Awoke from his nightmare, Alberto turned his head to see the darkness of the night outside his window, and the light of the fire rose from the window, burning the sky red.

In the deep darkness of the night, he sat in his wheelchair and added a blanket to his knees.

In the fireplace, the light of the fire jumps, and the fine pine wood burns silently, releasing a burst of fragrance that makes people unconsciously feel at ease.

Even though there has been a turmoil outside that has burned the lower city to the ground, it is still peaceful, undisturbed, and quiet as if it were another world.

This is the reward he deserves.

As the leader of the mafia that once ruled a third of the Lower City, Alberto was too old to move.

Although aging has many inconveniences, it also gives him enough old and spicy eyes. For a leader, there is nothing more important than vision.

As it turned out, he was right.

When the emissary of the council first appeared before him, he did not even wait for the Mr. Hall to say what he meant, and he expressed his willingness to put the whole family under the authority of the House.

This sincerity brought him the trust of the House, allowing him to directly settle in the core of the House and become the caretaker of this mental hospital.

If there was a ship leading to victory, he would be in first class, watching his former enemies and allies struggle in the seas.

Regardless of the outcome on the outside, as long as the ritual in the final laboratory at the Central Authority can be completed tonight, then everything will be rewritten.

All former enemies will be eliminated, and he will replace the shaman as the ruler of the lower city, the new Lord of Darkness!

That's right, as long as the ritual is done.

For some reason, there was always a faint uneasiness in his heart. However, no matter how you look back, there is no flaw in the flawless plan.

"Father's ......"

The main force of the shaman has been dragged down, and everyone is fascinated by the unrest that has swept the entire lower city. No one can stop the ritual in the House anymore.

"Father. ”

But where does this uneasiness come from? Alberto pondered and meditated, but could not find any clues.

"Father!"

Lorenzo raised his voice, waking him up from his trance.

Alberto's shoulder shook. He looked back at Lorenzo beside him. Lorenzo noticed the displeasure in his eyes, and his face suddenly turned a little pale:

"Father, someone broke in through the warehouse!"

"Warehouse?

Alberto subconsciously asked rhetorically, but he immediately reacted, his face turned pale - which warehouse could it be? Of course, the most terrible warehouse!

"When?"

"A few minutes ago, someone in the central control room noticed that the black door in the sewer had been opened. The parasitic bone ape outside the door is also in chaos, and is currently trying to find a way to pacify it. ”

"Broke in through the sewers?"

Alberto's uneasiness grew stronger. He tried to calm his mind and waved his hand to order: "Go and clean it up, don't let them cause too much disturbance." Got it?"

But Lorenzo did not move, and stood hesitantly, wanting to speak.

"What are you doing in a daze?!"

Alberto was furious and patted the armrest of his wheelchair: "Go!"

"I've been there, but ......"

Lorenzo swallowed and foamed, and said in a trembling voice, "The one who came...... Probably Sherlock Holmes and the butcher. ”

"Impossible!"

Alberto almost jumped out of his wheelchair and glared at Lorenzo: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Soon he sensed his gaffe and calmed down. Rubbing his eyebrows in contemplation, he suddenly raised his head after a long time. staring at his son:

"--How did they end up here?"

"I don't know. ”

Lorenzo was furious by that cold gaze, and quickly explained: "They suddenly came out of nowhere, along the delivery pipeline." By the way, the smuggler who has been delivering goods here for the past few days was killed yesterday, could it be that Sherlock Holmes did it?"

Alberto was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Indeed." If he had known that the House was holding a ceremony here, he would not have let go of this opportunity, and even hired the butcher guy......"

"Kill them!"

His eyes darkened: "They must not be allowed to enter the central organs! What about the red eyes and yellow feet? Aren't they sent by the House to defend the blood sacrifice?"

"Red Eyes is in the central agency, and Yellow Feet has disappeared with the butcher. ”

Lorenzo swallowed and foamed: the third operating room was surrounded by the black musician's mist, and Yellowfoot and his corpse golem were inside. We don't know what's going on. ”

"What about Holmes?" Alberto stared at his son, "Holmes and the butcher separated?"

