Old-time musicians

"Have a break, have a rest!——"

Fan Ning, who was flying rapidly with "Old Days", had cold eyes and clothes floating around.

Those steel pipes with spikes and gaps exposed, or cylindrical and conical parts with sharp and ferocious cross-sections, were forcibly unscrewed from the wreckage by using his invisible power, and turned into cold streams of light, which shot towards the transparent figures floating above one after another. .

The seemingly ghostly floating state of the perfumer is obviously not a spirit body that is not afraid of physical attacks in a complete sense, nor is it a pure gas form that can change shapes at will.

About 10% of the steel pipe that penetrated the air hit her, like thick syrup being pushed out of the gap, and those transparent parts were pulled out along with the steel pipe, and silky smoke was pulled out, and finally sparks were splashed on the tunnel wall.

Although the parts of the body that were scattered each time returned to their original shape, their flying trajectory was obviously becoming more unstable, and the smoke gradually returned to translucent from almost transparent, closer to its normal texture.

"Aren't you a mid-level player!?" The perfumer couldn't believe it.

She is a high-level seventh-level person. Although she is proficient in theoretical fields such as elixirs, antiquities, secret atmospheres, and classic book research, she is not good at frontal combat. However, this flexible escape ability usually makes it difficult for her to be controlled by others.

"Middle level?" Fan Ning sneered.

After being promoted to a high level, and after this period of adaptation, Fan Ning has become more and more proficient in mastering his own spirituality, and his "multi-vocal" control ability is getting closer and closer to his true performance on stage.

Coupled with the huge bonus of "Old Days", at this moment, while he was directing the sharp fragments of debris to shoot out one after another, he was also constantly moving away the falling masonry that affected his speed.

"Impossible! You were clearly around the sixth level on the day when the 'Illusion Man' secret ceremony was held!

"The other party's voice finally sounded panicked.

"Idiot thing, that happened two months ago." Fan Ning's face was cold, the corners of his eyes were twitching, and the steel plate under his feet was still getting closer to the perfumer.

Even if she knew, she wouldn't be able to believe it. Fan Ning has reached the ninth level. Not only is his flying speed faster than hers, but the physical destructive ability brought about by this special way of materializing inspiration is difficult to find among high-level knowledgeable people. Meet an opponent.

At this time, facing the airtight offensive, the perfumer was exhausted after a few breaths and was about to collapse.

"Carolen, be careful!" Suddenly, Fan Ning heard Joan's cry, and the strange howl of swallowing saliva mixed with it.

He glanced down following the sound and saw that one of Lu and Huxley was holding a timpani stick and the other was holding a carving knife. They were protecting Qiong in the middle, dealing with a deformed monster with bulging flesh.

The deformed body was nearly three meters tall, but compared to Professor Lorraine's deformation at that time, it at least maintained a roughly human shape of torso + limbs. It dragged bloodshot mucus and rotten flesh, and the muscle wounds all over the body seemed to have been torn by Joan, and they were stretched out sickly, like egg whites spilling out after being boiled and broken.

As for the head, half of it had been cut off diagonally by Huxley, and the forehead disappeared, revealing a wriggling gray-green brain. Fan Ning was able to identify its original identity from the remaining features such as the nose and mouth shape.

Dean Graham?

Looking at the drumstick that was faintly surrounded by air currents, Lu should have successfully stepped into the extraordinary. Huxley was in the middle of the sixth level. The three knowledgeable people looked at an aberration, and their faces seemed to be in the middle. Downwind?

The three of them felt and responded to Fan Ning's thread of inspiration, but Huxley's face was as pale as paper, and Lu's nose and mouth were bleeding.

Fan Ning, who was flying after the perfumer, was digesting the information brought by a short glance, and was also wondering why Qiong told him to be careful instead. Suddenly, a strange and piercing cry sounded in his ears, and a huge flower bloomed below. sucker-shaped mouthparts.

The outside of the suction cup is almost transparent gelatin, and the inside is wrapped in a dark green abnormal organ that looks like an internal organ. It is like a piranha, trying to wrap Fan Ning into its mouthparts.

"Be careful, this monster grew out of the paint that Benjamin transformed into!" Lu shouted as a reminder.

Fan Ning, who had established an inspirational connection with the three of them, pointed downwards with the hand of "Old Day". Lu's first light about "end" was controlled by the secret of "key" that he understood. As if piercing the water, the top of the baton made numerous ripples in the air.

"winter!

