How far can you escape?

Of course, you can run as far as you can!

After escaping from Naberis's interference zone, Ye Qingxuan's heart had returned to normal and was no longer beating like crazy, but his condition was still not much better.

It can be said that it is miserable.

There is a very popular movement among the Black Musicians called Demon Murmur. It can cause the aether to vibrate, releasing terrifying sounds that humans cannot hear. In the midst of that sound, the capillaries under the skin of all living beings burst. The internal organs will also be disturbed by sound waves, and they will run in disorder, and finally the internal explosion will make the whole person swell into a giant on the outside because of the bursting of blood vessels, but the inside has rotted into a pulp.

Naberis's move was in no way inferior to its effect, and even more targeted than it was - acting directly on the heart sound, not reaching the level of resonance, and not even a way to resist.

I'm afraid I'm bleeding internally now.

In addition to the stimulants and hemostatic drugs that strengthen his strength, he poured the healing potions given by Lola without money, as if he were drinking water.

The side effect of the large number of potions was a blurred mind, and he was now completely drunk, unable to maintain the sanity he was proud of.

In fact, he was able to escape, and it had nothing to do with his own sanity.

On the contrary, after being ignored by him for a long time, the coat that has gradually become useless recently - the dungeon gentleman. This piece of equipment carefully crafted by Charles is not alchemy equipment, and even the quality can only be said to be average, and it can only provide defense for key parts.

But its essence is Charles' masterpiece of mechanical dynamics, a simplified metal skeleton - iron bone - close-fitting. After fusing the Chainsaw Monk's technique, it was able to provide Ye Qingxuan with dozens of times more strength than ordinary people, making up for his fatal physical deficiencies.

Also here, saved his life.

He had no strength. Thankfully, Naberis's Voice Interference didn't work for steel. Relying on the assistance of the 'iron bone', he climbed out of the range of upper heart sound interference with difficulty.

Don't look at the cheap brother who is usually unreliable, he can really save his life when it is critical......

Ye Qingxuan had never thanked Charles so sincerely, in his heart, Charles had simply become a little angel with a halo on his head and two chicken wings behind his back.

Little Angel Charles...... Hey. Thinking about it this way, it's quite emotional.

Slow thinking, erratic, and difficult to concentrate, which is also one of the side effects, Ye Qingxuan felt like he had knocked on a 'mandala', and various illusions began to appear in his mind uncontrollably.

In the thick fog, he staggered through the streets, relying on all his geographical wisdom to avoid the demons that roamed the streets, instinctively looking for a safe place.

All the way. Danger is everywhere, and every step is terrifying. Several times I brushed shoulders with a shuddering breath. He hid in the darkness, not daring to see what kind of demon was roaming the streets.

I don't know how long it took, but his footsteps finally stopped.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he had run to the riverbank in Midtown in Shadow of Avalon, to the safest place in his subconscious.

-Royal Academy of Music-

"But what the is this place?"

In a thick fog. The boy raised his head and looked at the faintly large building in front of him. The building, with its hideous shadows, was hidden in the fog, like a crouching beast.

The gate had been pushed open by some force, and it seemed as if there had been a battle around it, and the corpses of demons were everywhere. Among them, there were many monsters that Ye Qingxuan was terrified after seeing them.

A line of bloody footprints walked into what should have been the Academy......

And that place that was supposed to be the Royal Academy of Music, behind the high walls. Only layers of burnings rose like a forest and stretched out into the sky.

In the bleak mist, it was like a dark ghost, binding the soul.

If Ye Qingxuan didn't guess wrong, what he saw was not the Royal Academy of Music. Rather, it was hundreds of years ago, during the time of King Arthur, when the Royal Academy of Music had not yet been established.

But no one ever said what it was like here in the first place.

Ye Qingxuan now knows.

- It's clearly a prison!

In the bleak and thick fog, the darkness gradually spread.

In the silence, after Ye Qingxuan walked in the door, he saw the gloomy buildings sleeping in the thick fog, as well as the dried blood on the ground, the wreckage discarded after torture, the weeds everywhere and the scenes of desolation.

