There was silence in the fog, and no one responded.

Naberis seemed to hear the boy's swear words, and spread his hands more and more happily: "It seems that you have no escape? Why are you still obsessed with your own prejudices, why don't we work together towards a better future?"

Come on, let me play you a waltz and let's dance to this melody!"

In his hands, the heart-beating instrument swelled, twisted, and turned into a horn-like shape. Holding the strange instrument in his hand, he enthusiastically declared:

"Below, please enjoy the music brought to you by Naberis.

- "The Scarlet Danube"!

In the silence, the wind suddenly appeared. The horn was blown with all its might, and the sound of the horn sounded, and at first it curled and spread in all directions with a hint of scarlet aura.

In a soft and eerie melody like the whispers of a ghost. The sound of the trumpet shook and rose suddenly, and then a melodious melody like a river sounded from the void.

It was a stirring of musical notes, countless notes overlapping each other and bursting out into an elegant and gentle melody.

It's a piece that requires dozens of musicians to play in the same key, but now, with the power bestowed on him by the Hundred Eyes, it's like he has a hundred hands and a hundred fingers in his hands, playing that layered melodious tune that makes people want to step into it and dance to that melody.

But the melody is eerie at the moment, like bones hugging and dancing in the tomb, embracing death.

This is no longer the original resonant music, but a dark melody transformed by a black musician.

During the festival, witches and devotees would hug and mingle with each other in this melody, dance wildly with their bones in their hands, and dedicate everything they had to the Great Spirit.

In the midst of this elevated melody, the fog that filled the surroundings all the time was forcibly dispelled. Immediately after, a blood-colored river meandered from the void.

It was not a road of blood, but a Danube river that was full of bones, stained with death and corpses!

The melody ravaged the minds of all living creatures and robbed them of their will. Forcibly pull all souls into the realm of darkness.

And in the midst of the melody, the river of blood boiled, and countless illusory figures came out of it and danced to the melody.

Naberis bent slightly, stretched out his hand, and a white lace glove palm reached out of the blood-colored Danube and rested on his hand.

As he retreated, the figure of the girl in a pure white wedding dress was led out of the river of blood by him, and her posture was enchanting and pure. It's like a girl attending a wedding.

But the girl was clearly a rotting skeleton, and even a withered wreath on her head could not rejuvenate her ugly face.

With a distinctly happy and eerie smile, she threw herself into Naberis's arms, took his hand, and danced with him.

This is the spirituality contained in this movement, the soul of the dark movement.

With her appearance, the overture finally ended, and the surging blood Danube swept in all directions. Stormed the dungeon and swallowed everything in its path.

Countless skeletal girls in wedding dresses crawled out of it. Warmly and tenderly 'invite' all living creatures to join them in their dance of death!

"Still can't you hide?"

In the midst of the eerie dance, Naberis asked hoarsely, "Mr. Holmes, do you just allow me to do as I please? ”

The melody rose suddenly, and again, and Naberis laughed and sang passionately with the melody:

"Ahh You are sentimental, you are young, you are beautiful, you are gentle and kind-hearted, you are like gold in a mine. True love awakens there, by the Danube, by the beautiful bloody Danube!"

Boom!

The river of blood shook suddenly, interrupting Naberis's singing, causing him to look at the vibrating river of blood with a sudden turn of face. A crack appeared in the blood-colored river.

The rift was like a claw mark, and the frantic scratch tore through the river of blood, and the river of blood surged, but no matter what, it could not heal the terrible scratch.

It was as sharp as a blade, almost tempered to the point of indescribable pure killing intent, like the fury roar of a dying dragon.

Long Wei?!

Naberis was stunned: Who is it......

Then, in the darkness, the hoarse voice of the teenager was heard.

"Thank you for the dance, friend. ”

He smiled, indescribably cheerful: "It's a pity that I already have a dance partner." ”

In the darkness, a fierce murderous aura swayed in, and the girl in the wedding dress who crawled out of the river of blood was torn to pieces.

Dog's breakfast!

"Ripper ......" -

In the dark dungeons, blood flows.

In the layers of shackles, the bruised teenager hugged the ripper in the layers of shackles.

The invisible and qualitative killing intent condensed into a knife and axe and slashed at his body, but it was resisted by layers of shields, and it did not tear him apart, but only left a tragic scar of skin and flesh.

The pain was terrible, and it was only now that he could finally understand the pain that the Ripper endured every moment.

All along, the few pieces of defensive equipment that had been snatched from those black musicians one after another were completely unable to resist the strong killing intent on the Ripper.

Even if it is not stimulated, it is better than a thousand cuts.

Had it not been for the instinctive protection of the Lord with the top hat on his head, the 'Holy' movement had maintained a minimum of survival, otherwise he would have died too much by now to die any more.

He endured the pain and looked down at the ripper in front of him.