! ——”

A dull and metallic sound, similar to the thumping sound of a timpani, suddenly exploded!

The mystery of the "key" that Fan Ning first understood came from his realization after the successful premiere of "Symphony No. 1". Its actual effect on one's own spiritual ability is a certain medium between the intensity of inspiration between the two. Value - just like the actual performance: if a mediocre conductor coordinates excellent musicians, the performance of the musicians will be compromised and will only be better than the conductor's own level; on the other hand, if an excellent conductor coordinates mediocre musicians, even though the conductor All the inspirations cannot be carried out, and the performance of the musicians will be much better than usual.

At this moment, it obviously belongs to the latter situation. Under the call of Fan Ning's ninth-level inspiration, this explosion is completely different from Lu's own use, whether it is Dean Graham's aberration or compared to The three people fighting suddenly felt a visual blur, and the world was spinning. Even the perfumer at the top, who could no longer hold up, felt that he almost fell!

And Lu was surprised to find that under the "demonstration" and "instruction" conducted by Fan Ning, he seemed to have a deeper "deductive understanding" of the light of his first acquaintance!

The huge sucker-like mouthparts immediately splashed with mucus under Fan Ning's "hammer", the wrapping movement almost went backwards, and the surface was shaken to the point where the wrinkles trembled.

Almost at the same time, a heart-wrenching sound of metal tearing sounded, and four irregular steel plates with sharp edges peeled off and flew out from several wreckage. They brought with them the penetration and cutting of Huxley's inspiration. Characteristics, it began to spin rapidly like a Frisbee.

"Chila—chila—"

As the steel flying disc was cut, the transparent gelatinous layer on the outside of the mouthparts was instantly cut into several long and deep gaps, and the dark green internal organs were scattered all over the floor.

As a result, the sucker opened wider, screaming strangely and madly, completely engulfing Fan Ning's figure.

"Caron!

"Qiong, who witnessed this scene, turned pale with fright.

The next moment, she felt the strong "key" resonance between herself and Fan Ning's spirituality, so the wounds on the suction cup were torn open in pieces, and the entire fleshy structure fell apart.

Fan Ning, who had solved Benjamin's aberration, had a cold face and emerged from it covered in rotten flesh and juice.

"bright!"

A newly made "Guidance of the Fierce Sun" had slipped into his left hand at some point. As the cold ancient Janus language was spoken, the hot air around Fan Ning began to surround him, and it was more dazzling than the flames burning in the ruins. .

He stepped on the steel plate and flew out again quickly. A steel pillar as thick as a calf was unscrewed from the wreckage and suddenly stabbed the perfumer who was gradually catching up.

And as the golden light shined in Fan Ning's eyes, the steel column heated up violently until it turned red, and even the top gradually turned into a heart-warming milky white!

“Ahhhh!

"A series of shrill screams from the woman, the steel pipe with a temperature exceeding 1,000 pierced directly into the heart behind her ghost state, and she was nailed to the wall high up in the tunnel!

She finally returned to her normal state, but she was already a burning corpse on the wall. The clothes on her upper body were swaying with flames, and balls of flames filled with grease and coke were still dripping down intermittently.

In just five seconds, the perfumer died!

"Dong——" Lu once again shook away the swollen aberration that bit him, and the excessive pressure of inspiration caused two lines of nosebleeds to flow out like small snakes.

Under Lou's delay, Huxley cooperated with Joan and tore off one of its arms, and cut off almost three-quarters of its head, leaving only a mouth and a skeletal structure around the cheek and chin.

But this aberration acted as if nothing had happened, and pounced on him again. Even the arm that fell to the ground was desperately scratching at the gravel on the ground.

"This ghost knows neither pain nor exhaustion!" Huxley's eyes were distorted one after another, and his chest was gasping for air like a broken bellows.

With a "Kacha" sound, the steel pipe that nailed the perfumer to the wall was pulled out from the gap in the masonry under Fan Ning's control, and shot out diagonally downwards.

“Swish, swish, swish—”

The hot steel pipe turned into a series of afterimages, like pieces of spinach tofu from front to back and back to front, piercing the body of the aberrant body back and forth twenty or thirty times!

Fan Ning, who was standing in mid-air, looked at the monster under his feet with an expressionless roar, and the rancid blood sprayed everywhere.

With a "clang" sound, the steel pipe returned to normal temperature the moment it hit the ground, and the distorted body that had turned into a sieve collapsed on its back.

