"Let the strings ring, please sing and cry with me!"

In the dark room, the red-eyed head was suspended in the air, and the twisted ground seemed to be a worm and snake wriggling, constantly changing.

Right before him, sharp sacred music emerged from the scrolls, resounding through the darkness.

Then, in the depths of the darkness, a hoarse song sounded.

In the distant 'warehouse', countless iron hooks hanging from the ceiling swayed emptyly...... It's empty!

The corpses that had long since died were now moving again! they crawled, squirmed, staggered, gathered outside the central apparatus, wandering through the complex dungeon.

Without exception, the pupils of those corpses all turned red like blood!

When the chant sounded, all the corpses trembled instantly, and they all turned their heads to look in the direction where the holy scroll was.

The red pupils seemed to be ignited, emitting a scorching red light.

Shrill and piercing sacred music echoed around every corner, and in the midst of the sacred music, all the corpses raised their heads, opened their mouths, and sang in unison.

Chanting the sacred music of the fallen!

This is the result of the transformation of the Red Eye for so long, the choir of the dead hidden in the darkness, the choral from hell.

He didn't care about the flesh, because every corpse he had transformed could become his flesh, and now his will had been pulled out of the shell, flowing over these countless corpses, manipulating them, a thousand people like one, hoarse singing,

"Let the strings ring, please sing and cry with me!"

The song echoed through the darkness, causing all the royal musicians to look up suddenly, overhead.

They saw the invisible darkness wriggling above their heads, conjuring up a large mouth. Reciting the Psalms of Calamity:

"The wheel of fate is turning mercilessly, disaster is coming, and the pain is terrible! At this moment, there is not a trace of hesitation, and the most fearless warrior has been crushed by fate, and he cries bitterly.

stingy almsgiving, but greedy extortion......"

The "Song of Boylen", which requires dozens of musicians to play at the same time, is formed in the roar, murmur, and harmony of thousands of mouths.

The song of the Fallen tickles the darkness. ignited the mercury notes engraved under the layers of stone bricks.

In an instant, countless nightmares were born out of thin air, completely engulfing the entire hospital. In the darkness, the silhouettes of countless ** demons danced and hissed, and they couldn't wait to be formed by flesh and blood.

In the dungeon, mud drips from the top of the head.

A royal musician who was sweeping the outside noticed the coldness falling on the back of his neck and reached for it, only to see a wriggling mud spreading out of his hand.

The mud ran down his elbows and up his shoulders. Then it burrowed into the heart, flowing in the veins, and everywhere it passed, all flesh and bones turned into pure blackness.

He exclaimed and staggered back.

His companion looked back, only to see the back of a man leaning against the wall, bent over and vomiting.

"Asa, what's wrong with you?"

The musician lifted the wind lantern in his hand and shone it at him.

"I—I'm fine. ”

The man with his back to them shook his head and wiped the mud from the corner of his mouth. Tough respite.

On that stiff face, an empty smile appeared:

"That's it...... A little hungry. ”

Outside the central authorities. Layers of scarlet notes and movements emerge from the walls and vaults, like a jumble of thorn and vines.

The darkness engulfed everything, turning the entire underground labyrinth into an otherworldly realm, and in an instant, the inside and outside were cut off!

It is a desperate tragedy dedicated to fate, a killing sacrifice to the evil gods.

The entire dungeon. have all turned into a sprawling quagmire.

All those who are in it will sink in the mire, struggling hard, trying in vain to break free, and only despair awaits them.

"Immerse yourself in hunger. Tonight you are here to feast, everything is a sacrifice to the god of the hundred eyes!"

The robin held the half of the 'road marker' in his hand, and his eyes were gloomy and without pity. But when she saw the two silent figures, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Sherlock Holmes and Moriadhi, these two guys...... These are all serious problems that must be eliminated!

"Red Eyes, first erode the two people in the final laboratory, the Dao Marker must be in our hands!"

The bare eyes closed, and the scroll in front of him shook, and the hymn made waves. The black silt moved at his command, like a torrent rushing through the walls.

In an instant, it gushed out from all directions of the final laboratory-

In the laboratory, sticky black mud emerges from the cracks in the vault, floor, and walls, transforming shape and eroding everything living in its path.

Ye Qingxuan slowly retreated, but his range of motion was compressed smaller and smaller. The corrosive force emanating from the mud had blackened his eyes.

