"Eight or nine is not far from ten. ”

Lola seemed to see through his thoughts, and chuckled, "Then let's get down to business." ”

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt dizzy in his head, a strange auditory hallucinations came from his ears, and there was a faint numbness spreading on his body. This is a sign that an external force has taken control of one's body.

His eyes went dark, then lit up again, and his eyes seemed to light up with a ray of moonlight.

"How's it going, are my eyes working?" asked Lola.

"So-so. ”

Ye Qingxuan's mouth was stiff, he looked around, and his brows slowly furrowed.

Under the hole of those eyes, layers of distorted notes appeared on the blood-covered walls, on the ground, and on the withered corpses.

The parasite-like wriggling notes lost control and support and were slowly dissipating. The sheer scale of the original could be faintly discerned—countless black notes pierced through the poor victims, stringing them together like iron chains to form a massive ritual.

In the center of the ceremony, in the middle of dozens of concentric circles, an incomparably strange badge was engraved: a huge pupil contained dozens of small compound eyes, as if they were swimming and devouring each other, with cold malice.

-- The Eyes of the Eye.

"Looks right, Lola. ”

Ye Qingxuan squatted down and looked at the badge of the Hundred Eyes: "The people of the House and the believers of the Hundred Eyes have colluded together and started to find a way to open the passage." ”

Lola was silent, and after a long moment, sighed softly.

"No, perhaps...... It's worse than that. She said, "They also have a signpost in their hands, and they have just passed this ritual and have sent a group of people into the Shadow of Avalon." ”

"Dao signs?"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt a heat in his arms. The blood-colored conch shook faintly, glowing with a faint glow.

There was a song in the conch, and the song seemed to come from thousands of miles away, lingering in people's ears, extremely ethereal, but clearly audible.

“...... The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the queen. Imprisoning her in a dream......"

"Lola, do you hear the song?"

"What singing?"

Lola sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly became stunned: "The ritual still has residual power, be careful, don't respond to Avalon's call." ”

“...... You're late. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "This thing seems to be automatic." ”

In his hands, the blood-colored conch grew hotter, and a faint distorted light lit up in it. Spontaneously responds to the song. The song grew closer, but Lola's voice quickly became distant.

The connection was rapidly blurred, becoming intermittent, and only a noisy mistone could be heard.

In the silence, a thick fog swept in like a tidal wave, engulfing him, and all around him was a blur of whiteness, faintly hiding something. But I couldn't see it clearly.

And in the middle of the road signs, the fire is getting brighter and brighter. Clearing the fog, he could see the blood-colored river beneath his feet.

Bloodway.

Originally, Lola gave him the Dao Marker as the basis for him to hone the Psychic faction through those nightmares, and it was also an excellent booster item, which could have different kicker effects on each faction's movements.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be dragged into here again because of this.

"Huh, why do you say that?"

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself. I can't help but say bad things about myself**: How unlucky it must be to be pulled here so many times in a row?!

What the guys in the House dreamed of, it was too late for him to hide.

At this point, it is clear that there is no way back.

Fortunately, the connection between himself and Lola has not been completely severed. After all, she sucked so much blood from herself. When necessary, she can use the road sign as a hub to carry out the same tune and borrow part of her strength.

Today is the Full Moon.

Lola is in her prime.

A scepter-level reserve whose distance is above the resonance, interference, and distortion levels, and there is such a big man standing behind him, thinking about it, it is quite safe.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but it doesn't seem like there's much else to do at the moment. After all, it's all here......"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I'll follow the past first, and then let's see if there is any way to leave." Maybe you can come to a handful of black and eat black, you can always pay attention to the same tone support. ”

He said it three or four times, and Lola on the other end seemed to hear it, and the noise gradually disappeared, except for a faint message.

"Well, I'll just take you as if you were saying, 'Stay safe.'" ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders and activated the Nine Heavens Ring. The long-lost black iron cane popped out of his hand and struck the stone slab beneath the bloody path, echoing sonorously and lowly.

"Then what follows is the wonderful adventure of vengeance against the evil spirits...... Well, if it can be drawn into a comic book, maybe it will be able to produce more than seven or eight of them, and it will be very popular, right?"

He held up the blood path marker, and with that glimmer of light, he walked forward along the blood path.

It's just that as he walked, there was a sudden pause under his feet.

With the flick of his fingers, a blister-shaped light lit up, illuminating the broken wall beside him, and the smooth crack in the wall.

