Silent Crown Chapter 335: The Eye of Curse

　　"Is an apocalyptic musician."

　　 Ye Qingxuan briefly inspected the corpse: "From the bones, it's about 27 years old. The pattern of the amulet on his body seems to be from the south. This is...the shovel in his hand."

　　 Ye Qingxuan drew out the two-sectioned spear from the corpse's hand that hit the object, distinguished and nodded: "It should be an exploration scholar of the school of geological exploration. Exploration musicians have the most experience in geological exploration and underground ruins. It’s not strange to be able to walk in front of us."

　　 He got up and looked around the room.

　　 This is a hall with six side doors, I am afraid they can lead to six different places. And right in front, there is a tunnel, extending downward...

　　 In the end, his gaze fell on the door frame... The dust there clearly showed traces of a monkey, and that stone monkey might have stayed there.

　　 If there is an unauthorized visitor, when the door is opened, it will be torn from top to bottom...

　　"Along the way, except for the mud puppets, there were no decent obstacles, I am afraid it was a careless one, right?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan sighed, stretched out his hand to condense the bones of the dead, put it into an empty coffin outside the door, and closed the coffin lid.

　　 dying in the grave, that’s good, never worry about the use of the coffin.

　　"The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, don't stay if you should go."

　　 Ye Qingxuan reached out and drew a holy emblem on the coffin, and held a funeral for this competitor briefly. This may be the first competitor to die in the ruins, and it also reminded several people in the team.

　　 Everyone rallied and dared not slacken their efforts.

　　 After all, who knows what the **** will be encountered next?

　　, the more you go down, the more **** there will be.

　　 Next, at intervals, in addition to Ye Qingxuan’s line of thought, Barlow will release more than a dozen pathfinder rats. The animals themselves are not strong, they are almost blank, and their lives are short. , Good quality and low price. Putting hundreds of them in one breath is not a burden at all.

　　 except for one that is stupid. Rolling down the steps don't know how long he fell to death, everything else was fine.

　　 It’s just that the more you go, the more ugly everyone’s expressions become.

　　Where is there such a long ladder in the world, it takes ten minutes to walk?

　　 walked fully until Barlow's feet were soft. They haven't seen the next level yet. Ye Qingxuan made a rough calculation in his heart and frowned, "We have already walked down a few hundred meters...Even if the ancient Romulus people were too crowded, it was impossible to do this without the slightest meaning. Building, not to mention this design is meaningless."

　　 "illusion?"

　　Samuel thought for a while, and suddenly a surging firelight lit up in his hand. The blazing high temperature spread, and the remaining few people were prepared to prevent the impact. Samus seemed to be planning to completely destroy this section of the ladder.

　　 So, the change system musician is really good, throwing all kinds of destructive movements to play, it's as simple as eating and drinking.

　　, just when Samus was about to start the destruction, he was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.

　　 "It's useless."

　　 Ye Qingxuan said indifferently: "I, an enlightened musician, can walk in unknowingly. If it is an illusion, then it must be a large-scale illusion with more than one fulcrum. And it is likely to be us.

　　 If you rashly destroy it, it will lead to subsequent changes, and it will only make us sink deeper and deeper. "

　　 Hearing this, everyone was silent.

　　 I couldn't think of a better way, and the other was that I heard this guy say that he was an enlightened musician, and there was always an unspeakable sense of contradiction.

　　 "Then what can you do?" Barlow asked.

　　 Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then smiled, his expression serious:

　　 "No."

　　"……"

　　 In silence, the three of them tried to suffocate a mouthful of old blood without spitting it out, Barlow stared at him: "Then what do you pretend to be! You are an apocalyptic musician. Bring us into illusion. No, what use is it for you!"

　　 "Don't worry, I'll make a joke. Enliven the atmosphere."

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled and waved his hand: "But I am in the advanced field of the apocalypse school, which is the recognition and interpretation of music theory. It is not uncomfortable for breaking illusions. But don't worry..."

　　 He turned around and took out a palm-sized flannel bag from his pocket. You can faintly see any small spherical objects in the bag. Ye Qingxuan grabbed the rope tied with the velvet bag and turned the velvet bag in the air a few times, unspeakably freehand.

　　 As the velvet bag rotates, a faint cold and rancid smell spread.

　　 That is if there is any real malice.

　　"This is..."

　　 Miller seemed to think of something. Can't help taking a step back, his face pale: "Eye of the Curse, you made this kind of ghost?"

　　 Hearing Miller's words, Samuel and Barlow also suddenly changed their colors, and took a step back unconsciously, like some terrible monster hidden in that bag.

　　 Strictly speaking, the Eye of the Curse is just a chanting material.

　　 It is universal and can be added to any movement to add unique effects to the movement. The Eye of Resentment, as the name suggests, is a petrified eyeball, the curse and cry of the dead from the underworld.

