Old-time musicians

As Fanning uttered the word, a violent flash of light exploded from the twisted giant face, and all the deformed organs of Cecil embedded on it turned to ashes in an instant!

"Wow!!!"

This giant twisted human face let out a shrill howl that was not like a human voice, and the foul and sticky black liquid splashed out like water from a sprinkler!

"Bang! Bang!" Two sets of steel wire bundles were broken alive.

They were connected to the crystal chandelier at the lower end, hanging on the face of the "Dream Man", dancing above the symphony hall like a pendulum. Several unlucky students did not know how to avoid it and were smashed to pieces, their bodies covered with blood and glass shards.

And Fabian, who controlled the "Dream Man" in a similar way to "sketch", and there was some mysterious connection between them, had his head exploded directly, and the red and white debris was thrown into the air and fell like confetti.

Fabian, dead!

"Idiot, you destroyed our container, this 'phantom' is going out of control." Seeing Cecil's body destroyed, the perfumer was horrified.

She took a golden pill without any hesitation, and then the whole person turned into smoke of similar color, as if vaporized, and floated away from the aisle on the side of the second-floor audience seats!

Fanning naturally witnessed the whole process of the perfumer's escape, but he was powerless to care. At this moment, his face flushed, and he bit the pressure tightly. His little remaining inspiration gushed out again like cheap tap water.

"Purification!!"

There was another dizzying flash, and the huge "Dream Man" face was blown apart by the light, and the ceiling of the entire symphony hall was splashed with inky black mucus.

But these mucus still have vitality, they wriggle and close, and they will soon condense into one!

Just seeing the perfumer choose to escape without hesitation, Fanning vaguely felt that the situation was not good, and at this moment his face finally changed drastically.

"Why is this thing so strong?"

Its formation requires the construction of a secret ceremony with music performance as the main body, and there must be a large number of listeners affected by the mysterious chords. In this state, the collective dream memory of the listeners can become a living reality and grow and multiply under the nourishment of the essence of the radiant substance and the pulsating gourd.

The spirits of the audience present have all been affected by the purifying nature of his "First Symphony". Under the premise of such a strong blockage, this descending "phantom" still has such a terrifying power. If I had not held the same musical ceremony to compete with it before, what level of existence would this "phantom" be? ?

The secret ceremony driven by the essence of the radiant substance is so high that it completely exceeds Fanning's imagination!

Although his inspiration has been exhausted and his spirit is extremely tired, he dare not neglect it. With the call of the baton, countless spiritual threads connected to the audience were violently vibrated again by him!

Those fine, light golden lines similar to "scratches" began to appear in the air. They entangled the face of the "dream man" who had recondensed, and then wrapped it.

These light golden lines have an extremely sharp texture. They are completely squeezed into the depths of the human face, and the rotten flesh in the remaining space bulges out abnormally, as if it is about to burst.

"Wow!!! Wow!!!"

The chandeliers fell one by one, making a crisp shattering sound on the ground, and the entangled human face was squirming violently.

Fanning's arms and neck veins bulged, and the whole person could no longer support himself and knelt on one knee.

The next second, the face of the "Dream Man" in the air tore a gap in the light golden scratches.

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

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

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

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

At this time, Fanning's face was covered with blood, and the astral body in his body was still violently stimulating inspiration. He held his hand in the audience next to him, and his five nails had already dug deep into the cloth!

And the face of the "dream man" above was about to break free from the light golden scratches.

Dean Gould took a step forward.

With this step, the floor tiles cracked, the musicians fainted, the drums cracked, the music stands twisted and deformed, the bows and strings broke, the music scores turned into powder, and all the plants in the pots in the front row of the stage were pulled out of the soil.

It seemed that something in the air was broken, and something began to reorganize.

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

Fanning opened his eyes.

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

Even the members who were standing outside the door waiting for battle and maintaining order also looked in at this time.

Such a breath and such power, the almost materialized "key" phase mystery is directly displayed on the surface of the world

This is definitely not something that a high-level knowledgeable person can do!

This is the invisible power that only "the one who knows" can call upon!

The huge distorted human face on the ceiling squirmed and deformed crazily, and the light golden "scratches" that Fanning called from the audience's inspiration resonance finally broke layer by layer at this time!

The light spots in the air fell like dust.

"Wow! ——"

An even more heart-wrenching and horrifying scream sounded, the lights in the symphony hall went out, and the glass lampshades on the surrounding high places all turned into powder.

Amid the rustling sound of breaking, Fan Ning suddenly saw black in front of his eyes, and felt that his brain's balance and perception system had completely failed, and the whole person seemed to be spinning upside down in the air.

Thump thump

After a few seconds, he heard his disordered heartbeat, and his perception returned weakly. The deep pain in his brain was like being plugged into a vacuum cleaner at full power, and the serous fluid was almost drained.

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

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

In the darkness, his spiritual sense "heard" the symphony just ended, and "saw" the fainted musicians being forcibly ejected from the stage by Gould, and the human face had already dragged several strands of rancid mucus down, and the stage seemed to be covered with large pieces of potholes and asphalt.

He also "saw" Dean Gould standing in the corner of the stage, with tiny holes popping out on his face and arms, and his entire body seemed to be under some destructive invisible force from the inside out, and was on the verge of collapse.

"Did the Dean take some special spiritual potion, then passed through a certain door of the Yiyonghui Tower, and forcibly promoted to the Su Xiao?"

