"What do you want to do with the Royal Orchestra?"

Ye Qingxuan regretted this question as soon as he asked it, because this guy's face was full of confusion, and he was full of surprise, 'What?

Completely unaware of anything!

So what's the use of you!

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the broken alarm under his feet vibrating violently, and there was a strange sound faintly.

The sound was heard far away in an instant, making his expression gloomy.

"No, it's not me!"

Seeing Ye Qingxuan's face change, Herbs screamed in shock: "I didn't trigger it! It's someone else's alarm, someone else's!"

The cane on his throat pressed down, making him almost suffocate, and a hoarse voice came:

"You have five seconds to explain. ”

"This alert is linked to another trigger trap, and I don't understand what's going on......"

Herbs exclaimed incoherently, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know, there must be, there must be someone else who followed us into this place!"

Nonsense! I'm not!

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and suddenly heard a faint vibration and collision sound from the ground above his head, and understood what he meant: It seems that someone has the same idea as himself?

Whatever the case may be, you don't have much time left for yourself.

He looked down at Herbers with tears streaming down his face, and let out a sigh of involuntarily.

Seeing his appearance, Herbs was stunned, as if he understood something, and exclaimed: "Don't kill me, I can hand over the secret cultivation technique of my Chant faction to you...... I can also give you money, I have sixty thousand green gold in the account of the Order, sixty thousand!"

He looked at the boy's face. Trying to squeeze out a flattering look: "I've heard of you, you're a vengeful spirit, aren't you? You don't kill people......"

"Yes, you heard that right. I can let you go. ”

The boy lowered his eyes and slowly withdrew the cane that was resting on his throat. Herbs was ecstatic, but then he felt a palm on his forehead.

"Just. Following those black musicians, you have done so many things against your will, do you really have a clear conscience?" The young man's voice was merciful, with a kind of indifference from the bottom down:

"I let you go, will those who died at your hands let you go?"

Herbs froze, his eyes full of joy changed, and the sneer and reverence vanished, gloomy and vicious. He looked up at the boy. His gaze was pulled in by the pupils of the young man.

Those eyes ...... It was like the pain of hell, it was spitting fire, the resentment of the dead was burning vigorously, glowing with a palpitating color—and then a black river came and swallowed him.

In the midst of that mournful melody, Herbs fell on his back, plunged into an endless nightmare.

Ye Qingxuan slowly withdrew his palm. Turn and leave.

After taking two steps, his steps paused. Suddenly turned around, but saw that in the same place, Herbers, whose reason had collapsed, kept twitching, but the shell turned stiff gray little by little, and in the end, he did not move.

-- Petrochemical.

The strange change made Ye Qingxuan frown. He didn't know that his music still had this strange function.

If it weren't for you, there would be only one answer......

In the darkness, the boy looked around, and the sound of wind came from the darkness, chuckling with nothingness.

Like since he entered Shadow of Avalon. Someone had been staring at him quietly, rejoicing at him, worrying about him, and applauding his performance.

Maybe it's an illusion, or maybe it's not.

In this evil place, it was not uncommon for anything to happen, and he decided not to scare himself anymore.

As he crawled out of the narrow entrance, he found himself in the backyard of the Royal Orchestra - it used to be a garden, but it was not.

Only a shriveled and stiffened rhizome was stuck in the dirt, like a strange handicraft made of wire in the faint light.

Lights, there's lights here.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the wind lantern hanging on the wall not far away, the light was faint, and the lampshade was already full of dust, as if it had been burning for thousands of years.

In the dim light, there is an unsettling aura in the desolate garden.

Ye Qingxuan identified the traces in the dirt, found the information that someone had left, and a few traps for alarms - it seemed that the group of black musicians were really cautious, and after arranging for people to sentry, they left a few traps.

Especially underneath the ordinary-looking traps, the Nian Line detected a chain of explosive traps filled with enough aether to blow half of the garden into the air.

Just as he was tiptoeing through the trap area, he suddenly felt a sudden shock to the earth, and there was a roar from the gate in the distance, and the shock almost set off the trap, and Ye Qingxuan's face turned white with fright!

It would be really miserable to die here for such an inexplicable reason.

He scrambled to safety, closed his eyes and meditated, his thoughts converging in the same place, drifting in the direction from which the roar came in the breeze.

After bypassing many buildings, the length of the reading line is as long as the scene can be felt.

The instantaneous induction was immediately broken without warning.

The water vapor line was evaporated by the terrifying force that remained on the scene.

