young man faintly saw the projection of the ferocious spider mother slowly lifting up two sword feet to him...
"This is a bit difficult."
Ye Qingxuan twisted his neck stiffly, and clenched his cane: "It's challenging!"
Boom!
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For three minutes, on the deadly street, only Ye Qingxuan was running desperately.
Behind him, the entire huge building is already covered with spider silks, and countless spiders are rolling in all directions like a tide. For a while, I don’t know what monster’s nest they have passed through. .
The guy who was the culprit was already squatting in the corner, wiping cold sweat, watching the chaotic scene in the distance, and quietly let out a sigh of relief.
——Sure enough, I can’t beat it!
He sighed, and once again strengthened his determination to ‘can sap and sap, and if he can hit the side drum, hit the side drum, never go head-on”! Since his debut, the revenge evil spirit smashed by Avalon has never been stubbornly and honestly with people, and has always relied on despicable and indecent food to eat.
There is no way, the difference in strength is too big, whoever shakes it is stupid...
Moreover, it’s so cool to play sap. It saves worry and effort. If you go down with a stick, you have everything!
He sighed and touched his cane, the nine heavens, the sword was dusted...it was a waste of it to fall into his own hands. When can I become an official musician. I'm afraid to awaken its full power.
There are so many music principles hidden in a hat, Ye Qingxuan doesn't believe it. Ye's nearly thousand years of accumulation, hasn't there been any good things in it?
Don’t ask for powerful movements such as "Guangling Cease", "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji" and so on. "Nagato's Resentment" is there anyway, right? At least there is a "Returning Words" that goes back and forth three thousand miles in one night, right? There are also two or three parts attached to the movement of the iconic school of change such as "Feng Lei Yin"...
Thinking about a bright future that does not exist, Ye Qingxuan's mood is much better.
But soon, the croaking sound rang again, breaking the silence.
Ye Qingxuan frowned and slowly raised his head. Look over the top of the head.
Above the dry trees above his head, a huge black crow is staring at him fiercely, screaming loudly, attracting the surrounding demons.
This is their way of making a living. After the demon kills him, it can also peck the carrion on the skeleton. It's a pity that the parasitic monsters in the surrounding dwellings were either attracted by the riots caused by the spider mothers in the distance, or they were afraid of the riots and hid in their hiding places, motionless.
"——Gah! Gah!"
It seems useless. The crow froze for a moment, suddenly panicked, and shouted: "Quack!!!"
Still no one came. In the silence, only the young man whistled pityingly, got up slowly, and walked over, with a gloomy smile on his lips.
"Quack quack!!!"
The crow wanted to spread its wings and fly away, but Ye Qingxuan's powerful frost beam froze its wings and rolled to the ground. He curled up in the corner and let out a stern voice: "Quack quack!!!"
Unfortunately, no matter how you ask for help, there is still no use. The young black shadow had already put it, smiling with a chill.
"You like to call it, don't you?"
Ye Qingxuan thought about it and took off a bundle of rope from behind his waist. Tugging in his hand, his smile became satisfied: "Then I will let you say something good......"
Five minutes later, the devastated and **** crow had been **** with a rope, hung on the young man's cane, trembling danglingly.
In a bleak wind and cold rain, two disorderly feathers fell on the ground. It doesn't look miserable. However, he was obviously a lot better-behaved, knowing when to call and when to shut up.
"The bird of mourning, the name of bullying and fearing hardship is really not a name." Ye Qingxuan sneered, holding him in his hand, and wandering into the depths of the alley.
After he found a satisfactory dead alley, he hung the crow on the wall, and after careful arrangement, he took out several traps from his backpack and put them around.
Finally, he wiped the sweat from his head satisfactorily, looked up at the crow that was beginning to tremble, raised his cane and struck it hard: "Scream! Scream! No one will come to save your throat. Yours!"
So the crow did scream under the cruel torture.
Although it is not called ‘Broken Throat! Break your throat! This kind of **** bad words, but at least it still has some effect.
Hearing the sound of Xixisuosuo's tiny footsteps coming from a distance, Ye Qingxuan quietly hid in the shadows, clenched the'sap' Jiuxiao ring in his hand, and began to wait happily for the rabbit to get up...
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Today is definitely Good Friday for the crows in the shadow of Avalon. This group of popular demons has been brutally hunted and killed today.
There is a shameless black shadow looking for these ‘poor’ little guys everywhere, and then grabbing them one by one and binding them one by one, luring the passing demons into his trap, and then sap sap.