The uniformed prison guards had long since died of old age, reduced to a pile of dry bones, lying on the ground, their long swords covered in patina, like crooked dead snakes.

Not so long ago, it was a lair of demons.

Not anymore......

For they were all dead now, scattered here and there, blood covering every inch of the floor and walls.

It's like going through some kind of tragic battle......

What the hell is this?

Ye Qingxuan's heart was completely cold, and he couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and sigh: What is this?

Although I know that my luck has always been bad, but it is so bad...... I'm afraid it's no longer precedented, right?

His heart twitched, and the pain spread. Stunned, he heard approaching footsteps in the distance.

That damn black musician actually caught up again......

What method did he use this time? Since he was able to plant a hint in his heart unconsciously, he may not be able to leave traces of recourse.

Encountering this kind of old monster who has been stuck in the resonance level for sixty years and has accumulated so much that it is unreasonable, Rao is Ye Qingxuan boasts that he has a lot of means and excellent wisdom, and he suddenly has a helpless dazedness.

There's no time to hesitate.

He gritted his teeth and rushed into the ruins.

Since he is also dead if he runs away, and he is also dead if he stays where he is, why not choose a slower way to die?-

With a shrill voice, the old gate slammed open, and dust flew up one after another, sprinkling onto the boy's gray hair. Ye Qingxuan tried his best to close the iron door, leaned on the door tiredly, and looked up at the empty hall.

Under the dim and eerie light, there were wrecks everywhere.

Half dust, half blood.

Half of it is the decadent scene of the Tang Dynasty after thousands of years of decay, and half of it is the blood stained by the demon fight.

The bones of the prison guards who had died long ago were still sitting in their original positions, and the dry corpses were sitting upright, and the solemnity and dignity of the past could be vaguely seen.

The remains of the demons and the blood splashed on their bodies covered this layer of solemnity with blood, and it was extremely hideous.

On those withered faces, the dark eye holes seemed to stare at the sudden boy.

It seems that in the next moment, he will get up and draw his sword.

"What's the matter? Are you planning a Christmas party?"

Ye Qingxuan and them stared at each other with big eyes: "Do you want to add me one?" I still have a few new poker cards from Avalon to play here." ”

No one responded.

Of course, the group of corpses that had died a long time ago could not open their mouths to refute him, but they just maintained their original posture.

At the slightest touch, it shattered to the ground.

Ye Qingxuan saw this scene, his tense body relaxed slightly, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: What are you thinking? Is it really a mess?

Will the dead come back to death and kill themselves?

If that were the case, he should not be afraid, but should be ecstatic

The resurrection of the dead is a miracle that the school of Psalms has pursued for thousands of years. Second only to the great proposition of the change school 'villain in a bottle'.

He shook his head, banished the absurd thoughts, and hurried to follow the tragic aura left by the ripper.

Along the way, there are scenes of desolation everywhere, and there is no life at all. In this prison, which should have been turned into an academy, there is only one mess.

He looked around at the depraved scene, but he couldn't help but feel more and more worried: if this was a prison...... So what exactly is being held here?

Thousands of years later, the ...... who were once imprisoned here The ghost, is it still alive?

With a strong vigilance, Ye Qingxuan pushed open the door to the underground.

The dust fell in a pinch through his suddenly thinned figure and fell to the ground.

He carefully held up the lamp, illuminating the darkness. In the darkness, the dungeon was silent, except for the sound of dripping water.

He stepped up the stairs into the darkness.

In the doorway, the shriveled corpse of the prison guard tumbled down the steps, the head bouncing on the stone slab and finally shattering into three pieces. Visibly, the two empty eye holes rolled and rolled into the darkness of the cage with the fragments of the bones.

Everything was silent again.

The cages on either side were silent—there was nothing but dusty shackles and beds that had long since rotted to ashes.

For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. But in the darkness, suddenly there was a faint laughter.

Laughter......

The laughter came from the cage beside him.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head suddenly.

Then I saw myself. (To be continued.) )