musicians of old

Chapter 111 Blood of Joy (4K [-]-in-[-])

By the time the agent's vision returned to normal, it was already too late.

DuPont's hand holding the short blade was fast and powerful, and it directly wiped across his neck, cutting a wide wound!

Bright red blood poured out from the manager's neck in large gusts, spraying fast, far, and more.

Like the biggest, no-cost faucet screwed to the max!
...that's it, solved?Du Pont held the blade back and stopped on the spot. He still held a curse seal in his left hand and did not use it.

"Professor Anton was killed by you, right?"

Fan Ning, who was standing at the door with a gun, looked coldly at the manager whose neck was bleeding like a fountain.

"His spirit has become the essence, and it is a great honor to create a part of great achievements... But this one beside you, a follower of 'Chi'? A lost outsider?" The manager didn't look at Fan Ning at all, but smiled at DuPont Open your mouth.

DuPont watched in amazement, the manager's chest was stained with more and more blood, and it was so red that it shone brightly.

"Since you have studied 'Pool', why not join me in the arms of our secret and real mother 'Red Pond'?" the manager continued to ask.

"A lunatic who worships an evil god and hallucinates when he is dying?" Du Pont clenched the short blade tightly in his hand, guessing secretly in his heart.

He is a wanderer from the far south, and he is the witness symbol of the road sign he used when he was promoted, and he is the righteous god "Fanghui Poet" of the United Principality of Phaedon in the southern continent.

The so-called "Red Pond", the so-called mother of hidden truths in the manager's mouth, before he learned the information about the Pleasure Listening Meeting from Fan Ning, he had never heard of this Lord of Witness.

"Alas..." The manager sighed a long time, with blood dripping from his cheeks, chin, and earlobes.

His face was already covered by the splattered blood, and the blood hung on his clothes, making it a dark red polyhedron with a special texture, each side shining brightly.

DuPont suddenly felt something was wrong.

When a person's carotid artery is cut open like this, it is said that he can pretend to be nonchalant for a few seconds, but this manager has been standing here chatting with him even after ten or twenty seconds have passed?
Why is he still alive?He should be dying, right?
Even though he was standing still, do you want to go up and fix him twice?

A large stream of blood was still gushing from the manager's neck. Fan Ning at the door had already aimed his automatic pistol at his head. From a distance of several meters, he could easily hit him with his current proficiency.

But this strange scene that he had never seen before made him a little unsure.

In the battle of those who know, they either try to put the opponent to death, or avoid being killed by the opponent, or chase or escape. What is the situation now?
Should be dying, right?Should I turn around and leave, or wait for him to die so I can confirm it with my own eyes?Or shoot him twice in the head?

Will there be some unexpected situations after the leader of this secret gathering point for worshiping evil gods collapses?

Thinking that Professor Lorraine was shot in the head that day, but accelerated the progress of his distortion, Fan Ning's fingers hesitated at this moment.

The situation was deadlocked for a while.

……

first floor.

After a short battle, two first-order sages in suits and leather shoes resisted slightly, and then one was poisoned to death, and the body of the other was blown to pieces. Lawyer Monroe and elixirist Cyndia stepped on the steps and walked into the Walking through the smoldering and crumbling company door, the receptionist and a few unlucky employees who passed by were huddled in the corners.

"What's your name? Let me ask about your situation."

"Ma'am, my name is Calvin."

Cyndia grabbed a curly-haired student passing by and asked a question. Although the guy huddled into a ball, he explained clearly and with a smile on his face.

The content of the part-time job of the students is suitable and relaxed, which fully proves that only by studying the profession can we create higher value.

In the morning, in a recording studio with a pleasant smell, listen to records that can bring inspiration, and you can sleep when you are sleepy. This takes about three or four hours.In the afternoon, I will spend another hour recording my experience, or the inspiration in my dreams, which can be text, music score or painting, or playing musical instruments for recording. It is not mandatory to have it every time, but from the perspective of salary rules Apparently high productivity is encouraged.

It is said that those who perform particularly well can be transferred to work in the performing arts hall on the first floor.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Wearing pince-nez, with a refined and fair face, the gentlemanly Lawyer Monroe held a black shotgun. Every time he came to a locked recording studio, he would shoot at the door bolt, and then kick Kick away.

The room in front of me is filled with aromatherapy, the records are spinning, an orchestral work is playing, and 4 people are sleeping on 4 reclining chairs.

"Spiritual expansion and a stable spiritual atmosphere?" Cyndia sniffed the smell in the air, and then asked Monroe, "Do you think something is weird?"

