I don't know when Ye Qingxuan was already asleep, but when he woke up, he found that there was already a red glow outside the window, and it was already evening.

It's an hour a day to let the wind out.

In the courtyard behind the high wall at sunset, the prisoners sat together in twos and threes, playing cards or chatting, and some of them were drinking tea and writing poems to the fallen leaves.

Watching them talk about poetry books and tea sipping, it feels like an aristocratic club.

But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt that the sense of disobedience was getting stronger and stronger.

It's like a group of five big and three thick horse bandits sitting in a pink room, dressing up their dolls and having a tea party.

The smile is gentle, and even the scar on the face reveals the taste of happiness.

And above the tower, the sound of an organ sounds.

It's not the music that drives the aether, it's just music.

The magnificent and melodious hymn melody echoed in the prison, full of ethereal and holy melody in the ears, making people suddenly realize the beauty and preciousness of life.

"What the hell is this?"

He frowned and muttered softly.

"You don't know yet?"

Not far away, the old man who was dozing in his wheelchair raised his eyes to look at him, and he couldn't help but mock: "This is the music prepared by the Holy City to cleanse the souls of us sinners.

Playing it occasionally, I hope that the beauty of music will make us realize the beauty of life and the greatness of justice...... That's probably it. After a long time, you'll get used to it. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and asked, "There is no way to communicate with the ether here, will the movement really be useful?"

The old man's smile became mysterious.

"Young man, you are still too young, even if you are talented, but the time you have been exposed to music theory is still short. There are some things that you haven't had time to appreciate yet. ”

"If you live for a few decades, you will understand: even without the ether, music is something magical and powerful...... It's worth intoxicating.

Just listening shakes the soul. ”

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a fragment of memory suddenly flashed in his mind: "Note...... Is it the language?"

When the old man in the wheelchair heard his words, his eyes were slightly shocked, and he bowed slightly:

"Think so. ”-

The so-called musical note is the transcription of the sound of the world.

By observing the world, human beings turn the sounds that convey mysteries into musical notes, thereby driving miracles.

The beginning of the birth of all civilizations must be the birth of language. The ancestors of the Asgardians sacrificed themselves to the Tree of Truth and received Asgard's original Rune Note.

The Sumerians said that the wise men stole the language of the divine fire and brought light to mankind at the cost of the soul falling into hell after death......

Musical notes are language.

This is what Abraham said in the first class.

He believed that musical notes were the language of ether, and in doing so, he laid the foundation for the 'interpretation method'.

At that time, Ye Qingxuan didn't understand the teacher's words, but now he suddenly had an inexplicable understanding.

"Looks like you understand a little bit?"

The eccentric old man in the wheelchair had a subtle look in his eyes: "Even if there is no ether, some melodies are enough to affect people's emotions and personalities, and it is not difficult to achieve the effect of 'washing the soul' with some special condiments and inducements."

In such an environment, even the most heinous villains will one day change their minds and change their ways...... Even if the original self was completely wiped out. ”

He paused, smiling maliciously, "Welcome to the Soul Transformation Workshop in the Holy City, young man, you should get used to it soon.

It won't be long before I join them in talking about art and the beauty of life. ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression did not change or fear, he just looked at the old man and asked, "So, how long have you been here? Thirty years, right? Or forty years?"

The old man's smile changed slightly.

He gets to the heart of the matter.

"Fifty-six years, next month will be fifty-seven years. The old man replied, "You want to know why this is not working for me?" It is fine to tell you, but you may not be able to use it. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "You might as well talk about it, maybe it can work." ”

"It's easy. ”

"If you enjoy good food, you will be conquered by the deliciousness.

But if you know that the delicious food you're enjoying is made with rotten meat, mad cows, sick pork, and stinky water from garbage heaps, you won't like it. ”

The old man coughed and laughed strangely in his wheelchair: "As long as you pierce the sacred coat and see what is underneath, you won't like that glossy-looking coat." ”

Ye Qingxuan frowned, his expression dazed.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to where the organ melody came from.

