Ye Qingxuan's heart was already full of anger at this moment.

Regardless of the news that he had the Key to Avalon on him, the fact that the Rossi family wanted to kill him after persecuting him repeatedly had already made his eyes cold.

It seems that those guys still want to drive themselves to their death......

He was silent for long, and asked again:

"What's the matter with the butcher?"

There was anger in his tone, and the Rat King misunderstood something, and hurriedly shouted, "That's all the 'Professor' to blame!" I just wanted the corpse of that Oriental imp, but that slut hired a butcher and made a big deal out of it

As a result, everyone fought, and no one benefited!"

"Oh, professor......"

Ye Qingxuan chewed on that title, and couldn't help but recall the monster that brought him overwhelming fear that day, as well as the shadow beside him that was shrouded in black robes.

He is also a musician.

He thought about all these connections in his head, but he felt that there were still some important clues hidden in the fog. Cannot be chained into a line.

"If you want to find your way, you might as soon as possible......"

The Rat King's voice was a little gloating: "Yesterday we just received news that the shaman has returned.

He hated the black musician the most, and when he came to power, anyone who broke the rules would be hanged or immersed in the mire.

When the time comes, you will not be able to move an inch in the lower town. ”

The Rat King paused, and when he mentioned the name, a deep fear flashed in his eyes: "Now, I'm afraid the others are starting to panic, right?"

"You're so jealous of him?" said the dark shadow's tone with a faint mockery.

"You don't understand. You're an outsider, you don't understand. ”

The Rat King's expression was bitter: "The Shaman is not just a legend, he is an era in the Lower City, you know? He is the dark king of the past era......

At the height of the shaman's power, he controlled half of the dark world of Anglo through the lower city of Avalon. All people dreamed of kneeling down in front of the shaman and kissing his ring. Pledge allegiance to him.

Even the nobles can't help him, and the police department is full of his loyal dogs. If the royal family wants to wear silk pajamas, they also have to consult with him. For a time, he became the Shadow King of Anglo!

Some say he even met the Pope......

If it weren't for his mysterious disappearance later, I'm afraid that Xiacheng would still be his world now. ”

His eyes were full of unwillingness: "We people are for him. Just a rat nibbling on his leftover soup.

Even if the times have changed now, as long as he raises his arms, he doesn't know how many people want to follow him. If he does come back, everyone will have to kill him before he can take control of the situation......"

"He's not being hunted by the royal musicians. Did you escape?"

"The royal musician is his partner! Without that guy's black money, how can the royal musicians live a life of drinking and drinking?!"

Ye Qingxuan was silent, he didn't expect that the shaman's power would be so great.

Thankfully, the legendary King of Darkness was still trying to reclaim his power, and had not yet turned his attention to King Arthur's treasures......

"One last question. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, "Do you know who the 'old ghost' is?"

"Old ghost?" The Rat King couldn't help but want to laugh: "Are you kidding me?" Xiacheng called this nickname, not one thousand but eight hundred, how do I know which one you are talking about?!"

"Yes, that would be a pity. ”

A trace of regret flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, and he withdrew his gaze from him.

"You can go. He turned. He waved his hand coldly: "I'm not interested in you anymore." ”

The Rat King was stunned for a moment, a little incredulous, and then ecstatic, he didn't expect that this guy really intended to keep his promise.

But it was clear that he could live, but what was the matter with this unprecedented sense of humiliation?

He could feel the last thing the dark shadow looked at him.

Cold, contemptuous, and pitiful.

It's like looking at a fly, a bug, or something insignificant.

For him. Is he the kind of rat who can step on him at any time when he gets tired of it?!Even he disdains and takes his life......

You'll regret it!

His heart roared wildly: You will definitely regret it......

He crawled backwards with his hands and feet, stood up with the help of his men, and retreated away with his whole body on guard.

When you step out of the cemetery gate. He glanced back at his back again.

In the white moonlight, the shadowy shadow stood in the middle of the cemetery, staring down at a tombstone. It's like merging with the darkness of the whole cemetery.

Behind him, the moonlight cast a sharp shadow, dancing like a monster, and it was extremely hideous.

The Rat King looked at the unsuspecting shadow. After hesitating for a moment, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a thick fear and fear.

He abandoned the idea of an attack.

"You...... Who the hell is it?!"

He asked hoarsely, "Tell me your name! I want to know your name!"

Hearing his voice, the shadow in the darkness turned back and looked at him coldly. The look in the darkness made him creep.

It's like examining whether the mouse in front of him is qualified to make a name, full of arrogance and indifference.

Not a word.

The Rat King's face turned red, and he turned around in shame and left. But I heard a voice from behind.

"You can call me Sherlock. ”

In the dark, the young man who was actually racking his brains to make up a fake name looked down and saw the tombstone at his feet, so his eyes lit up and reported the name on the tombstone.

He said:

My name is Sherlock Holmes. ”――

When the Rat King left for a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't hold it anymore, and sat on the tombstone, panting heavily.

If the Rat King had been a few minutes late, he would have collapsed on the ground. Jumping over the stairs and unleashing a dark movement, his whole sanity was about to collapse.