"Of course, what's on this record? Familiar orchestral genres, familiar instrumentation sounds, but this melody makes me feel uncomfortable. It's better to catch a monkey and write on the piano. The brain is not more than ten years old. Young people can't write this stuff at all."

Lawyer Monroe muttered again while talking: "Don't say it, the writing is quite avant-garde, and it is acceptable to listen carefully. The feeling of harmony and color is very strange, and the complex rhythm and combination of timbre seem to confirm Some of my emotions that are difficult to express in words”

"Your appreciation level is good, so don't listen to it." Cynthia felt something was wrong, reached out her hand and "clicked" to turn off the record, "I said it was weird at first, but it wasn't that, it was because of the status of some employees I saw along the way, Although the reaction to an accident is normal, and the communication is normal, but don't you think there is something strange about them?"

She took out two small slender glass tubes filled with a tiny amount of light purple liquid, like a thread.

There were two soft "bang bang" sounds, the seal of the glass tube hit the table and was smashed, and purple smoke floated out.

"Put it in one nostril and inhale it hard." Cynthia handed Monroe one.

After the liquid evaporated, it turned into smoke and entered the nose. There was an inexplicable sense of brokenness and alertness in the fragrance. Monroe broke away from some weak emotions that he didn't know: "That's right, those employees were frightened to a certain extent. But the eyes People feel very positive when they come into contact with words? It’s not exaggerated, it’s abnormally excited, but it always gives people an excessive sense of ‘in a good mood’, especially when I just blew up the door of their company "

"And we are so noisy, are these people still awake?"

Cynthia's eyes scanned the four students on the recliner one by one, and suddenly her face changed slightly, and she walked quickly to the one next to her.

"The man is dead."

The second floor.

"Are you... happy? Satisfied?"

The blood gushing from the throat was like crimson paint, staining the manager's shoulders and the clothes of the entire body in large chunks. The layer of blood is flat.

"Why the hell is this guy still alive?"

In the strong smell of blood, Fan Ning suddenly felt a little positive and a little anxious. He suppressed this weird sense of dislocation and fired seven or eight bullets at the manager in a row.

Some hit the head, some hit the body, and the manager's body trembled a little, but in the bright red covering, it was hard to see the blood spray that the bullet pierced through the body.

Suddenly, the entire manager's body quickly sank into the pool of blood accumulated under his feet!
Fanning and Dupont first looked at each other in blank dismay, and then smiled strangely at each other inexplicably.

But DuPont had noticed something strange before, and the curse mark with a bouquet of flowers had already been thrown over the heads of the two of them.

A few groups of classical guitar chords sounded pleasantly, and seemed to have a pleasing fragrance, and the two recovered from their abnormal state.

Fanning scanned the surroundings up, down, left, and right with his spiritual sense, and then shouted: "He's downstairs on the right front of us!"

first floor.

Cyndia looked at the lying person in front of her. The girl's expression was calm and pale.

"Strange, when you opened the door and entered a minute ago, there should be no dead people here"

The phases that Cyndia studied include "cocoon" and "key", and her perception and affinity for vitality are far beyond ordinary people. Even the row of green plants by the window of the room, she can perceive that one of the pots is in poor health.

Her fingers touched the girl's cheek, neck and arm, and her eyes became more suspicious: "No blood? And no wound? What happened in the process just now, I didn't pay much attention to it, and mainly focused on that strange on record music."

Suddenly, she turned her head again, because she found that the vitality of another student was rapidly disappearing, and her originally healthy and rosy complexion quickly turned pale.

"Be careful!" Monroe suddenly tensed up for no reason, and aimed the shotgun at Cyndia's back.

In his field of view, the student who was blocked by the elixir master leaning over to look at him suddenly sat up straight!
The clothes stretched apart, the skin was cracked, and the whole body exploded like a balloon burst by water. Scarlet blood gushed out, splashing large and large stains all over the two of them.

The agent's bloody body came out of it.

"Boom!" The shotgun burst out with gunpowder smoke, and the bullets passed through Cyndia's back like nothing, smashing the manager's chest into a sieve.

"Boom! -" "Boom! -"

Monroe didn't dare to be negligent, and shot several times in a row, so that the wall behind him was splashed with fine pieces of meat, and the entire head and body were almost torn apart.

"In His name, I will give birth to myself." The manager spat out words to the two in a warning tone.

Plasma and pieces of meat scattered in all directions, his ragged body fell off again, and another agent emerged from it, the delicate skin like a newborn baby was bright red and covered with blood.

The skin of the other two students in the room paled rapidly.

