musicians of old

Chapter 132 Why Need to Explain (4K [-]-in-[-])

As the word Fan Ning spit out, a beam of violent flashing light exploded from the distorted giant face, and the various deformed organs embedded in Cecil were reduced to ashes in an instant!

"Wow!!!"

At this moment, this giant distorted human face let out a miserable howl that did not resemble a human voice, and the rancid and viscous black liquid splashed out like water from a sprinkler!
"Bang! Bang!" Two sets of wire bundles were snapped alive.

They are connected with crystal chandeliers at the bottom, hanging on the face of the "Dream Man", dancing like a pendulum above the symphony hall. A few unlucky students didn't know how to dodge, and were thrown alive, covered in blood and glass shards.

But Fabian, who controlled the "Dream Man" in a way similar to "sketching", and had a mysterious connection with each other, his head exploded directly, and the red and white debris was thrown into the air and then fell down like confetti.

Fabian, dead!

"Idiot, you destroyed our container, this 'phantom' is going out of control." Seeing Cecil's body destroyed, the perfumer turned pale with shock.

She took a golden pill without any hesitation, and then, her whole body turned into similar-colored smoke and dust, as if gasified, and floated away from the aisle on the side of the auditorium on the second floor !
Fan Ning naturally witnessed the whole process of the perfumer's escape, but he was unable to take care of it. At this moment, his face was flushed, and he was biting the pressure tightly. The little inspiration he had left spewed out again like cheap tap water.

"Purification!!"

There was another dizzying flash, and the huge "Dream Man" face was blown away by the light, and the ceiling of the entire symphony hall was splashed with jet-black slime.

But these mucus still have vitality, they squirm and close together, and they will condense into one again soon!
Just seeing the perfumer chose to run away without hesitation, Fan Ning vaguely felt that the situation was not good, and finally his face changed drastically at this moment.

"Why is this thing so strong?"

Its formation requires the construction of a mystery ritual with music performance as the main body, and the existence of a large number of listeners affected by mysterious chords. With the support of the pulsating ladle, it thrives and breeds.

The spirit bodies of the audience present have all been affected by the purifying nature of his "First Symphony". Under the premise of such a strong block, this "phantom" who descended still has such terrifying power. If he hadn't To hold the same music ceremony to compete with it, what level of existence would this "phantom" be? ?
The secret ritual activated by the essence of brilliance has a high personality that completely exceeds Fan Ning's imagination!
Although the inspiration was exhausted and the spirit was extremely exhausted, he did not dare to neglect. With the call of the baton, countless spiritual body threads connected to the audience were violently shaken by him again!

Thin golden lines that resemble "scratches" began to appear in the air, they wrapped around the re-condensed face of "Dream Man", and then wrapped it.

These light golden lines have an extremely sharp texture, one by one completely pierced into the depths of the face, and made the rotten flesh protrude deformedly, as if it was about to explode.

"Wow!!! Wow!!!"

The chandeliers fell one by one, making crisp cracking sounds on the ground, while the wrapped human face was wriggling fiercely.

Fan Ning's arms and neck were bruised, and he couldn't support himself any longer, so he knelt down on one knee.

In the next second, the face of "Dream Man" in the air tore out a gap in those pale golden scratches.

Fan Ning squeezed his inspiration with all his strength, trying to control those lines to sew up the face. Big drops of blood oozed from his cheeks, dripping down on the wooden floor like raindrops!

At this time, Dean Gould's face flashed a trace of determination.

He took out a small bottle containing a viscous purple liquid, quickly smashed its seal, and then, without any hesitation, raised his head and drank it.

The old man closed his eyes, and after about six or seven seconds, he slowly opened them again.

At this time, Fan Ning's face was covered with blood, and the astral body in his whole body was still vigorously urging inspiration. He held the hand of the auditorium next to him, and five nails had been deeply scratched into Brie!

And the face of "Dream Man" above was about to break free from the pale golden scratches.

Dean Gould took a step forward.

At this step, the floor tiles cracked, the musicians fainted, the drumheads cracked, the music stand was twisted and deformed, the bow and strings broke, the score turned into dust, and all the potted plants in the front of the stage were pulled out of the soil.

Something seemed to break in the air, and something began to reassemble.

He raised his wrinkled arm, and the trajectory drew a wave-like pattern, some kind of sharp, sharp, and destructive lightning sparks condensed in his hand!

Fanning opened his eyes.