Ye Qingxuan's forehead shook suddenly, as if he had been hit by a hammer, he opened his eyes, and was covered in cold sweat: at that moment, he didn't see anything, only felt a darkness like mist.

The darkness is burning.

If he hadn't cut off the induction at the same time, I'm afraid that the burning would rush into his mind along the thought line, and it would be fun then......

If you die because of this, I'm afraid it can still be ranked among the 100,000 ways to die in "Shadow of Avalon", provided that there are really descendants who are painful enough to arrange such a book.

It is clear that the hasty actions of the House have attracted a very terrifying big thing.

It was frantically pounding the enchantment around the Royal Orchestra, and the enchantment that had long been unpresided over would probably not last long under that kind of impact.

Time must be running out for himself and the group of black musicians in the House.

So, what exactly do those guys want to do?

Around Ye Qingxuan's body, the moonlight lit up again, making his figure so thin that it was difficult to detect. He followed the trail and chased after it quickly......

He couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of being able to plug in a leg in such a lively matter, stir it up, and feed some to those guys!-

In the gloomy buildings, the dim moonlight flew by.

Lola had applied to him what was obviously a rather high-level illusion, and there was an interference-level music theory in it—the so-called distortion level. It is already the top of the resonance stage, from the 'resonance' of the musician and the world, to the limited 'interference' with reality, to the 'distortion' of reversing the rules of physics - the power of this stage is almost the top of the musician's path, and beyond it is the unattainable scepter and the path of saints.

Lola, in particular, still takes the path of illusion manifestation, being able to transform reality and illusion at will, and then extend upwards, she can enter the realm of 'nothing' and 'non-nothing'.

This is a difficult road to follow. But the power is also terrifying.

The moonlight covered his body, as if he was being pulled into another world, and there was no obstacle to this world.

While it was violently consumed, it also constantly passed through various barriers and barriers, and most of the barriers erected by the Royal Orchestra were as if they did not exist in front of it.

It's just that along the way, his heart became colder and colder, and he unconsciously became more and more cautious.

His current location has entered the core perimeter of the Royal Orchestra, which should be the side hall. In this ancient building. Even though it has long been lifeless, it is still lit with a dim light.

Burned after I don't know how many years. There was still some kerosene left in the lamp, which was clearly out of the ordinary. However, the black zone has always been a place to break away from common sense, which is strange but not unacceptable.

It's just that along the way, he didn't meet anyone at all.

People have not touched it, but they have seen a lot of things that have seen ghosts.

Like what. Stone.

Whether it is in the backyard, in the garden, in the corridors of the building, or even in the servants' lounge, you can see lifelike stone statues everywhere.

They were smiling and standing in different places, still maintaining the momentary movements. It's like being transformed into stone at the same moment. There was no horror on his face, but a strange smile on his face.

You can even move your eyes.

From afar, they seemed to see through Ye Qingxuan's disguise, their petrified pupils twisted over, and there was nothing in their empty eyes, just looking at his face.

Watch him come, watch him leave.

Although they obviously didn't make any moves, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel chills in his heart - what the hell is going on with these ghosts?!

Along the way, traces of brute-force cracking can be seen everywhere. There was no shortage of broken stone statues in the middle of the road, and from the cracks flowed dark red sand, which fluttered in the wind and seemed to dance in the dim light.

Ye Qingxuan covered his mouth and nose and bypassed it from a distance.

With his understanding of architectural engineering and his familiarity with the Royal Musicians, Ye Qingxuan's progress caught up and went around to the front of the group of black musicians - thanks to Ye Lanzhou

Ye Lanzhou didn't mix in the Royal Musicians Troupe for a long time, but he took his son with him wherever he went, and Ye Qingxuan even remembered how to walk from the conference room to the toilet.

However, the more he remembered them as they were, the more uneasy he became—all the costumes on those stone statues were those of servants or nobles. Not a single one wore the dress uniform of the Royal Orchestra.

So, where did the musicians who were supposed to be here go?

In the midst of his hurried walk, he suddenly paused in his footsteps and looked up at the wall, where the clock had long ceased to turn, as if it had stopped forever at that moment.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

8:10......

Ye Qingxuan silently recalled this time in his heart, compared with the direction of the group of black musicians in the house, and finally locked the destination in his heart.

-- Banquet hall on the third floor.

"Thousands of miles away, come here to have a banquet and a picnic while the meal is ready?"

He looked at the stairs and couldn't help but whisper, "Are you idle and panicked?"

Rumble!

In the direction of the vestibule, a roar was heard.

Smoke rose, and the smell of rotten iron sand came from the cold wind.

The barrier is finally broken. (To be continued.) )