The moment the strings are fluctuated, all sound disappears.

The original silver light converged from all directions, turning into a frenzy and sweeping, but now those aether flashes were gone, leaving only the sound of the piano.

There is a sharp and sonorous aura hidden in that beautiful timbre, like a sharp knife out of the sheath, the nail leaf rubbing, and the indescribable long, gradually revealing the killing intent.

In the faint sound of the piano, faint ripples spread out from Ye Qingxuan's fingertips, extending in all directions.

Everywhere he went, all the light dimmed, the flames were extinguished, the blood lost its color, and the darkness turned to meaningless ash...... Everything seemed to be still business as usual, but it was like something was pulling it away, getting farther and farther away.

A white mist emerged from the sky, spreading faintly. It is not thick, but light and subtle, enveloping all the space. It's like a breath exhaled in winter, lingering and diffusing.

A faint chill rose and lingered in every inch of space.

Obviously, the limbs could feel the heat left by the fire, but both the perception and the spirit were frantically transmitting the feeling of 'cold'.

The ghost woman was stunned, she subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her footsteps stopped in mid-air. The coldness that didn't exist had seeped into her brain, slowly freezing her mind and will.

In the end, she stood in the white mist, her will frozen in astonishment and fear.

Everything seemed to stand still.

In the midst of this cold mist.

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In the dancing white mist, only the sound of the piano fell.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the seemingly staccato notes formed a continuous movement. The real 'small order' has finally begun.

In the silence, the sound of the piano suddenly overflowed with the crispness and depth of the ringing and resonance, and the fiery and decisive thoughts emerged from it and beat in everyone's hearts.

They reverberate in the air, formless and substantial, but with a shocking force. Everywhere they passed, all the ghosts were crushed and subdued by the majestic and cold aura!

This is not a physical interference, but a purely spiritual resonance.

The sound of the piano was sparse, but it drowned out all the evil ghosts and demons. The resentment of the aether was easily washed away. Those so-called resentment, unwillingness, and poison are nothing in front of the fierce will in the sound of the piano.

It was as if the tide was sweeping through the fortress on the sand, and it collapsed in a joking.

Collapse!

The fierce and persistent will turned into a sharp blade, which melted into the sound of the piano, sweeping in all directions, and the invisible ghosts that were frozen in the white mist trembled, silently collapsed, and fell apart.

Only the white ashes were scattered on the ground.

Those remaining resentments escaped, like the tide of the sea, pouring back into the fragile reason of the ghost woman!

For a moment, her cloudy eyes widened.

Above her aging limbs, the notes of "Chestnut Car" crumbled silently, like rags frozen in the ice.

Then, a frenzied resentment tugged at her, engulfing her last will.

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It was as if in an instant being thrown into an endless abyss.

The eyes can see, the ears cannot hear, the smell does not smell, and the touch does not feel......

The brutal sound of the piano stripped her perception from him again and again, and in the end, only a rickety soul fell into the abyss in despair.

Falling, endless falling, falling without end.

The loneliness he had never felt had swept over him, causing her to wail, but she couldn't even be sure if she could still make a sound. Until finally, he saw a round of moonlight jump out of the abyss.

In the shackles of near-eternal loneliness, everything loses its meaning. Even being alive turned into a long nightmare.

In the abyss where there is no time to refer to, this nightmare seems to be eternal, shackled her for thousands of years, but what she really feels and touches is only a moment when she can't even have time to run her will.

After a moment, the ghost woman was still standing in place, unable to move.

Boom!

The sound of artillery being thrown into the ditch rang out.

A subtle pop came from within her skull, like some fragile, soft tissue had ruptured. Black-purple bruises flowed from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, and eardrums.

But she finally broke free from the nightmare.

In this last moment, staring blankly at the phantom behind the young man, he seemed to cry and laugh:

"You're ...... Still here...... The white-haired monster turned out to be you!"

Her voice was full of bewilderment: "Why are you here?" ”

In that look, there was a hint of vicious mockery, and there was also a visceral fear. But this was only the last time to return to the light, her eyes dimmed, and she fell to the ground.

