In the darkness, the boy held his cane and closed his eyes to manipulate the dark melody.

In a place where there would be absolutely no disturbance, he could devote himself to the control of the aether. He could feel the notes flow with his will, leaping out of the strings and falling into the ubiquitous ocean of aether, reverberating in layers like ripples in all directions.

It was the first time he had experienced such a wonderful feeling.

The incomparably tricky precision control in the past has now become so handy with the help of Jiuxiao Huanpei. That's probably what Charles calls 'feeling'.

With the Dark Movement as a bond, there is such a strong connection between man and the Aether Sea.

He was immersed in this wonderful experience, and the silent 'Nine Heavens Ring' in the past was now like his own arm, turning into another body.

In the past thousand years, this guqin has resonated with the ancestors of the past dynasties, and has become a whole of Ye's bloodline, and now, it has also turned into Ye Qingxuan's crutch, allowing him to run on the road of musicians in great strides.

As his will spread with the ether in all directions, the melody abruptly paused for a moment.

"Bai Xi?

He opened his eyes in astonishment: "Why are you here?!"

In the crowd, Bai Xi watched all this in amazement.

In full view of everyone, Sam went berserk, screaming at the empty darkness, staggering backwards, overwhelmed by fear.

Everyone felt a chill that sent chills down their scalps, and beyond the light of the torches, there was a burst of darkness in the cemetery.

The dark melody is like a demon in hell lamenting and calling for death.

"It's Anta, it's Anta...... big brother"

A bandit with a crossbow in his hand looked around in despair, his eyes frightened: "It's him back!

Next to the Rat King, Sandru looked at his boss in amazement and stepped forward to hold him, but as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, the Rat King let out a scream. He turned abruptly and aimed the crossbow arrow in his hand at his head.

"Die!" the Rat King's eyes were blood-red: "Die!"

Sandru was stunned, "Boss, it's ......"

Boom!

His head burst. Fall down on your back.

In the midst of the blood, the blood-stained Rat King stood on his corpse and laughed, constantly kicking the convulsive corpse, and laughing sharply: "Dead dead! Hahaha, Anta, you're dead again! Dead again...... I can kill you for the first time. I'll kill you a second time!"

He stepped on Sandru's corpse, arrow after arrow, until Sandru was completely transformed into a hedgehog, and the crazy laughter gradually stopped.

Finally, his sanity regained his fear, and he suddenly came back to his senses, touching the blood on his face, not knowing what had happened.

"Sandru?!"

The Rat King subconsciously shouted the names of his subordinates, unaware that his most trusted subordinate had just been blown off his head by an arrow from his own.

Everyone looked at him in horror and retreated under his glance. It's like looking at a madman who has lost his mind.

In the dead silence, he seemed to understand, and roared furiously.

"Get out of here!"

In the frightened eyes of everyone, he stared at those people with lifeless and gloomy pupils, trying to distinguish the sneakiness hidden under each face, and roared hoarsely: "Get out! I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

"Black, black musician!"

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but exclaim: "Run, that guy is a black musician!"

...... Black musician!

In an instant, everyone had a kind of 'enlightenment' that had penetrated the devil for what he was. and the 'shudder' that followed.

That's right, only a monster like a black musician can manipulate such a dark and eerie melody, so playful and easy to play with people's reason, turning a living person into a madman.

All the people who became black musicians. Either because he was wanted by the Silent Agency for exploring the forbidden realm, or he took refuge in the evil god and became the minions of those natural calamity monsters.

Either way, it's synonymous with horror and monsters. Either way, it means a lot of blood debt! Just like the rain master who easily sacrificed his entire hometown to the evil god in the first place...... It's a monster that neither morality nor common sense can guess.

An indescribable atmosphere of panic spread from everyone's eyes. With every whisper-

"Black musician?"

In the dark, Ye Qingxuan's expression became strange: "Is it really so similar?"

His mood was really complicated.

He just made a plan.

From the very beginning, he first inquired into the past of the Rat King through different people, and figured out the information and information he needed.

By attacking Kruger, he first aroused the wrath of the Rat King with his strange appearance, and then lured him to discover the tombstone he had carved in advance, inspiring fear in his heart. In the end, Sandru spat out the name 'Anta' in a panic, successfully arousing the deepest fear in his heart.

From beginning to end, he was just immersed in his own nightmare.

Black Friday was just a trigger that weakened his defenses, inducing him to see the horrors he had imagined, and causing him to lose control completely.

It's just that the whole process went unexpectedly smoothly.

Originally, when formulating this plan, Ye Qingxuan felt that it would be extremely difficult to implement. But he never thought that the whole process would be like this...... Be in one's element?