Sternike, who was seriously injured and unconscious, also opened his eyes, and looked at Gould together with Huxley in disbelief.

Even the members who were standing outside the door, waiting in full force while maintaining order, also visited at this time.

The mysteries of the "key" phase, which is so powerful and almost materialized, are directly displayed in the appearance of the world
This is definitely not something that high-ranking and knowledgeable people can do!

This is an invisible force that can only be invoked by the "understander"!
The huge distorted human face on the ceiling crazily wriggled and deformed, and the light golden "scratches" that Fanning had drawn from the resonance of the audience's inspiration finally broke layer by layer!

Points of light in the air fell like dust.

"Wow!!--"

An even more heart-piercing and creepy cry sounded, the lights in the symphony hall were completely extinguished, and the glass lampshades on the surrounding heights were all reduced to dust.

Amidst the crashing sound, Fan Ning's eyes suddenly went dark, and he felt that his brain's balance and perception system had all failed, and his whole body seemed to be spinning upside down in the air.

Plop. Plop.
After a few seconds, he heard his own chaotic heartbeat, his perception returned weakly, and there was a severe colic in the depths of his brain, like being plugged into a vacuum cleaner that was working at full capacity, and the slurry was almost drained.

He felt that he should not be able to stand up.

The earlobes, chin, corners of the mouth, and tip of the nose were dripping red. Fan Ning pulled up the chest of his shirt, and wiped away the thick layer of blood oozing from his face that blocked his vision.

In the darkness, his spiritual sense "heard" that the symphony had just finished playing, and "saw" that the fainted musicians were all forcibly bounced off the stage by Gould, and that human face was already pulling several bunches of rancid The slime fell, and the stage seemed to be splashed with large patches of pitted asphalt.

He "saw" Dean Gould standing in the corner of the stage again, fine holes were appearing on his face and arms, his whole body seemed to be bearing some kind of destructive invisible force from the inside out, and he was about to be in a state of shock. On the verge of collapse.

"The dean took some kind of special elixir, and then passed through a certain door of Yiyonghui Pagoda, and forcibly promoted him to become the Dawner?"

Fan Ning knelt on one knee, leaning on the auditorium and panting heavily. He looked at the lavender halo of the old pianist's outermost astral body, which almost spread to the entire stage at this time, and his emotional body was pure white. , the inner etheric body presents a boiling light and shadow.

The old man made a simple movement and threw the previous metal wire "match man" out.

The electric arcs that had been faintly visible on the stage suddenly spread wildly, forming a translucent net. The scene inside changed from the previous trend of "dismantling and spreading", but "shrinking and gathering" instead. The asphalt-like ugly The human face was also compressed to more than twice its size, and was firmly bound in the net.

The whole change was completed when the "stick man" drew a parabola in the air, and then when it landed, Dean Gould clenched his fingers into a fist——

"Boom card!"

A funnel-shaped purple lightning struck down from the sky, melting the ceiling into a gap larger than the entire face of "Dream Man". When it approached the ground, it converged into a dazzling white as thick as a water snake. The stage wooden floor Cracked, a bottomless black hole appeared at the hit position!

Fan Ning raised his head in fear, only to see that outside the opening of the symphony hall, a large starry sky in the dark night could be seen faintly, and large pieces of bricks, stones and steel bars were wrapped in dust and fell down.

"Solved?" As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw a few tentacles of black slime protruding from the black hole on the stage!

It's just that the movement is slow, and there are purple electric sparks burning and jumping on it, which seems to have suffered a lot of damage.

And Dean Gould's face was already pale, and the fine holes all over his body that were originally the size of a needle point had now become the size of a mung bean!
Seeing the black mucus constantly pouring out from the hole, the old man showed a stern look on his face.

"Boom card!"

Another funnel-shaped bolt of lightning struck down, and the entire stage sank down a certain height, and all the flesh and blood under Gould's knees disintegrated, and he fell straight forward in an unseemly posture.

The old man was lying on the ground, his eyes coldly staring ahead, his piano-playing hands were still clenched into fists.

"Boom card!" "Boom card!" "Boom card!"

As the lightning struck again, his arm gradually disintegrated and fell off.

The entire stage was finally overwhelmed and collapsed into a huge pit more than three meters deep.

Fan Ning staggered forward, and saw that the face of the "dream boy" was now only a few wisps of smoking mucus, hanging separately on the exposed and curled steel bars of the building. Principal Sternike and Huxley The vice-principal was covered in bricks, and his life and death were unknown.