"What do you think of the luthier?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and said: "The foundation and fingering are very good, it should be from Trinity College, the inheritance of the classical school, but it is well controlled, but it is not lost, and it is decent." ”

"That's it? You're too shallow. ”

The old man looked at him and seemed to smile: "Music has a spirituality, but where does this spirituality come from?"

Ye Qingxuan replied without hesitation: "The creator and the performer's endowment." ”

"That's right. ”

The old man laughed strangely: "The spirit of music theory is the way of the heart, people will hide, but it will not, it knows what you think and do, and it will also reveal what you don't know......

It was after I understood this that I became a black musician. ”

As if recalling the thirst and throbbing of power in his heart when he was young, his eyes became pleasant: "Boy, you can't deceive your heart, and you can't make your music lie.

Because of this, when the fateful chapter that merges with your musical spirit is defeated, people will go crazy to death...... That's the crystallization of your soul, the truest version of yourself.

So ......"

The old man pointed to his ear: "You only need to listen, and you can get a glimpse of it as it is." Do you want to know what that piano player is thinking right now?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

The old man smiled weirdly and pushed the wheelchair:

"Follow me. ”――

The old man led him to the corner of the courtyard.

Under the shade of the trees, several old men who seemed to be dying in the coffin in the next moment sat around the stone table, playing cards or chatting, Ye Qingxuan looked worried, for fear that they would be a little excited, and they would have a cerebral hemorrhage and be sent to the intensive care unit.

"This is Tom, this is Jon, you just call them Old Tang and Old Joe.

The bald head on the side who reads sex, porn, and magazines is a pervert, so you can ignore him...... Basically, the people here are heinous and innocent, so you don't need to have mercy.

There are so many fools who can stay here until now, and they haven't changed their ways.

Would you like me to tell you more about it?"

"No need. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and picked a seat to sit down: "Tom Klein, the deer-headed man." Jon Valena, the Bone Gatherer, and the ...... who shaved his hair It should be Mr. Mollian, the legendary murderer of the Holy City, right?

I've learned all of you from the Order's bounty list, but it's surprising that you're still being held here.

I didn't recognize this gentleman with leg problems, sorry. ”

"It's okay, I'm just a nobody, it doesn't matter if I don't know me, just call me an old cripple. ”

The old lame man in the wheelchair obviously didn't want to talk about what he had done, but just smiled: "I didn't expect that the wanted list from decades ago is still remembered by anyone, it's amazing." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the crowd: "I was just talking to this promising young man about the special concert that the Holy City has given us. Do you have any opinions?"

"Insights?"

Old Qiao glanced at him, his eyes were strange: "What are you doing?"

"It's just an opinion. ”

The old lame man looked expectant: "It's okay to talk about it." ”

Lao Qiao shook his head: "If you didn't listen carefully, you knew that the person who played the piano had changed...... He must have been a man, relatively young, probably in his early twenties. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What else?"

"I'll listen to ......"

The deer-headed man Lao Tang was also interested, and after listening for a while, he showed a strange smile: "Hey, this is something on the mind, hehehehe."

Absent-minded, I don't know what I'm thinking, it seems that I'm preparing to grind foreign workers. ”

"Needless to say?"

Old Qiao sneered: "The salary given by the Holy City is so low, and with such a small amount of money to come to such a ghost place, I can't buy a house for ten years, and I will definitely be unhappy to change it."

Since the future is not bright, it is only right to find a way to make more money. ”

At this time, Molian, who had been silent, raised his head and said lightly: "I think it's because of the problem with the lower body." ”

"Bet?"

Lao Tang rubbed his hands: "How about betting on ten dads?"

"Okay. ”

Mollian smiled, seeming full of confidence.

Sure enough, within two bars, Tom's expression was hard to look at.

"Damn, why are young people full of copulation these days?" he spouted, "This, I don't know which brothel or house." ”

"I'll bet on Daddy ten more times. ”

Mollian smiled strangely and raised a finger: "He's a gay man." ”

“......”

As soon as the words came out, everyone was silent, and no one wanted to bet with him.