If it is really contaminated a little, I am afraid that the result will definitely not be much better.

It's just that, at this moment, there is no way for him to leave.

There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

That's what it should say, right?

"It's still reckless. ”

He bit his lip and frowned slowly: "That 'professor' lady, don't be in a daze, okay?"

We can talk about the matter between us later, and the ownership of the road sign can also be discussed, but now do you have any good way to get us out?"

"Well, even Sherlock Holmes is powerless?"

The professor laughed softly, as if he was happy because of Ye Qingxuan's lowered attitude: "I have a way, if you ask me, I will tell you." ”

"Okay. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with big pure eyes: "Sister Professor, I beg you to ......"

“......”

Although he heard the cry for help, the professor did not feel a sense of pride, but felt that his heart was a little blocked:

"Don't you have dignity?!"

"It's just asking for help, you can't get to the level of dignity, right? Life is so precious, it's not a pity to ask for someone. ”

Ye Qingxuan turned around and smashed his fist under his feet, and the shock burst out, suppressing the black mud that was slowly covering all around. For the time being, this small foothold has been maintained.

"In order to survive, I have done all the more despicable things than this, and if you want to see my humiliated appearance, you are destined to be disappointed. ”

“......”

The professor looked at his back, silent, but his eyes became complicated. I couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Since you know "Black Friday", will you be able to advance "Moonlight"?"

"In the head, I can't move. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "That's a resonance-level score, I can only barely decipher the prologue, but I can't understand what it means." ”

"Where's the Nine Heavens?"

“...... In this. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised the back of his hand and showed her the ring that had been restored to the strings, so she laughed.

"So, do you want to be 'in tune'?"

She looked into the boy's eyes. As if to find out the deep fear: "If you still want to get out of here, I can lend you my strength."

As long as you're not afraid of being sucked dry by me, a demon musician of unknown origin......"

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, holding her outstretched palm, her palm was soft and cold, but it didn't make people afraid, but there was a faint sense of familiarity.

Again, this feeling of déjà vu......

"Good. ”

He whispered.

"Then a moment of silence for your choice. ”

She licked her thin lips slightly and laughed, "Fell into the hands of the professor." It's much scarier than death. ”

Ye Qingxuan closed her eyes and let her do it.

He could feel it. Cold fingers roamed over his neck, bringing a cold touch, and then sharp teeth pierced through the skin and into the veins.

Life was pumped out.

He could feel the blood being sucked away. A strong sense of emptiness rose from his heart, but Ye Qingxuan didn't feel panicked.

He played the melody of "Bolero" again, extracting the water vapor and condensing it into a thread of thought, one by one which was wrapped around her body. into her body.

For the first time, he read the ether in the professor's body.

In an instant, his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Is this the voice of your heart?"-

It's like suddenly hearing the sound of the tides, a grand symphony of waves overlapping each other.

The surging sound filled my ears, and the whole world fell silent.

That's what her heart sounds!

That kind of voice rushed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the thought line, causing his eyes to go black, and the illusion of an endless sea tide surging in front of his eyes was generated.

He was almost drowning.

"Clear your mind. ”

She hugged Ye Qingxuan from behind, her voice became soft and delicate, and whispered in his ear: "Wake up Jiuxiao Huanpei, I will cooperate with you." ”

The sound of the sea tide was changing, and her heart voice was approaching Ye Qingxuan's fluctuations.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that he had fallen into the water, an endless ocean, falling, falling, all the way to the deepest part of the ocean......

The sound of his heart echoed through his shell, and the sound of the tide poured into his fingertips, causing the string to release a scorching light that trembled!

In the end, a clear sound burst out - the new Yan language of the curtain, the sound of the old dragon in the sea!

"It's been a long time, Jiuxiao Huanpei. ”

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, and in the pupils of his eyes was a phantom of the turbulent tide.

He lowered his head and saw the strings crisscrossing all around him, those silver-white strings crisscrossing in the air, but he couldn't see the end or the end, as if extending out of nothingness.

After a long time, the Nine Heavens Ring Pei was fully unfolded again.

The professor's voice and his original strength are simply very different, and the famous piano, which has always been a pearl and dust, finally reveals its miracle this time.

Even the slightest touch of a finger made all the mud ripple.