On the side, Bai Xi hurriedly handed over a tube of green elixir to recover the elixir. Ye Qingxuan didn't have time to ask her how she came here, and after raising his head and drinking the potion, he gasped for a while. Only then did I feel my sanity slowly recover.

When he recovered, Bai Xi next to him became embarrassed, tiptoeing to escape, but he couldn't help but press a palm on his shoulder.

"Good evening. Little pot friend. Do you want to play games with your uncle?"

The boy's strange voice sounded in her ears: "Uncle, there are fun games here......"

Bai Xi felt a chill: "You, don't come here!"

"What's the matter? Now you know you're scared?"

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Then what are you doing running out in the middle of the night?"

"I—I'm not Bai Xi!"

The little girl covered her face: "You recognize the wrong person, my name is John! Uh, John Watson......"

"Its name came up pretty quickly, huh?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer, "Do you want to add another middle name, such as 'H' or something?"

"The names are all given by the parents, how can they change it!"

"Huh. Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "You pull it again?"

"I was wrong, cousin, I was wrong, I just wanted to do a favor......"

looked at her and suddenly became well-behaved again. With his hands folded and begging for mercy, looking at himself with blinking eyes, Ye Qingxuan felt that he couldn't get angry.

He sighed and held out his hand: "Something, bring it." ”

"Something, what is it?" Bai Xi showed a blank look: "I don't know anything!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, reached into her pocket, took out a palm-sized calfskin notebook, and shook it in front of her:

"Are you bold enough to be held on the head with a crossbow and not forget to go back to your old business?

Who promised me not to steal again?"

"I call it fighting evil with evil! Who told him to be so punctual in his posture?"

Bai Xi looked away weakly. whistling and looking innocent: "I'm just careless, and I'll ...... I took it out. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, opened the book, looked at the dense numbers on it, as if he thought of something, his expression became serious, and he carefully identified it.

Not far away, Lao Fei returned silently.

The big golden retriever sniffed the blood everywhere and wandered around the cemetery. As if visiting a shopping mall, he calmly and gracefully stepped over the corpses.

Until finally, his eyes lit up and he lowered his head. He picked up the thing and ran over with small steps. Place that little thing at the feet of Shirao.

Generously and elegantly, it gave this thing to its new number one little brother 'Bai Xi'.

Bai Xi was stunned for a moment, bent down, picked up the blood-stained mirror, and turned it over to the back. When I saw the relief of the gorgon on it, my eyes lit up.

- Gorgon's Mirror!

While Ye Qingxuan was concentrating on reading the book, she gestured 'shhh' to Lao Fei, and then put it in her pocket in a shy.

Anyway, it's just a small thing to embezzle, and the cheap cousin will definitely not care...... Let's -

Soon, Ye Qingxuan finished the notebook and had a rough impression of what was written in it. And he took it into his arms.

If the contents are really as you expected, then everything needs to be thought through and considered in the long run.

Just as he was holding Bai Xi's hand and preparing to leave, he heard a fainted man make a ** voice in the pit dug next to him.

In the midst of the fainting, he seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, convulsing in pain.

Ye Qingxuan still remembers him, his name is Hudson, an unlucky ghost who wanted to get out of the dark world but was captured by the Rat King.

I didn't expect him to be alive, but it just didn't look like he was far from death.

He thought for a moment, paused, and pressed his cane against Hudson's heart, like the sound of a river rushing through the strings

-- Notes, flowing.

With his Nine Rings, he stimulated the blood in Hudson's heart, pulling him back from the brink of a nightmare.

The nightmare dissipated, and Hudson woke up screaming and opened his eyes. He looked at the messy scene around him, and then looked at Ye Qingxuan's shadow, as if he understood something: "I'm ...... Dead?"

"You're alive. Ye Qingxuan said lightly.

"You saved me?"

"You only survived because of your luck. I just gave you a hand. While you're still conscious, go find a doctor, or you'll die. ”

Hudson was silent.

A bitter smile squeezed out of his blood-stained face: "Perhaps, for people like me, it's better to die?"

Even if they live, where can they go?"

He covered his face and choked in despair: "I fled so far in order to quit, I thought there would be a new life, but I was still caught."

On the way, I understood that jumping into the mud for a day will not wash it clean for the rest of my life...... I've done so many things against my will, and I've always had to pay for it. ”

"Then live, and spend the rest of your days repenting of what you have done. ”

"Can you be saved by repentance?" Hudson was hopeful.

"No, you can't. ”

The young man shook his head, he stared at the once bloody villain, his voice hoarse and indifferent: "You will live with guilt, and you will live in the haze of the past for the rest of your life, until you die."

But at least, you can try to be a good person. ”

After Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Hudson froze and fell silent.

He stared at the shadow that had turned away, and couldn't help but want to cry. It's like a great salvation.

"That's wonderful...... he knelt down in the blood-soaked earth and said goodbye to the shadow, "Thank you, sir." ”

In the distance, the shadow paused, looked back at him, and after a long time, withdrew his gaze.

"Thank you too. ”

He muttered softly. Perhaps it was the best he had ever heard in all his words these days.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xi asked softly, "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

"I've been baffling myself with a question these days, but now I'm realizing that the answer has always been in my mind. ”

In the dark, Ye Qingxuan laughed, relieved and satisfied: "It turns out that it is not meaningless to insist on being a good person. (To be continued.) )