"Can this also be heard?" Ye Qingxuan was curious.

"It's simple. The old lame man's tone was complicated: "Perverts know perverts best, bad people know bad people best, and homosexuals know homosexuals best."

In the past, when he held the murder license of the Holy City, he could smell other people's scum across three streets, let alone find a gay now. ”

Mollian looked pale, and did not seem ashamed of it, but only asked:

"Somebody wants to bet on who his boyfriend is? ”

"It's the manager of the lower area of the tower, right?"

It was Ye Qingxuan who spoke.

This time it was Molian's turn to be stunned, and soon, he suddenly smiled: "You see it?"

"Guess. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "Anyway, there are so many people with abnormal sexual orientation here, and even fewer are qualified to match that musician, a simple elimination method." ”

“......”

The faces of the crowd turned strange.

"Thanks to your advice, I suddenly understood a lot of things. Ye Qingxuan got up and said goodbye: "I won't disturb everyone's game, see you next time." ”

Seeing Ye Qingxuan leave, Lao Tang shook his head: "It's a troublesome little ghost." ”

Mollian looked at the old lame:

"Figure what?"

"Huh?" the old lame man didn't seem to understand.

"You're a black musician, and you want to help a young guy who is notoriously incompatible with a black musician? Are you going to change your face and become a new person?"

"It's just curious. ”

The new cards were stacked, and the old lame man drew the cards slowly: "Anyway, his time is short." I just want to see how far he can go without that barrier.

After all, it's hard to have fun here other than just playing cards. ”

"Then you're going to be disappointed. ”

Mollian shook his head, and his tone was meaningful: "Because the person who wants his life is already on the way." ”――

Those old guys don't mean to themselves.

This is the conclusion that Ye Qingxuan quickly reached.

Neither the deer-headed nor the bone-gatherer were good people, and the seemingly good-natured but mysterious old lame man seemed to have a plan, but more importantly, the bald man named Molian.

Under the seemingly calm and warm eyes, there is an out-and-out killing intent. He wanted to kill himself, but he was jealous, and he could only forcibly restrain his desires.

If this wasn't a prison, and the two met in a narrow way, a battle to the death would have broken out.

Therefore, although they broke through this layer of fog for themselves, Ye Qingxuan still did not have any gratitude in his heart, and even faintly fearful.

But the immediate priority is to find the Charr.

He had to ask his slut brother what was going on outside, and how he got in.

But after looking for a long time, the center of the charr was still nowhere to be seen

After asking many people, no one had ever seen Charles at all, with the appearance of the senior brother and the blond hair, it should not be forgotten at a glance, so the problem came.

Where are the charres being held?

Just as Ye Qingxuan was groaning, he heard the roar of the gate.

Behind the fence, the iron cart came to the prison under heavy security and released new prisoners from above. As if after brutal torture, he couldn't even stand on his feet, his eyes were hollow, his hair was unkempt, and his face was pale.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

From a distance, he could see the face clearly—it was the examiner who used to judge him every day!

As if sensing his gaze, the censor looked over, and through the layers of fences, his eyes became sad and complicated. He seemed to want to say something, but he barely opened his mouth, but he couldn't.

In the end, there was only a smile that was not much better than crying.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan found out about his charges.

Attempting to assassinate the cardinal......

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a long time, then turned around and left.

The time to release the wind is over.

In the dim light, Ye Qingxuan stared at the broken music on the wall, and in his mind, a large number of details were tumbling, constantly breaking and repiece.

A whole new structure emerges from that chaotic thought.

Musical notes are language.

Then, there must be a logical structure in it, which is music theory.

The spirituality of the movement comes from the heart of the creator.

From your truest self.

Then, there must be traces to follow.

Finding yourself in music theory?

It was the first time Ye Qingxuan had felt this kind of experience.

After switching perspectives, I have a completely different perception.

Ye Qingxuan tried to understand it from the perspective of an ancient scholar. It's like sorting through broken documents, carefully perfecting, repairing, and weeding them out.