　　 This chanting consumable is only effective when the producer personally uses it, because the production process is too cruel, contrary to human ethics and morality, and was boycotted and banned by the Holy City. Just know how cruel this thing is. The achievements of the black musician's invention will be understood.

　　 Its greatest function is not to break the illusion, but to use itself as a fulcrum, forcibly embedded in the illusion, and through this fulcrum, in turn pollute the entire illusion.

　　Any illusionist knows how troublesome it would be to let an external fulcrum insert one's own illusion to stir up the wind and rain.

　　 "There is no way, I always have to make up for my weakness."

　　 Ye Qingxuan didn't care, stretched out his hand and took out a shriveled eyeball from the pouch and measured it in his hand. In that shriveled eyeball, the pupils were still turning around, and when they looked at each other, they exuded a real malice and resentment.

　　Samuel thought about the **** rituals recorded in the file, and couldn't help turning their heads away, and couldn't bear to watch.

　　 "By the way, what date is today?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan asked suddenly.

　　"September 3..."

　　 Someone subconsciously replied, halfway through, then abruptly stopped, as if covering his mouth. The voice was tactful, it was a woman.

　　 So Ye Qingxuan laughed: "What's your name?"

　　 "Rui... Bei... Hum!"

　　 heard a difficult voice, as if trying to resist Ye Qingxuan’s questioning, but couldn’t help it. In the end, the voice was forcibly cut off.

　　 "It seems that there is more than one person."

　　 Ye Qingxuan’s smile grew colder, and he slowly raised his eyeball, but there was only one glass marble in his hand.

　　"Sorry, since you have accepted the'hint', you should understand, what can I do to you next?"

　　He said lightly, "If I can, I don't want to torture girls. So, how about we take a step back? You remove the illusion, and I also withdraw the suggestion.

　　 Otherwise, you can imagine the fate of Mr. Simon. You don’t want to have gender cognition obstacles on your own. You can only enter the men’s bathroom in the future, right? "

　　 Anger was suppressed in the painful grunt, but Ye Qingxuan's expression was suddenly taken aback, and the glass beads in his hand turned.

　　 Then, the woman's painful groan sounded again, as if she was enduring great pain, and she screamed.

　　"Want to relieve my suggestion? It seems that there is a heart musician among your companions..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan raised his eyebrows: "I'm sorry, although I haven't learned other skills, but I want to relieve my hints, unless there is a level like my'teacher'."

　　 Although it was just hurriedly using glass beads to attract the attention of others, implanting cues and intentions into it, the suggestion implantation that Lola taught him by hand is not so easy to get rid of.

　　 will take at least ten minutes.

　　In these ten minutes or so, he can use this glass bead as a medium to make waves in the mind of the illusionist to his heart...

　　Who made her worry so much when she heard that Ye Qingxuan had the eye of the curse, staring at what was in Ye Qingxuan's hand for a long time?

　　 "Enough, Rebecca, your illusion can't stop them, let them in."

　　 is another familiar voice.

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled upon hearing the words: "Still an acquaintance? Mr. Colt, where are you singing?"

　　"You will know by looking at it yourself."

　　 With Colt's voice, the illusion dissipated and everything returned to normal.

　　 In front of Ye Qingxuan, there is still a ladder, but only a few short steps. In just three steps, they walked for ten minutes.

　　, just under the steps, is a huge hall.

　　 In the empty hall there are only pillars supporting the dome. At the end of the hall is a gate ~ IndoMTL.com~ In front of the gate, besides Colt, there are five figures of Ye Qingxuan who seem to be familiar with each other.

　　 Colt is among them.

　　 There are several musicians that Ye Qingxuan had seen that night, and among them, Rebecca from the Voodoo Crypt was looking at herself coldly, her beautiful cheeks full of anger and hatred.

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and threw the glass ball in his hand. The glass ball was caught by another female musician, and it was Arianna. After a little inspection, Arianna destroyed the glass bead, cutting off Ye Qingxuan's meaning and suggestion.

　　 There are also two musicians looking at them coldly, with etheric reactions hidden in their sleeves, as if waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

　　 Among them, Colt held a wooden staff, glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and just said:

　　 "Unexpectedly, you will be here after us."

　　"Not the first place after all."

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I guess you are not kind enough to stay here and wait for us. Let me guess, what difficulties have you encountered?"

　　"That sentence is still the same."

　　 Colt turned sideways, revealing the door behind him: "Come here and see for yourself."

　　Behind him, several musicians who were ready to go guarded the door, casting cold gazes. It didn't look like Phantom Ye Qingxuan came over and inspected it, but instead seemed to wait for him to walk into the enclosure by himself.

　　 I cast myself into the net. (To be continued.)