If one crow was killed by him, he would change another one, and if the second one died, he would change the third one...
In just a few hours, the crows in South Buck’s area suffered from seedlings and almost broke their roots in the hands of this little star. The demons also saw ghosts. After hearing the signal, they rushed forward. You can find a crow **** in temptation.
Immediately after that, there was a sap in the back of his head.
Boom!
Another ape ghost was knocked out and fell to the ground.
Ye Qingxuan skillfully drew out the knife in front of the trembling crow, cut the ape ghost to bloodlet, and after collecting the most valuable materials, he kicked it aside with one foot without any regret. In the sewers, after accumulating a pile, it will be cleaned with moonlight all at once!
The two most precious spine joints on the ape ghost were soaked in the alchemy solution and stuffed into the backpack. The backpack is already swollen, and it's almost impossible to fit it.
Seeing that he had earned tens of thousands of pounds in just a few hours, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that the Shadow of Avalon was really a good place to make a fortune. Just grab a few crows and you can sap and knock it out, and the monsters you attract are too powerful. He can turn around and run, and then catch a crow to start a new stove...
It's nothing but profitable!
It's a pity that my backpack can no longer fit...
After the final collective purification of the monsters piled together, Ye Qingxuan was already sitting on the ground tired. The Moonlight Sequence was used several times in a row in the afternoon, although the pressure was borne by the Eye of Indra. But after all, he will be exhausted, so let’s take a break and wait for Old Fei to contact him.
It's just that when he raised his head again, he found a faint mist coming from a distance.
In the deadly night that seems to change forever. The pale mist gradually emerged from every corner. Where the thick white mist passed, it swallowed all the noise and made everything fall into silence.
Obviously, no water vapor was sensed, but the mist came so abruptly, like the mist haunting Avalon every morning and twilight, but with a trace of rotten stench, it flooded every place.
In the thick fog, I can hardly see my fingers.
In the distance, there was a vague roar of thunder.
Ye Qingxuan stopped. Investigating the white mist carefully, with the emergence of the mist, the singing lingering in the ear from beginning to end has disappeared.
It's like being strangled to death.
This association makes the teenager shudder.
Although the singing has disappeared, he feels that the hostility in this shadow city has increased tenfold and a hundredfold, and every inch of air and land is full of disgust and hostility to outsiders, which makes people even breathe. I'm not happy anymore.
"Traitor..."
In the mist, someone gritted their teeth and made a sound, "Traitor..."
The voice was old and hoarse, like a roar from far away, full of hatred from the heart. Repeated over and over again: "Traitor...traitor...traitor..."
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, and subconsciously pressed his top hat, but the sleeping power in the top hat seemed to be awakened, making the erratic voice in his ears clear.
I was able to hear the vague and bitter murmur. It was a list of usurpers, an announcement full of resentment.
"Gurnivel, Gawain, Parcival...and Merlin, Merlin...you clown, sodomite, devil..." That voice was full of madness and anger:
"Traitors... are traitors... They are all traitors!"
Ye Qingxuan listened, only feeling cold from the bottom of his bones: To be honest, he didn't want to know who the hoarse voice in the mist came from. But the association in his mind made him involuntarily point the target of suspicion to the king who sleeps in the palace without knowing his life...
"Arthur, what exactly did you do back then?"
He muttered to himself in a low voice, not daring to think again. Maybe the shaman is right. Some secrets are too dirty and should sleep in the dark forever. Any reckless tracing will harm oneself...
In just a few hours, he once felt that he had become familiar with the ghost place of Shadow of Avalon, but this ghost place now made him feel extremely strange.
Can't just sit and wait~IndoMTL.com~Just here, he can feel a burst of danger passing by. Obviously, the closer you are to the core and the upper city, the more dangerous it is now.
The shadow of Avalon after the fog has completely changed into another place.
He immediately started packing up, and after throwing away all unnecessary things, he packed lightly and quickly walked towards the city gate.
After avoiding a few dangerous breaths that passed by, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, speeding up his steps towards the gate of the city, but suddenly, his steps stopped abruptly.
In the silence, in a white mist, there is only a blur. No matter how many movements of the Enlightenment faction he blessed, Ye Qingxuan could only see the situation a few meters away, which seemed to be the limit.
He looked around, watching the quiet city shadows in the mist. The silent city is as always, indifferent and gloomy, without any exception.
But for some reason, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
"Is it an illusion?" (To be continued.)