"It seems to be. ”

Lorenzo said in a trembling voice: "He and the butcher have acted separately, and he has not been out since he entered the ward area...... He—he seems to be interested in those modders. ”

"Good, good!"

Alberto's expression was gloomy, and after a moment of contemplation, he suddenly ordered: "You now take all the men, as well as the musicians of the four houses, and immediately go and seal off the ward area completely." No matter what the cost, get rid of Sherlock Holmes once and for all!

That guy and the professor are both big troubles in the House, and they are both on the must-kill list. As long as he is dead, the House will not fail our sacrifice. ”

"Let, let me go?"

Lorenzo's face turned pale: he had heard more than once in the past few days about the murderous maneuver of the black musician. He single-handedly destroyed the Rat Society, and in the old den of the Tianzhu people, he turned Pu Su Po into an idiot, and it is said that even the unfathomable professor suffered a big loss at his hands.

All those who stood on his hostile side were tortured to death at the hands of this guy......

Now let yourself solve him?

"Afraid of what?!"

Alberto was furious: "No matter how powerful Sherlock Holmes is, he is just a liar who plays tricks and tricks! A black musician of the Psychic faction, have you heard of any other abilities besides scaring people?"

Red Eye has already said that he hasn't even broken through the barrier of knowledge, and I'm afraid that even the ability to worship the evil god is sparse. The only thing you rely on is that it will scare people, as long as you are not afraid of him, what can he do with you?

No matter how well he controls people's hearts, can he still control demons?"

Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, faintly relaxed, but there was always a layer of gloom lingering in his heart. Is it really that simple?

He wasn't sure.

He took two deep breaths, made up his mind, turned and pushed the door away, only to see a pale face standing in front of the door.

Lorenzo's face was reflected in those eyes full of fear, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh no, sir, no!"

The subordinate reported in a trembling voice, and his face turned pale: "It's all out of control......! What to do?!"

"What crazy are you talking about?" Alberto glared at the intruding subordinate, "What the hell is going on?"

"It's Sherlock Holmes. It's Sherlock Holmes!"

The man replied tremblingly, "A few minutes ago, all the guards in the ward section disappeared. I don't know what that guy did, everyone we went in disappeared and didn't hear back. Only screams came from within, our people...... All of them are dead!"

For a moment, Lorenzo's knees shook and he collapsed to the ground:

"Sherlock Holmes?!" -

Ten minutes ago, in the white light.

There was silence in the ward. Even the sound of breathing was stifled in the thick smell of disinfectant.

"Count the time, they should be coming soon, right?"

Ye Qingxuan walked slowly in the silent corridor. Looking around at the iron bars on both sides, behind the iron bars, a pair of dull eyes looked at him, and there was no brilliance in the pupils of his eyes, only numbness, strangeness and emptiness.

These people are still alive, but their bodies have been transformed into demons. The memory is shattered, the heart is in the abyss, and it is still alive, but life is worse than death.

"It's horrible. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I can't even find the slightest trace of people." ”

No excitement, no sadness. There is no rage or desolation, only the breath like a walking corpse, and it is just a simple life.

Really, not even a single residue remains?

In the silence, his pocket watch was pressed, and his voice was crisp.

"All things are bleak, but the tree of life is evergreen. ”

Ye Qingxuan chanted softly, and his pupils lit up.

In his hand, Jiuxiao Huanpei suddenly trembled, playing a soft melody. In the faint and warm rhythm, the water vapor converges from all directions, turns into a thought line and spreads in all directions.

At the end of the first measure, followed by the second, the ethereal melody suddenly changes, all the scales jump forward at the same time, and the second measure begins!

As Charles said, this is the difficulty of geometric multiples, and the invisible water vapor lines suddenly trembled, split in two, spread again, and extended in all directions.

Double the range!

The aftermath of the second measure has not yet dissipated, and the cycle of the third measure begins again, and the faint melody becomes faintly clear, turning from a whisper into a spring of water, flowing in the air.

The lines of thought grew and spread again, and one hundred and forty-six lines spread in the wind, extending in all directions.

Ye Qingxuan's hand trembled, but the sound of playing did not stop.