Because those interlaced strings vibrated slightly, they resonated with each other, and emitted a pervasive cold sound.

With the harmony of the thread and the blood, Ye Qingxuan seems to be transformed into a professor, looking down on the world with her eyes.

He could hear the waves of darkness like a tidal wave, the long song of the depths of the earth, the clanging of clouds in the sky......

And the heartbeat of myself and the professor resonating in the same rhythm at the moment.

Ye Qingxuan heard her breathing, the sound of her blood flowing, and the vague tune humming in her throat. It was a melody engraved in my mind, a very familiar movement.

"This is Moonlight?"

He murmured softly, closed his eyes, and plucked the strings in his hand.

In the aetheric ocean. A ripple spread out in all directions, brewing the power of the raging waves.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan forgot everything.

The moment the first note was pressed, his mind was occupied by the music of his memory.

The movement seemed to come to life, slowly unfolding in the performance of the Nine Heavens Ring, pulling his will. Guide his body and play out the cold melody!

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and was engrossed, immersed in that incredible power.

Immerse yourself in "Moonlight".

There should be moonshine -

In the dark dungeon, the frenzied chant of thousands of demons roared to the climax.

The darkness condensed into substance contains the power of evil gods, and all the malice and madness in the world can invade the body, pollute the blood, root the heart, infect the reason, and turn humans into demons. Turn sanity into madness.

The uncertain mud turned into a series of twisted figures, staggering through the dungeon, chanting mad hymns in unison.

Under the influence of the song, everyone became crazy, unable to contain the mania and anger in their hearts. Some people are completely out of control......

But in the midst of the shrill and piercing chants, a soft voice rang out.

It came from nowhere, but it wandered and spread through the dungeon. It's like a white spot suddenly in the pitch-black sludge, which is extremely dazzling. It's incredibly dissonant, and it's incredibly weird.

In the secret room, the red eye frowned, and suddenly mobilized the melody of the chant, setting off a climax again, intending to completely suppress the sound of resistance.

The melody was drowned out by the most crazy chants. But when the peak passed, the cold melody reappeared, and it grew stronger and stronger.

It's brewing......

"What is this?"

The red eye muttered to himself, and opened the one eye, in his eye. The melody of nothingness glows in the darkness.

There is light.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the central organ, where the cold sound of the harp grew louder and louder, like a long brewing tide finally ending, and the receding tide rolling up the waves towards the mad chant!

At that moment, the frenzied rhythm was interrupted!

Then, a light lit up in the darkness.

"What the hell?!"

The red-eyed growled, and the sense followed the hymn in that direction, looking through the eyes of the walking corpse at the final laboratory, which was covered in layers of silt.

He saw that the darkness was stirring and tumbling like a boil, and something huge was brewing in the darkness, breaking its blockade again and again, and about to burst out of its belly cruelly!

"Sherlock Holmes, what is he doing!"

He muttered hoarsely, trying to muster more force to blockade him, but the blink of an instant caught him off guard.

Collapse!

In an instant, the pitch-black mud exploded, finally revealing the figure of the boy and the trembling strings in his hands.

And, something slowly rising behind him.

It was the image of some kind of power that had materialized from the darkness, but it shone with a palpitating flawless light.

Like a lotus flower, like a clear stream, like a mirror, like a phantom of the mind, like the melancholy of eternity, like the gathering of all the pure in the world.

It was a round of pure white moonshine!

The sound of the piano changed suddenly, from a sparse and cold melody to a tidal rush. The mighty melody gathered behind him, slowly lifting the void full moon into the air.

So, in the darkness, there is a lot of light!

Not fiery, not harsh, not violent, just cold, just shining, just selflessly sowing an immaculate glow into this malevolent mad sacrifice.

Just by shining on it, the red eye felt a tingling pain, and the eyes of the walking corpse he was relying on suddenly burst, as if he could not look directly at the pure and pure light.

Hallucinatory moonlight pierced through the walls and tunnels, illuminating all darkness far and wide.

The moonlight was like a tide, but there was no thunder, and wherever it passed, the black mud began to tremble, boil, and tumble, and wisps of black gas evaporated from it, and then dissipated in the moonlight.

It's like a sledgehammer smashed into the heart, and the bare-eyed one-eyed suddenly turned black, if it weren't for the fact that he had no body, he would have vomited blood frantically by now.

