221B Baker Street, Cemetery.

In the gloomy night, fog was thick.

This is the lowest level in all of Avalon. As the summer draws to a close, the sea breeze and currents have departed, and the area is covered in fog. Even in the daytime, it is extremely hazy.

Tonight's torrential rain seemed to weaken as it pierced through the mist, and the sound of the spilled on the ground was fine.

When the mud was soaked with rainwater, it became muddy, like a bubbling mire.

The carriage stopped at the door of the cemetery, and the ghost hand opened the door for him:

"He's waiting for you inside. ”

Ghost Hand said, "Don't let him wait too long. ”

"That's it, how long do you think I'll walk?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, put on his deer hunting hat, and swaggered into the cemetery.

In the empty cemetery, there is silence and few people.

Those faint shadows occupy the surrounding high points and entrances, sealing off the cemetery.

Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze and walked forward with the fragments of white flowers under his feet.

It was as if there was a funeral, but there were no priests or guests, only a master of ceremonies dressed in black robe standing next to the tomb, presiding over the ceremony.

Beside him, the open coffin, which was clearly covered with white petals and white brocade, was empty.

The master of ceremonies stood next to the coffin, looking at the tombstone, thinking in a daze. His men retreated in the distance, not daring to disturb his distraction.

But he doesn't look mysterious, and he doesn't look scary. Just an ordinary old man.

Exactly shaman.

"Whose funeral is this?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at the empty coffin and interrupted his contemplation with a loud voice.

"Hmm...... I haven't figured it out yet. ”

The shaman shook his head slowly: "Funerals are serious matters, and the identity of the protagonist is always the biggest mystery. ”

said. He turned his head, his eyes falling on the young and strange black musician.

"There are a lot of small gangs that will be agitated against my rule, and they are some troublesome little miscellaneous fish. I sent out six Assassins to clean them up, but I was looking forward to the first head to be brought back...... Who does it belong to?"

His cloudy eyes stared at the boy's face:

"-What do you think?"

"You might as well take your time and guess, spoilers for this kind of thing. There's no fun at all. ”

Ye Qingxuan responded coldly: "What did the famous shaman want to do when he came here to come here? Could it be that I should lie down in it too?"

The shaman was silent for a moment and laughed softly. Changed the subject: "It's always bad to talk about something bad when we meet for the first time, let's talk about something else."

Mr. Holmes, you. What do you think of the city?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "I don't know, I always feel that it looks like an old widow, moody, vicious and vicious." ”

"Well, almost. ”

The shaman nodded approvingly, but his expression became embarrassed: "But even if it is an old widow, it was once a radiant beauty."

At that time, it was in its prime of life, and it exuded tenderness and beauty from its bones.

The hero offers a sword to it. The musician celebrates its holiness and love. At that time, the King of Destiny still ruled his powerful kingdom, and the four seas were peaceful. Anglo stands in the westernmost part of the world.

But with the death of that man, everything changed. ”

He sighed, took out a cigar from his pocket and shook it at the young man, Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, he cut off one end by himself, lit it and enjoyed it.

In the rising smoke, his eyes also became blurred: "Mr. Holmes, let's talk about the past of this city."

I want to tell you about the city and the country that once it was, and his greatness and splendor. ”

Ye Qingxuan propped up his cane and listened to his ears-

"Did you know that it was just the end of the Dark Ages, the Golden Age of Human Revival, and King Arthur built this place in honor of his beloved Nymph of the Lake, the most brilliant pearl of the whole West, the wonderland on earth, Avalon!

He collected the most treasures of the world, countless poets, mighty knights, mighty legions, the most splendid brocades and the richest incense...... But even if the beauty of the whole world is piled up here, he can't express his love for the fairy in the lake.

- for all that he has comes from the gift of the fairy of the lake. ”

In the darkness, he speaks of the history hidden behind history, the past buried in the past.

It was a secret that was covered behind a veil.

"Before meeting the fairies of the lake, the great King Arthur was only a fisherman's son, a commoner.

But when he strayed into the Land of Shadows, he met the fairy in the lake. What happened in the middle is not to be pointed out, but the result is: Arthur gets her favor.

That's the most celebrated thing in the whole world, one of the so-called 'love' things. ”

The shaman laughed softly, as if mocking, as if admiring:

The fairy of the lake gave Arthur her love and strength, and he was invincible and expanded his territory. With the help of the Nymph of the Lake, he forged the Sword of the Stone, became an invincible powerhouse, created Anglo, and became the true King of Destiny!

It was his time, the Knights of the Round Table galloped above the sky, the demons retreated from the King of Knights, and even the natural disasters were expelled one by one. The western frontier of the human world is unprecedentedly safe and healthy.