The fourth measure begins immediately after that, and the ether fluctuates, and in the midst of this flowing melody the lines of thought are rapidly extended, growing, passing through the fence, winding around every living creature, growing, growing!

In the fifth measure, the melody wafted through the air, looming a sonorous and high-pitched tune, even if it was the same melody, but the syllables were climbing step by step, towards a higher place!

Section 6!

The crisp melody is no longer as ethereal as before, and the gradually intensifying melody echoes in the wind, suddenly adding a sense of awe.

Like an irresistible fate, it slowly moved forward, spreading in all directions, from the inaudible to the dense rain sprinkling, the spirituality sleeping in the melody was slowly reviving, awakened by the boy, until this time, the melody had changed from ethereal and faint, to the high-pitched melody of the marching army!

Sweat appeared on Ye Qingxuan's forehead, even with the assistance of the Twin Snake Timepieces, such a huge amount of ether operation would inevitably make him too nervous.

In fact, by the fifth measure, he had reached his limit. But he didn't expect that he would be able to hit the sixth measure.

Sixfold growth!

At this moment. Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had incarnated into an invisible giant beast, and his will spread in all directions with hundreds of meters of thought lines!

He felt the complex buildings of the entire Arkham Asylum, the frenzied aether fluctuations coming from the lowest floor, and the sound of heavy footsteps surrounding the wards.

It was a thug with a sharp blade, or a musician with aether fluctuations on his body, and his eyes were murderous and ruthless.

They were commanded. You have to bury yourself here.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes again, stared at the iron bar, looked at the pair of numb pupils, and suddenly asked softly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you really willing to be a test subject?"

No one responded, but he couldn't help laughing, his voice full of implicit anger: "You would rather be trapped on an iron bed and thrown away. Just transformed into a demon...... Is it just rotting and dying in obscurity?

If you look at the way you are now, you can't even feel your anger, not even the slightest fear or joy has anything to do with you.

Are you really willing?"

In the silence, behind the bars, those dull eyes stared blankly at the figure of the young man, as if they could not understand, as if they did not understand what was in his words.

No one responded.

They just smiled sluggishly and drooled. Curled up in their own cage.

Bang!

There was a roar, and the floodgates slammed open. Figures that exuded frenzied malice rushed out from behind the door, bows and crossbows or swords, and their eyes were cold.

At the slightest command, they will swarm and turn the enemies in front of them into hornet's nests, or slash them into pulp.

After the crowd. There were also several black-robed figures, with chaotic aetheric fluctuations spreading from their bodies, as if something was brewing.

They stared coldly at the besieged black musician, watching for his weakness from the safest place, waiting for a single blow.

More than a hundred guards. Sixteen crossbow arrows, and four musicians.

Even if he didn't have to think about it, Ye Qingxuan knew that he seemed to be in a desperate situation.

But when looking around at those indifferent faces, Ye Qingxuan's eyes had no fear, only faint indifference and pity.

As if the identities were reversed at this moment, the high inquisitor cast cold eyes from the clouds and asked softly:

"Have you repented of your sins?"

The hoarse voice spread through the silence, lingering in everyone's ears, as if it came from the bottom of their hearts.

At that moment, everyone felt that they were hallucinating, and looked at the questioning figure with stunned eyes.

When they saw it, Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his arm, and the cane in his palm fell towards his feet!

Collapse!

The melody of mourning suddenly rises!

It was a song of mania and despair, like a melody of despair falling into the abyss. The sharp, shattering melody burst out like nails, echoing between the walls.

In the void, a roaring sound sounded.

That's a black river rushing in!

Just around Ye Qingxuan's body, the thousands and hundreds of long thoughts trembled suddenly, swimming like living creatures, covering the entire ward area, passing through layers of obstacles, drilling through air windows, iron bars, and cracks, and finally piercing into the brains of those who were sleeping.

Immediately after, the melody of despair roared!

The melody of judgment turned into a black river rushing into the void, and along the spreading lines of thought, poured into the muddy minds.

It's like a fire falling into a dry jungle, igniting fallen leaves, igniting dead branches, igniting a dead tree, followed by a second, a third, a fourth.

And even in the end, the entire huge black jungle was bathed in this frenzied fire!