"Caron, if you can get up, run."

Dean Gould, whose limbs had all collapsed, was lying in the pit at the moment and spoke with difficulty.

The old pianist's voice was weak, and because of his prone position, he couldn't see that Fan Ning was squatting on the edge of the huge pit.

Fanning opened his mouth, but found that his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't say anything.

"Don't come to see me, and don't check on it."

"It has full Dawn-seeker-level strength. I forcibly promoted it, but it was a little short, so I didn't fight it to death."

The pieces of viscera were filled with dirty blood, continuously pouring out from the old man's mouth and nose, and his speech was extremely painful, with the sound of gurgling liquid.

"Run."

"Don't come to see me, don't check its condition, and don't jump off."

The old man couldn't turn over, couldn't raise his head, couldn't see whether Fanning was gone or not, and couldn't hear him responding to him, so he continued to explain with his last breath.

"If you can get up, run"

"Keep playing your piano and writing your tunes"

Fanning's face was covered with blood, and his teeth had bitten his lips. He desperately opened his mouth, trying to respond, but he couldn't make a sound. Finally, he turned around.

The moment he turned around and staggered out, Dean Gould's entire body collapsed into pieces of flesh, with the purple streamer still jumping between them.

And the black slime hanging on the steel bars began to wriggle and convulse again, crawling and gathering at a slower speed than before.

"The police are here! Everyone calm down! Retreat in an orderly manner!"

A large number of policemen in uniform and armed with various firearms filed in through the various passages of the symphony hall. It was roughly estimated that there were hundreds of them.

Blood continued to drip from his face. Fan Ning walked less than three steps, and his spirituality, which had been dried up, suddenly felt a creepy feeling again!

A huge, distorted "Dream Man" face with sticky black hair stood up from behind his shoulders!

"Get down!" A male voice with a strong nasal voice sounded.

A man wearing a soft felt hat and a silver-gray windbreaker suddenly appeared in front of Fanning's eyes.

It's as if he's been here all this time, only to be noticed now.

It was Benjamin, a member of the special patrol agency!

Fanning's scalp went numb, and he quickly lay down. He had already exhausted his inspiration and physical strength. This time, he completely lost his strength. After rolling a few times uncontrollably on the ground, he bumped his head against the leg of a chair in the auditorium.

He shook his head vigorously a few times, struggled to sit up, and then saw Benjamin, holding the crimson pipe in his mouth!
Suddenly, the black mucus of "Dream Man" slid off in large pieces, and finally turned into a bloodless and transparent human face.

"Whoa! Whoa! - Whoa! Whoa"

This transparent human face had a ferocious expression and kept howling, but the voice became smaller and smaller, and finally distorted and deformed, and was sucked into the pipe!

With a "bang", the crimson pipe was packed into a black box.

This "dream man" or "phantom man" produced by several secret organizations seems to have been sealed by the Special Inspection Office with some special ritual vessel or means!
Fanning seemed to suddenly understand something.

He sat on the ground, looked up and watched Benjamin complete these actions, and then walked up to him.

The other party took out a green candle that was only the size of a little finger, rubbed the wick with his fingers, and lit it.

Then leaned over, put it beside him, turned and left.

The candle burned extremely fast, and it was reduced to ashes in just a few breaths, leaving only fine green smoke lingering around Fanning.

Inspiration is still dry, but Fanning feels that the pain on the physical level has recovered. Although he feels weak as if recovering from a serious illness, and is extremely sleepy, at least he can move freely.

"This is why you want me to give up the graduation concert?" Fan Ning stood up and said in a deep voice.

The man in the silver windbreaker didn't even look back, he passed all over the corpses and unconscious people all the way, and walked straight to the stage.

"What is the difference between you and those secret organizations that worship evil gods?"

No response.

".In order to achieve this goal, you single-handedly contributed to the deaths of so many students and Dean Gould. Thanks to your self-proclaimed management agency on the mysterious side of the empire, are you worthy?"

The symphony hall still echoes with the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground or stepping on liquid.

"Why are you speechless now? Do you think that all parties will accept this result in silence? Are you the mastermind, connivance, or use? You don't even have an explanation?" Fan Ning's questioning became more and more serious. bigger and bigger.

Benjamin, who had already reached the edge of the deep pit on the stage, finally turned his head around.

He looked at Fanning from a distance, his tone was calm and indifferent:
"The Special Patrol Office is always doing the right thing, so why do you need to explain it in front of you?"

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