According to your own understanding and requirements, reorganize it and create a new image.

For a while, the confusion that had not been answered in the past found a new direction.

But now he experienced a new kind of confusion.

When the book is used, Ye Qingxuan now regrets that he didn't memorize more relevant classics when he was in the big library.

Fortunately, the teacher has come to the Holy City, and I can ask him for advice on this matter during the next prison visit.

Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the wall, holding the pen in his hand, and quickly deleted the extra paragraphs in it, and in just two hours, it was reduced by one-fifth.

A fifth of the redundant structure was replaced by a more concise music theory.

What's more, the four cores that were originally complicated have faintly found the direction of fusion. And the advanced 'Dream Weaver' in the blood of heaven and man finally has an eyebrow.

Before turning off the lights, Ye Qingxuan looked at the music on the wall with a greatly changed structure, nodded with satisfaction, and was refreshed.

Without the confusion of the original blind man touching the elephant and finding the direction, then it is a matter of time before the result is obtained.

It would be the best night he's slept since he was in prison.

But just as he was drowsy, he heard a faint choking sound not far away.

The censor, who had just been thrown into prison, curled up in his room, tears streaming down his face, as if he regretted something.

Ye Qingxuan's mood suddenly became gloomy.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that he was locked up here and had something to do with him, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for a while.

It was only very soon that he was attracted to a strange itch.

The back of the hand, the elbow, the shoulder, the gap between the toes, the knee socket, the buttocks, the back, the neck, the face...... The itch quickly covered the whole body as if it could spread.

The tickling fingers felt the touch of a scene, bringing great fear.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly turned over and sat up from the bed.

The dim light of the hallway pierced through the bars and shone on him, illuminating his pale complexion.

He looked up and looked at the mirror behind the toilet.

In the mirror, the emaciated young man had become unrecognizable, fine blisters were spreading rapidly across his body, and thumb-sized sarcomas were rapidly growing from the diseased flesh, covered with white blisters.

At the slightest touch, it will rupture and dry up, squeezing out the pus, leaving fine holes.

It's like being infected with some virulent infectious disease in the late stage in an instant, and the whole body is rapidly deformed, diseased, and decayed, turning into a creepy twisted look.

Ye Qingxuan roared, wanting to wake up the guards.

But in the silence, no one's voice came from me at all, only the choked sound came into my ears intermittently.

"It's a movement. ”

In an instant, he suddenly realized, and his expression became extremely gloomy. Because of the iron rings on his feet, he couldn't feel any aether, couldn't tell where the power was coming from, and couldn't resist.

Well, there is only one way left.

He endured the sharp pain and itching, rolled off the bed, crawled on the floor, and quickly crawled to the sink next to the toilet, his fingers knocked over the tooth cup, and the toothbrush fell to the ground.

Ye Qingxuan bit the toothbrush and pressed his left hand.

With a pop, the handle of the toothbrush broke.

The lesion's deformed palm grabbed the broken toothbrush, aimed the sharp end at the chest, and stabbed it down.

Plasma splattering.

He screamed, pulled out, stabbed again, piercing the flesh of his heart and widening the wound in a sharp enough pain to make him faint. Immediately afterward, the fingers reached into it roughly, tearing at the scars.

Eventually, through the dark green bones, he saw his heart covered with poisonous wounds.

So, he smiled, relieved.

"It's an illusion. ”

Thankfully, it's not a curse of the Chant faction, it's an illusion.

After the Sage's Stone sublimated to the origin of Xiao Yuan, to be honest, he himself didn't know what the beating thing in his chest was.

Anyway, it wouldn't be a problem, so why would he go for a thoracotomy to satisfy his curiosity?

However, whether it replaces the Philosopher's Stone, it is absolutely, absolutely, and it will not be a flesh and blood organ that can be infected by a virus!

"You're in such a hurry to kill me?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "It's not that simple. ”

Luckily, it's an illusion.

I've finally recovered recently, and if I'm in good shape in the future, I'll probably be like today, 5,000 words in a chapter. (To be continued.) )