Right next to Ye Qingxuan, behind the iron bar, the sluggish man's body shook, hugged his head, and let out a painful scream.

In the layers of iron bars, the screams are coming out, one after another!

Those who were asleep were awakened, those numb pupils trembled, and those empty expressions distorted.

Stung by fear, tormented by despair, awakened from slumber by that angry melody.

Fragmented memories involuntarily emerge from his eyes.

That's right, recall, recall......

Remember what those people did to you. Recall the pain and despair that you have experienced.

Recall the anger and madness that precipitated deep in the soul!

Even the nerves were ignited in this crazy melody.

Behind the bars, the imprisoned figures trembled involuntarily, falling into the nightmare of the past. They scream and cry, or let out angry roars!

Those memories and pains that were sleeping in the broken brain woke up, converged along the thought line, poured into Ye Qingxuan's brain, and merged into the surging black river.

The black river shook and changed again. In the river, countless painful faces rise and fall, and the dark memories that form the river are clearer than ever.

It was the river that gathered all the desperate memories, and at this moment, it almost condensed into substance, rushing around Ye Qingxuan's body.

Just one step away, you can resonate with Dayuan, from illusion to reality!

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan saw it. The pain, the anger, and the despair in their hearts...... The same despair as the former self.

Lying on the operating table involuntarily, the anger of the road to the future cut off!

Bang!

In the cage, the emaciated man held his head, wept bitterly, and hung the wall in pain, his eyes bloodshot. His palms scratched unconsciously. The iron bars were sliced, leaving deep cracks in the walls and the ground.

The spirits that had been immersed in nightmares awakened. Roar!

Scarlet eyes.

Just after a snap of his fingers, the musician in the crowd finally realized that his expression turned pale: "Kill him! Kill him! He is in tune with these modifiers......

"It's late. ”

Ye Qingxuan sneered, and raised his palm under the gaze of those angry eyes behind the iron bar: "Next, it is time for you to repent of your sins!"

Rumble!

A deformed, swollen woman broke through the bars and broke out. The gills behind his ears shook violently, and there was a sharp sound, and the sound of substance spread like a knife and axe, and everything in its path was cut into pieces.

beside her. The guards, caught off guard, were swept into a scream, shattered in an instant.

Immediately after, a roar sounded from all directions.

Behind the cage, those empty pupils re-raised, and the anger and madness rippled in the pupils!

Three hundred and twelve reformants suddenly burst out of their cages at this moment, frantically devouring the uniformed enemies.

Even if I lost my memory, I still remember the unforgettable hatred, the appearance and dress of those people, the contemptuous eyes, and the hideous smile on the corner of my mouth.

The bone-covered transformers broke through the cage, and in the rush of arrows and axes, they burst into the crowd, and their fangs bit down on a person's throat, rolling all over the ground, and the beastly nature implanted in their bodies awakened with rage, and they learned what killing was.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of the bars shattering continued to sound, and the frenzied test subjects, guided by the black melody, rushed towards the guards who were caught off guard, avenging their pain and despair!

Siren Transformation, Bone Ape, Blood Nightmare, Hyena ...... The altered beings with inhuman deformed organs on their bodies screamed and pounced into the enemy, risking their own lives and attacking them in a near-doomed manner.

In an instant, the miserable white light was covered with a layer of blood red, and the sound of flesh and bones breaking sounded one after another.

It's a feast of vengeance!

Under the leadership of Ye Qingxuan, the group of irrational reformers gathered into a crowd, extinguished those enemies who were crying and fleeing, and swarmed up, venting their hatred heartily!

Until finally, the entire blood-stained space was full of mess, and there was no sound.

Silence returned.

Ye Qingxuan stood in a pool of blood.

The frenzied beasts turned their heads and stared at the only living person still standing in a pool of blood at this moment, looking at the pair of black pupils.

Until at last they lowered their crazy faces, prostrated themselves on the ground, and bowed down before him. They received the melody from the black river and the guidance from the depths of their hearts.

"Welcome to the Black Parade. ”

In a pool of blood, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stared at the figures kneeling at his feet, looked at the surrendered beasts, and softly promised:

"-I promise, it's going to be your night of revenge!" (To be continued......)