Like the scratches of some wild beast, and like the scars left by some terrible weapon that tried its best to chop it down.

Ye Qingxuan walked in expressionlessly, stretched out his hand to stroke the crack, and couldn't feel the stubble and other cracks--it was natural! It was as if it had existed on this wall in the first place, and it had been in the planning since the beginning of the construction, and it existed on the design drawings.

But it's not.

It was grabbed with bare hands.

If Ye Qingxuan is not mistaken, among the people he has seen, only one person has such ability......

"Ripper?"

He said to himself, "When did he get involved with the people in the House?"

This is undoubtedly bad news.

He raised his guard, picked up his speed, and continued on his way.

In the thick fog, he walked away on the bloody road.

Eventually, the fog thinner, and a faint blue moonlight pierced through the mist and landed on his shoulder.

Blue Moon.

The moonlight, which represents calamity and destruction, shone on the boy's shoulders and illuminated the hideous silhouette of the vast city in the distance.

Under the moonlight, the sky-piercing city slept in darkness, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. The rusty black gates were wide open, and the wind of decay blew.

Everything was laid out, everything was detailed, everything was similar to Avalon's, as if he had traveled thousands of years in an instant, and saw the city soaked in silence and destruction.

"Yo!"

Ye Qingxuan stared at the gloomy city in front of him and waved his hand: "Meet again, how are you doing?"

No one responded.

Under the moonlight, suddenly a huge black shadow of a giant bird rose from the darkness, swept past the round of moonlight, and hovered in the sky. The silhouette looked like a misshapen moth, screaming in the air before falling into the darkness again.

The blue moon hung high, and the moonlight in Ye Qingxuan's eyes also brightened a little. With that bit of moonlight, even from a very long distance, he could observe the aether fluctuations on that strange bird.

Powerful and irritable, with a faint sense of madness that will spread at any moment, tearing apart all living things. Around it, the air was faintly distorted.

The power of the ether forcibly distorts reality, turning it upside down. Otherwise, how could it be possible to fly with those deformed wings?

Although I don't know what the hell this is, if you want to deal with him, the resonance level is definitely pure death.

"I haven't entered the door yet, so this gives me a dismount?"

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly, stopped in front of the door, and stared at the long darkness in it. This city felt so strange to him, like a living thing, greedily opening its huge mouths, waiting for anyone to arrive, eager to swallow all life into its belly.

Anyone with the slightest sense will start to reconsider whether they are dying or not. It's just that after thinking about it, Ye Qingxuan always felt a little angry:

Am I not going to be able to go to the House of Representatives?

Are you kidding?

The young man laughed, picked up his cane and hummed a song, stepped on the moonlight and blood, and strode into the city gate.

In the deepest part of the dark city, a bell suddenly rang, as if to welcome the arrival of guests.

Weeping like a complaint-

The passage of the city gate was only a short period of darkness, but when Ye Qingxuan walked into the moonlight again, he couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief. The darkness in the corridor was too viscous and faintly suffocating.

Walking into it is like walking into a quagmire, which makes people feel uncomfortable. It's just that the weird streets behind the city gates aren't much better.

The blue moon hung high, and the houses on both sides of the street were in decay and bleakness, barely maintaining their original skeletons, but they were no different from ruins. Wreckage is everywhere, and the wreckage of disorganized stalls and roadside carriages can be faintly seen.

All living things seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving the city to decay for thousands of years. But in my memory, Avalon's daytime was still thriving.

Under the contrast between the two, people suddenly felt at a loss in their hearts, and they couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

In contrast, the corpse hanging in front of him was doubly intimate.

Well, corpses.

Apparently he just died, so if you reach out and touch it, it should still be hot.

In the cold moonlight, a corpse in a red robe was hung from the wall by rotten iron chains, waving in the wind. The withered arm seemed to wave to the latecomer.

On his chest, the emblem of the Hundred Eyes, the Eye of the Eye, had been torn to shreds, and only one was burned black.

In the endless long night, he swayed in the wind, and his mandible, which hung down below his neck, swayed to the song of the wind.

The singing voice sings softly:

"The emperor and his accomplices kidnapped the empress and imprisoned her in a dream. We have the power and the sea, where shall we wander?Roar, thousands of hands, hang the sails high, pull, thieves and beggars, and we will have ......eternal life."

In death, eternal life -

Sorry.,It's a little bit of a card.,There's been a little less update in the past two days.,Strive to write more after straightening it out.。 (To be continued.) )