Flowers are brocade, and the fire is cooking.

What a wonderful time, brilliant, great, worthy of all good words to praise it, like a fairy tale in a fairy tale. ”

"Later, everything changed. ”

The shaman paused, and his voice became hoarse: "Arthur is crazy, he was swallowed up by an excessively powerful force, and he fell into madness.

It's just that at that time, no one knew that the person who sat on the emperor's throne had turned into a madman.

As he grew older, he grew more and more disgusted with his son, who was younger than himself, and felt that he was stealing his life.

He drowned his eldest son in boiling oil, but when he woke up, he felt guilty and sad. Crying for three days, I can't grieve myself.

Suspecting that his wife was unfaithful to him, he ordered his men to strip her naked. Walking naked on the streets, accepting insults from all.

That street is still the way it was to this day, but some people have forgotten why it was called 'Queen's Road'.

In order to ensure that no one could threaten his supreme authority, he had most of the knights of the Round Table who were loyal to him executed. His relatives scraped those rights, ascended to the sky in one step, and became a man of men, which is the glorious blood of the empire.

In order to make yourself the king of kings. He could not even allow the existence of the Holy City, and he was desperate to accumulate strength for the destruction of the Holy City.

Until the end. The fairy of the lake also disappeared in response to his madness. The great Avalon, the City of Glory has degenerated into a ghost. ”

The shaman's voice was hoarse and eerie, exuding substance-like darkness and madness:

"At that time, the entire city was covered in his warped projections in the etheric realm. An eerie space that forms the shadow of Avalon.

In that world. The gallows were erected like a forest, the guillotine became a fountain, and the blood of blood meandered from the execution ground to beyond the city gates, turning into a path of blood.

In the end, the mad king Arthur rebelled and destroyed himself in his own expanding power. Only the blood of the curse was left behind, passed down from generation to generation.

This is the past and present life of this city, and she used to be beautiful. Radiant. But now, she has become a gloomy, fickle, dying madwoman. Staring at the cloudy eyes, he cursed the living with a venomous look.

All along, the external poison you see, the real scourge and cancer, the root cause, is the shadow hidden behind the city.

A bad fruit that was sown hundreds of years ago has now flowed endlessly......"

He sighed under his breath and snuffed out the cigar in his hand, his cloudy pupils full of emotion.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and asked softly:

"You're telling me this because you want me to give up my blood?"

The shaman shook his head, "No, it's just nostalgia for the city." If I want you to give up your blood, I'll be straight to the point. ”

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and sighed: "I didn't expect the shaman to be a person who worries about the country and the people." ”

"But all human beings always want to make their living environment better. Aren't you the same?"

The shaman said lightly: "Even if it is bad luck and bad fate, but all along, you have worked hard, haven't you?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent, but the shaman laughed.

"I think you've vaguely guessed something, right?" Mr. Holmes, or ...... Should I call another name?"

"I had thought about this possibility before, but now it is finally confirmed. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at the shaman in front of him, or rather, the 'old ghost' in his father's mouth: "I just didn't expect that the friend in my father's mouth turned out to be the former Dark Emperor." ”

"I didn't expect that the son of the demon hunter Moon Yin would be called the Black Musician. ”

The shaman patted him on the shoulder, full of embarrassment, "Ever since you returned to Avalon, I have kept my men on your radar.

Unexpectedly, it brought you such trouble. When I heard your melody, I knew it was you back. You're more than I thought."

"I'm more interested than that...... What did my father do back then that caused me to fall to this extent? ”

"I don't know. ”

The shaman spread his hands, "When he ran away in the middle of the road, I was still hiding in the Southern Islands to avoid the limelight, and I was too busy to take care of myself. By the time I reacted, I realized that he had disappeared and that you and your mother had been banished from Avalon. Unexpectedly, even the famous Lan ......"

"Don't say that name. ”

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him: "If we want to continue talking, don't say that name." ”-

The shaman was stunned, he stared at the young man's face, as if sensing the indifference and anger behind the gloomy eyes, and slowly shrugged his shoulders:

"Well, let's not talk. ”

He sighed, he originally wanted to say that there are still people who care about you and want you to go back after so many years...... But this child, most likely, will not go back.

After being betrayed once, who would trust the so-called family?

He was expecting to see Ye Qingxuan and say something about my past with your father, and that my uncle actually remembered you for so many years, so as to soothe his grief-stricken heart.

However, this is of no avail.

It never looks like it's going to be of much use.

He sighed, took a deep puff of his cigar, and sighed out the aftermath of the past: Ye Lanzhou, known as a peerless musician with unparalleled elegance and singing like the moon, has a son who seems to be made of iron.

Will he be relieved or sad that he is dead? (To be continued......