Gurgling blood flowed from her body, pooling into pools of blood that seeped into the cracks of the slate.

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The sound of the piano still echoes in the narrow space, spreading in all directions as the alley extends, and the sound that gradually dissipates melts into the stones, the water, and the wind.

At that moment, the entire Lower Avalon was in their sleep and heard that faint sound. The sonorous sound of the piano, like gold and iron, melted into the dream, and changed the dream with it.

So they saw the tide coming from nowhere in the dark night.

In the midst of the endless tides, a silver-white moon rises from the end of the sky. The moonlight shines all over the world, kindly and fairly shining on the world.

The moon is born on the sea!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are all this moonlight!

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I don't know how long it took, but the strings began to crumble.

The aether that had coalesced into substance lost its form again, turning into a silvery mist. The mist dissipated rapidly in the mist, reflecting the looming shadow.

Like a mirage thrown from far away, his figure was blurred and his face blank. But when he stared at the young man in front of him, his eyes were full of tenderness and pity.

He stroked the boy's white hair, as if to touch him through the mist of nothingness, but there was nothing he could do.

Until the end, Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from that realm of selflessness, but he only remembered to see his last shadow.

He gradually moved away, about to dissipate with the mist, and when he noticed the young man's stunned gaze, he stopped, and turned his head slightly, the corners of his mouth vaguely as if smiling, but he could not see clearly.

"Leaf, solve that puzzle. ”

His lips opened and closed silently, "Go to the end of that dream." ”

The fog rippled for a moment and vanished without a trace.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the place where he once existed sluggishly, wanting to say something, but it was too late.

He felt like he was hallucinating, but it was clearly real. The man returned, and came here at the call of the harp, and after a short stay, he was helpless to go away.

He pounded the wall angrily, as if to vent the sadness and powerlessness in his heart: if he had woken up earlier, would he have had time to say something to him?

He didn't know what to say, maybe it was angry scolding, maybe it was accusing...... But why did you leave so quickly?

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head in annoyance and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if to get rid of the sourness and bitterness that lingered there.

Only then did he see the girl's eyes gradually open, as if she had awakened from a long dream, and she opened her tired eyes and stared at the boy in front of her, trying to determine whether he was his hallucination.

"Are you awake?"

Ye Qingxuan wanted to pull her up, but she felt that her whole body hurt as if she had been hit by a stone. But it was only then that he realized that his broken phalanges had been reassembled at some point.

The ten fingers are still swollen and black, but they are not completely necrotic, and perhaps they will be able to return to their former flexibility after applying the medicine. Ye Qingxuan tried to flex his joints, and when he found that his fingers moved, he laughed happily.

"Let's go. ”

Ye Qingxuan said: "We should go back." ”

Bai Xi looked at him blankly, and after a long time, he pulled his sleeve and got up from the ground. She seemed to be so tired that she didn't have the strength to speak anymore. But at this time, she became well-behaved, she didn't mess around, she didn't run around, and she didn't be disobedient.

She obediently pulled Ye Qingxuan's sleeve, quietly, like all little girls. Sometimes she would look up at Ye Qingxuan's side face, her eyes confused and complicated. Sometimes she would speak, as if she was very sleepy, and her voice was weak and dazed: "...... I just had a nightmare. ”

"The nightmare is over. ”

Ye Qingxuan said: "Those bad things are limited, and when they are done, they will never be there again." ”

"Really?"

"Really. Ye Qingxuan rubbed her hair: "I won't lie to you." ”

Bai Xi looked up into his eyes: "Then if I lie, will you be angry?"

"No, it doesn't matter if you lie to me again......"

Ye Qingxuan held her hand and suddenly whispered:

"Thank you, Shirashi. ”

Bai Xi was stunned, she seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say anything. After a long time, she lowered her head and said 'oh', and then there was no more sound.

Seeing that she wanted to say something but was embarrassed to say it, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

He was so cold, hungry, and sleepy, and his body felt like it had been torn apart, and it was painful. But these things don't matter anymore.

At least he had to leave here with Bai Xi and go to a place outside of hell first.

"From now on, a new life awaits you. ”