I couldn't see her face clearly, and behind that red-stained veil, there was only a pair of chaotic and empty pupils, as if she was in a nightmare.

"I don't know who you really are, but it's not a good feeling to be controlled by King Arthur or the Hundred Eyes, right?"

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly: "In the face of tyranny, it is useless to just endure it, only by resisting can you win freedom for yourself!"

In the midst of the eerie and eerie dance music, he paused, and a smile squeezed out of his face with painful convulsions: "...... The dance music has already begun, don't keep the guests waiting. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand. He clenched her cold wrist and whispered in her ear:

"-Dance with me, Miss Murderer!"

On the rippling blood-colored Danube, among the layers of shackles and shackles, Ye Qingxuan held her hand tightly and pulled her to take the first step.

Boiling murderous intentions burst out in all directions. Disrupted the swept river, tearing the blood brides around them to shreds.

First of all, half of Ye Qingxuan's body was covered with wounds, and his face was dripping with blood.

But his movements didn't stop, and in the cold and weird melody, Ye Qingxuan guided her to step on the beat and gently whirl. In the pupils of his eyes, the moonlight lit up:

"Let me see what you're in. What the hell is hidden?"

In an instant, the moonlight is like a bridge, and the same tone begins!

If Lola had been here, she would have slapped him and scolded him for not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Of all the factions' synchrony techniques, the synchrony of the Psychic faction is the most dangerous.

It represents the collision and fusion between the two minds, and if the difference in strength between them is too large, the slightest carelessness will completely crush one of them. And in tune with the crazy will of the Ripper. 100% will be infected by that terrifying emotion.

That is, the madman went from one to two.

Pity. Ye Qingxuan's death is not once or twice, and besides, if you are crazy...... He didn't seem to have calmed down since deciding to return to Avalon.

How can the guy who tried to overturn the case of the No. 1 traitor of human beings be a normal person?

In an instant, he passed through the Ripper's torn defenses and entered her will. Just for an instant. He was almost overwhelmed by the negative emotions that were everywhere like a tidal wave.

No, it's hopeless.

Rao is as firm as him, and he instantly has an urge to give up: because the ripper is really completely hopeless.

The moonlight supported his will, and he saw the situation of the Ripper at this moment: in the heart of the Ripper, there was a huge will that was spreading rapidly.

It's an ocean of negativity. It was the power of the curse of the Hundred Eyes. Anger, fear, jealousy, greed, recklessness, cowardice...... The negative emotions that can be contained in the human heart continue to appear one after another.

And the Ripper is already powerless to fight back.

His will was already on the verge of splitting, and at this moment, under the erosion of negative emotions, it has completely lost control.

Stimulated by negative emotions, power is constantly awakening and appearing...... It's just that the power is too huge, so big that it can't be controlled by itself, and it's just a futile attempt to vent its anger.

Ye Qingxuan had a toothache: This guy shouldn't really be possessed by King Arthur, right? What did you do to get to this point?

Where is the power of this thing that has swelled to the limit?

It's clearly a curse!

Now, they are entangled in the same place, and they are inseparable! It's like a mentally ill person who was already on the verge of splitting suddenly has a more serious mental illness......

Crazy on crazy, sick on sick!

The strength of the Hundred Eyes is not strong, it can be said that even Ye Qingxuan can extinguish any part of it at will. But the most terrible thing about that curse is that it perishes and comes alive.

It doesn't have an ontology, and it doesn't have a core to extinguish. Thousands of negative emotions come and go, intertwined into a dark chaos.

It is this piece of chaos.

Even if there is only a trace of residue left, it can be revived in an instant.

At this moment, Chaos has infected more than sixty percent of the will, and it can be said that it is close to a great victory.

The disease is not curable!

Seeing this situation, Ye Qingxuan only felt that his brain hurt: there was no way, at this stage, he was simply lacking in skills, and he couldn't be saved by any medicine.

Moreover, if you rush into it with your willpower, you will only be attacked from both sides, and the best result is to be assimilated into a part of it.

At that time, I am afraid that it will be worse than becoming a black musician, and I can only have no bones left!

On his body, his expression twitched, complicated and ugly: it's not that he doesn't want to save it, at this stage, he can't be saved by any medicine.

Unless the Ripper reawakens himself and truly masters the power in his body...... But was that possible? If it could, she wouldn't have gone berserk and gone mad and killed people in Whitechapel.

Well, there is only one way left.

"I'm so sorry. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I'm not a serious psychiatrist, I only learned a bunch of half-hearted music theory. If you fall into my hands, you will be unlucky. ”

In a fleeting moment, with the flick of his fingers, the boy had already reopened his eyes.

"Grit your teeth!"

He looked at the empty-eyed girl in front of him, and slammed his forehead against her head: "Let's try my home remedy of fighting poison with poison!"

(To be continued.) )