Fanning knelt on one knee, leaning on the audience and gasping for breath. He looked at the pale purple halo of the old pianist's outermost astral body, which now almost spread to the entire stage, the emotional body was pure white, and the inner etheric body showed boiling light and shadow.

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

The arc that had been vaguely visible on the stage suddenly spread wildly and formed a translucent net. The scene inside changed from the previous trend of "disassembly and expansion" to "contracting and gathering". The ugly face like asphalt was also compressed more than twice its size and was firmly bound in the net.

The whole change was completed while the "matchstick man" drew a parabola in the air. Then, as it landed, Dean Gould clenched his fingers into a fist-

"Bang Ka!"

A funnel-shaped purple lightning struck from the sky, melting the ceiling into a gap larger than the entire face of the "dream man". When it approached the ground, it converged into a dazzling white as thick as a water snake. The wooden floor of the stage cracked, and a bottomless black hole appeared at the location where it was hit!

Fanning looked up in fear and saw that outside the gap in the symphony hall, a large area of ​​starry sky in the dark night was vaguely visible, and bricks, stones and steel bars fell in large pieces with dust.

"Solved?" As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw several black slime like tentacles extending out of the black hole on the stage!

It was just slow, and there were purple electric sparks burning and jumping on it, as if it had suffered a lot of damage.

Dean Gould's face was already pale, and the fine holes on his body that were originally as small as needle tips had now become the size of mung beans!

Seeing the black slime constantly pouring out of the hole, the old man's face showed a fierce look.

"Boom!"

Another funnel-shaped lightning struck down, and the entire stage sank down a height, and Gould's flesh and blood below his knees all disintegrated, and the whole person fell straight forward in an undecent posture.

The old man lay on the ground, his eyes looking coldly ahead, and his hands that played the piano were still clenched into fists.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

As the lightning struck again, his arms gradually collapsed and fell off.

The entire stage finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed into a huge pit more than three meters deep.

Fanning staggered forward and saw that the face of the "Dream Man" was now only a few strands of smoking mucus, hanging separately on the exposed and curled steel bars of the building. Principal Stenike and Vice Principal Huxley were covered by bricks and stones, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

"Carron, if you can get up, run quickly."

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

The old pianist's voice was weak, and because of his lying posture, he could not see that Fanning had squatted on the edge of the huge pit.

Fanning opened his mouth, but found that his throat was hoarse and he could not say anything.

"Don't come to see me, and don't check on its condition"

"It has the full strength of the Suizen level. I forced it to be promoted, but it was a little short and I didn't fight it to death."

The fragments of internal organs with dirty blood kept pouring out of the old man's mouth and nose. He spoke in extreme pain, with a gurgling sound of liquid.

"Run"

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

The old man couldn't turn over or raise his head. He couldn't see whether Fanning had left or not, nor did he hear him respond to him, so he held on to his last breath and continued to explain repeatedly.

"If you can get up, run"

"Keep playing your piano and writing your music"

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

The moment he turned around and staggered out, Dean Gould's entire body collapsed into a piece of meat, and the purple stream of light was still jumping in between.

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

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

Large numbers of police officers in uniforms and armed with various guns entered the symphony hall from all aisles. It was estimated that there were hundreds of them.

Blood kept dripping from his face. Fanning took less than three steps, and his dried-up spirit suddenly felt creepy again!

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

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

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

He seemed to have been here all the time, but was only noticed now.

It was Benjamin, a member of the Special Patrol!

Fanning's scalp was numb, and he lay down quickly. He had already overdrawn his inspiration and physical strength. This time, he was completely exhausted. After rolling uncontrollably on the ground for several rounds, he hit the leg of a chair in the audience.

He shook his head a few times, struggled to sit up, and then saw Benjamin, holding the crimson pipe in his mouth!

Suddenly, the black mucus of the "Dream Man" slid down in large pieces, and finally turned into a bloodless transparent face.

"Wow!!! Wow! -- Wow! Wow"

The transparent face had a ferocious expression and kept howling, but the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally twisted and deformed, and was sucked into the pipe!

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

This "Dream Man" or "Phantom Man" created by several secret organizations seemed to be sealed by the Special Patrol Office with some special ritual or means!

Fanning seemed to understand something suddenly.

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

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

Then he leaned over, put it beside him, and turned away.

The candle burned very quickly, and it turned into ashes in just a few breaths, leaving only fine green smoke lingering around Fanning.

Inspiration was still dry, but Fanning felt that the pain on the physical level had recovered. Although he felt weak and extremely sleepy, at least he could move freely.

"Is this why you want me to give up the graduation concert?" Fanning stood up and spoke in a deep voice.

The man in the silver windbreaker walked straight to the stage without looking back, passing the corpses and unconscious people lying all over the place.

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

No response.

"In order to achieve this goal, you have caused the deaths of so many students and Dean Gould. You call yourself the control agency of the mysterious side of the empire. Do you deserve it?"

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

"Why can't you speak now? Do you think that at this point, all parties will accept this result silently? Are you the mastermind, the connivance, or the use? You don't even have an explanation?" Fanning's questioning became louder and louder.

Benjamin, who had already walked to the edge of the deep pit on the stage, finally turned around.

He looked at Fan Ning from afar, his tone calm and cold:

"The Special Patrol Office always does the right thing, why should we explain it in front of you?"

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