After Monroe fired the shot, seeing this weird and morbid scene, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Cyndia, who was also frowning, and did not dare to stay, and pulled her away. , ready to flee.

This person's method is even weirder than the last battle in the workshop. Either he prayed to the evil god for some abnormal invisible power, or his level is higher than that of the "experiment officer", and it is definitely not his side. A third-level and a second-level knowledgeable person can deal with it!

The agent took a few steps, opened his arms, and made a gesture of hugging and lifting from the bottom up, so his limbs and torso were stretched exaggeratedly, and he was about to hug Cyndia who had just left the door.

"Drunk!"

Du Pont spit out a word that is relatively unfamiliar to others. This is a mixed Lydian language that was popular in the southern continent in the third history. It is the product of the fusion of the ancient Lydian language of the western continent and the indigenous well language of the southern continent .

A small fruit-like object appeared in his palm, and in the simple incantation, it seemed that something on the surface was turned into powder, turning into a light red moist mist and blowing towards the manager.

The manager, who was embracing him, suddenly smelled the dizzying fragrance of wine, and fell to the ground staggeringly.

The black barrel of the shotgun in Lawyer Monroe's hand was angled toward the ground.

"Boom-" "Boom-"

The manager's entire body was thrown back for a certain distance, the neck and chest cavity were completely festered, but as the flesh disintegrated, another smooth, white but blood-stained upper body appeared from inside.

"Wow—" The discomfort of Monroe and Cyndia finally couldn't hold it anymore, and they both vomited a stream of blood in spurts. Although it didn't last, they became tired.DuPont's face changed drastically when he saw the situation of the two teammates.

There must be something wrong with the ubiquitous smell of blood in the air!
Suddenly, the manager sat up, the top of his head split open, and a strange blood-red thing protruded from it, with several joints, not like a tentacles, but like an overly distorted and slender finger.

The finger stabbed at Cyndia suddenly.

"Be careful!" Fan Ning, who had just come to the corner of the corridor, burst into tears when he saw this scene!
He went downstairs a little later than DuPont because he was late, and used a pistol to kill five or six staff members who were also armed with guns. Exposure, and under the interference of spirituality, you can't even aim.

DuPont turned around abruptly, his arm flashing red, and he directly grasped the slender finger accurately and forcefully.

He felt a slippery and incomparably huge force, so "Chi" Xiang inspired frantically, coiled his wrist several times in a row, and tightly hooked this finger several times.

The other free hand threw the short blade at the waist violently, turning into a pink streamer in the air, and slit the manager's throat again.

With blood dripping from the manager's throat, he recited a certain prayer intoxicatedly: "The Great Mother feeds us as we feed nourishment; our fragments are cared for like branches sprouting from the earth."

"Puchi" "Puchi" - from the opening of his throat, he suddenly stretched out a large number of slender blood-red fingers, and poked them towards the crowd.

"Is this person unkillable?" DuPont's expression became increasingly ugly.

In the next moment, his eyes turned red, his inspiration gathered, and he focused on the manager's head, displaying the maximum sensory extraction!The full-strength move of the middle-ranked wise man even slightly distorted the air and light in the middle!

The manager's whole body trembled in an instant, and the eyes turned up to reveal the whiteness of the fish belly. After those fingers touched DuPont, they seemed to be unable to find the feeling of strength, and they slid away from the surroundings lightly, and then receded loosely.

Fan Ning ran up to him: "Monroe, quickly take Cyndia to another room and cut off their spiritual resonance, this guy can't have so much blood and such strong vitality... Hurry up! DuPont's first acquaintance The light probably won't last long."

DuPont took a few steps back and invoked his sense of hearing, which surged for a short time: "The students on the east side are all dead, go directly to the west side!"

The two struggled to get up from the ground and ran westward quickly. Monroe opened the locked doors one by one, and Cyndia dripped the special liquid that could temporarily block the perception of the astral body and put people in a dreamless sleep state into the students one by one. in their nostrils.

In just a few seconds of talking here, the manager's eyes have returned to normal.

"It's a good fuel for the senses. Unfortunately, the light of first knowledge has already combined with the spirit. It would be great if I were still ignorant." Drilled out!
It's now!

Fanning spat out a mysterious ancient Janus language——

"bright!"

The "Lighting Sun Guidance" held in his hand seemed to have returned to the shape of a black round metal, but at this moment, sharp golden rays of light burst out from the mysterious pattern engraved on it!

　Thanks to Sneezing Dragon, Wang Xiaoming, class two of the third year, book friend tail number 0001, Frozen Dawn, Sun and Moon in the World, Noke does not exist, book friend tail number 3521 for the monthly pass~
　　
　
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