He could feel it. The walking corpses, the twisted human figures, were cracking and crumbling one after another, engulfed in the moonlight.

Even the royal musicians who had gathered together and isolated the black mud from the black mud with all kinds of secret treasures and musical scores were immersed in this moonlight melody, and their eyes changed violently, sometimes hideous, sometimes crazy.

That is the resistance of the will ontology to the moonlight. But at the moment, it is so rude.

But in the end, they all sat down on the ground in despair, with only silence left in their eyes, and a smile of intoxication on their faces.

Immersed in this pervasive moonlight.

Syllable!

In front of the bare eyes, the "Calixtinus Dossier" shook suddenly, and a crack opened in the ancient parchment scroll, and the bloodstained handwriting on it was dimmed.

This heavy treasure, which had just been refined with the lives of dozens of musicians, also suffered a heavy blow.

But I can't care about it with my bare eyes.

He's already too busy to take care of himself.

The sound of the mad chant went berserk again, like a monstrous tidal wave, against the moonlight melody with all its might.

It still has the upper hand. still occupies an absolute advantage, but it has never been able to crush the melody of the moonlight.

No, it's worse, moonshine is ...... Infiltrate!

At that moment, in the dungeon, the bodies of countless walking corpses suddenly trembled and convulsed. Every time he trembled, his bare eyes were in turmoil. Almost unable to do it yourself.

It was a shock between the body and the spirit!

The soft melody of the moonlight seeped into the shells of the walking corpses, echoing in the brains of those who were already dead.

A crack suddenly appeared between the original fused form and the will.

A corpse that has long since died. The will from the red eye, originally two objects,

Stirring up each other, expanding the contradictions between each other, and completely separating them!

As a will that did not belong to those who died, the red eye only felt every stirring. His manipulation and control would be a little harder, and every note sounded hit him where it was hardest, making his mind sink continuously.

This hand is simply vicious,

The Sherlock Holmes guy. He even wanted to cut off his origin!

The broken face of the red eye distorted, and with a sudden roar, he actually cut off the link himself, giving up the great advantage. This kind of confrontation that is entangled with each other, the most taboo is entanglement, when it is broken, it is better than Ye Qingxuan completely mastering the link, and then controlling himself through the walking corpse.

Then it's a big problem!

His face twitched, a layer of sweat secreted from his forehead, and he gasped for breath. But for some reason, I felt something light up in my eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and shivered all over his body...... It's moonshine, that damn moonshine!

What the hell is going on? When did it invade its own will and plant this deadly seed in the depths of its will?!

He roared angrily, and the "Calixtinus Dossier" in front of him suddenly cracked, and spontaneously combusted without fire, and in the midst of the burning, the power of the evil god contained in it poured into his mutilated skull, transforming into monstrous ferocity and madness, using his will as a battlefield, whispering the wash of moonlight.

But the moonlight was like a tide, drowning the darkness.

Whether it is monstrous hatred, frenzied killing intent, or irrepressible anger, it cannot resist the invasion from the depths of the spirit.

Under the light of the moon, the hatred was soothed, the killing intent dissipated, the anger dissipated without a trace, and all the will, all the emotions were assimilated by that moonlight.

Even fear is gone.

The moonlight was like water, pervasively seeping into his mind, not fierce, but like a divine grace, it washed away the dark memories in his mind.

All despair and gloom are washed away and transformed into tranquility and peace, a piece of purity.

Red Eye only felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever, he was free from the control of the evil god, and he was also free from the evil thoughts and greed in his head.

In his eyes, the red color gradually dissipated and returned to clarity.

The clear eye stared into the moonlight, shedding tears of repentance.

"It's beautiful. ”

The red eyes murmured in a daze, indulging in this flawless moonlight.

In this way, he bathed in the moonlight, and his last breath was cut off.

Everlasting peace comes upon it.

He's dead.

"Beauty?!"

The robin cowered in the corner, making a hoarse sound.

No, he didn't feel the slightest beauty, the blood of the evil god in his body almost burned, piercing his heart, burning his will, tormenting his soul.

He felt irrepressible anger, and ...... Fear from the heart!

"Purifying Moon, this is Purifying Moon!" he bit his lip and resounded the strange legend that had been circulating among the Black Musicians.

And the man who looked like a grim reaper...... (To be continued......)