As if it should have been so, as it should be, the fear in the hearts of those people was aroused.

Easy.

How many things have you done against your heart to accumulate so much venom in your heart?

The venom of the viper will eventually poison itself, and those forgotten dark memories will remain in the heart, like ghosts that reside in the soul, haunting day and night.

One day, they will have to face the sins they have committed and pay the price.

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan had no mercy, starting from the day that those guys embarked on the road of depravity, he should have understood that this day would eventually come!-

"Come out!

In the light of the fire, the Rat King roared frantically, "Here you are...... I know, you're hiding here!"

He took something out of his arms and looked fierce: "I'll count down to three." If you don't come out yet, then I'll have to apologize. ”

Under the white moonlight, the thing in his hand glowed with a cold light.

That's a mirror. But on the back of the mirror, there is a hideous hole in the ground. Covered with scales, the wriggling snake makes up its hair.

In its mouth, it swallows forked snake letters, lifelike.

- Gorgon's Mirror!

In the crowd, Bai Xi recognized the thing. My heart jumped.

This is the alchemical product of the summoning faction. Through "Song of the Exiles", the musicians of the summoned factions sealed the demons in their brains in a mirror and made them into equipment.

Break the seal and summon a Gorgon's shadow.

This is a rare piece of equipment that can be used without any musician skills. The only condition is to satisfy the bloodthirsty desires of the Gorgon.

The Gorgons are known as the 'Vengeful Spirit' because the moment they are summoned, they will take revenge on any force that has harmed the summoner.

Even if it is to use melody to arouse the dark side of the heart.

In pure destructive terms, it's not scary. It can only be attacked through the bite of the snake hair and the toxin, which is not a problem for a third-order musician. But in terms of difficulty. But it's the most famous of all demons.

Because to defeat it, it will be tricky, and those who watch will be subjected to the 'petrification curse' - an infamous curse that will transform a person from flesh to stone, and it will be irreversible.

Only a handful of scores are protected against this curse, but most musicians are afraid of it.

Not to mention Ye Qingxuan, who was an apprentice a few days ago-

In the crowd, Bai Xi's brows furrowed, thinking about how to deal with it.

But just before she could think of a way, a poignant and lingering melody spread out from the ancient mirror.

Countless grievances and poignant sorrows fill the melody, echoing in the moonlight, and it is the melody engraved in the mirror - "Song of the Exile"!

The bronze mirror reflects the moonlight. A shadow flew out of it. It rushed into the corpses on the ground and feasted on them.

In an instant, the corpses on the ground turned to blood, while the shadow of the snake-haired banshee slowly emerged. Her snake hair danced. Venom drips from the fangs, falls into the decay, and sneers.

"Go. ”

Sam growled, "Get that musician out." ”

The summoned demon looked around, his eyes full of cruelty and hideousness, distinguishing everyone's faces. Sniffing carefully every breath in the air, it was as if sensing the fluctuations of the ether. I finally noticed the clues.

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan sensed a cold aura that was getting closer and closer.

The Nine Heavens Ring in his hand shook like a warning, heralding the approaching danger. He gathered his spirit in silence, ready to fight back.

And beside the Rat King, the gorgon Banshee's scarlet eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she hissed. Relying on its beastly sense of smell and aether sense, it vaguely sensed the location of its enemies.

Over her head, snakes danced wildly, and the light of the petrified curse slowly lit up.

"There's really no way around it this time. ”

In the crowd, Bai Xi sighed.

"Cousin, you really killed me this time......" she muttered in a low voice: "I just want to come and see the fun, just beat the side drum, why do I want to top the cylinder for you."

Besides, isn't it said that a beautiful and good-looking girl like me is fine as long as she has a face?"

She muttered something softly, stepped forward, and stepped out of the crowd,

In the light of the jumping fire, in full view of everyone, she took off the mask on her face.

As a result, Bai Xi showed a fair face.

Sam was suddenly startled, and when he turned around, he saw her, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Yo, good evening, friend. ”

The little girl whispered and raised her wrist. On his wrist is a slender silver-white bracelet tied to it like a bell like gravel, which makes a crisp sound every time it collides.

Bite~

"Who are you?" Sam roared, raising the bolt in his hand.

"The messenger of justice I passed. ”

Bai Xi responded and raised her hands, she didn't know when she had put on a layer of black gloves. The five fingers clenched, and the sound of drums faintly echoed in the void.

Facing the crossbows aimed at her, the little girl obediently raised her hands:

"Don't hit me, I'm surrendering......"

She paused, then smiled:

"--That's weird!"

So, the wind and thunder broke out on the ground!(To be continued.) )