Ten seconds later, Graham was dead!

At the same time, two legs of the body of perfumer Jiao Hu not far away fell off with a bang, leaving only the burned upper body still stuck to the tunnel wall.

"Caron, you are so strong, I have never experienced it before, you"

Seeing Fan Ning take down a high-level knowledgeable person and two mid-level aberrations in less than half a minute, and his expression did not change at all, Qiong next to him swallowed with difficulty. Take a sip of saliva.

"Miss Nehemiah and I were on the platform at first, so we were not involved in the accident." Lu said out of breath. "After the collision, we jumped down from the tunnel to lead the rescue team. We had just controlled the fire and were preparing to disperse. When we were cleaning up the ruins, we heard the sound of Vice Principal Huxley fighting this monster deep in the tunnel. The three of us gradually suppressed it, but Benjamin's body came back to life and Miss Nehemiah almost died. The subsequent battle situation immediately took a turn for the worse.”

"Wow - wow -" While Lu was explaining the whole situation on his side, Huxley put his hands on the ground and began to vomit violently.

Several people looked at him.

They thought it was a physiological disorder caused by exhaustion or lack of inspiration, but when a few people came around, they suddenly discovered that his vomit was a colorful pigment-like slurry!

Fan Ning's expression became solemn.

After the vomiting subsided, the disgraced Huxley smiled awkwardly, wiped his mouth and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the dirt on his sleeves, and his whole body trembled violently.

Visibly to the naked eye, the exposed skin all over his body, including his face and neck, began to appear larger and larger bruises with weird and bright colors!

The three of them took a few steps back.

"Carron, kill me quickly." Huxley said with a deathly expression on his face.

Fan Ning's lips wriggled a few times with difficulty, and he struggled to lift the pistol, but his whole arm was shaking.

Huxley wanted to divert his distracted attention, but found that the appearance of the three students in front of him, whom he originally liked, had uncontrollably turned into disgust in his heart.

He shook his head vigorously and tried his best to maintain his calmness: "Thank you for the secret ritual, but those who fight against the mysterious are often tainted by the mystery in the end. This is the nature of the world. At least I am not ashamed. I have done my best in these years to match my ability and position. Matching responsibilities, right? If you are too mentally burdened, why don't you let Qiong take the shot?"

Fan Ning's arm holding the gun shook even more.

"Mr. Principal, you" Qiong's voice was filled with tears.

"When the curtain of mystery is lifted, you should have this awareness by default." Thin paint began to flow out of Huxley's mouth and nose, and he gritted his teeth to suppress his calm tone, "Hurry up, and I will still be solved after I am deformed. It would be even more dishonorable to die that way." As the contamination progressed rapidly, he finally began to growl uncontrollably, "Do it! Fan Ning! Look at you two ugly and filthy guys! I’m so fucking disgusted by your fake expression of sympathy!”

"Bang!——" Fan Ning pulled the trigger.

Blood mist erupted from Huxley's eyebrows. When he leaned over and fell to the ground, his body exploded violently, burning the paint that overflowed from his pores into black residue.

"You continue to save people." The sentence should be in the category of kindness, but the tone was as cold as ice.

With tears in her eyes, Joan saw Fan Ning turning around without looking back and walking towards the train wreckage stretching in the tunnel.

Why didn't I say a word?

Why didn't I say a word of comfort before shooting?

Fan Ning pursed her lips tightly, and her leather shoes made a sound in the wreckage.

Because comfort can't redeem death, right? Can comfort heal trauma? Or can it make the world after death no longer empty?

There is another person

If this accident is the key to the "Coincidence Door"

Less than five minutes have passed since he started taking action after the train collision. Before the inspectors from the Special Inspection Office arrive, if he can prevent the "door of coincidence" from opening, let the Special Inspection Office take the Without the "disaster", the dispute over the remains of the God of Origin may be further away from him.

No matter what its conditions are, it is the same as the secret ceremony in that there is an "executor" subject.

According to Fan Ning's experience, even if the casualties in this accident exceed the critical line, as long as Erov is killed, the main body of the key is gone, and the "door of coincidence" should not be opened.

Fan Ning stepped onto a concrete slab again and flew low over the ruins to search.

With his spiritual sense fully opened, his heart sank little by little.

He originally thought that more or less 10% or 50% of people would survive, but he didn't know whether it was because the accident was more tragic than expected, or because of some other reason, there was not a single person alive at the moment.

Suddenly, Fan Ning stopped in mid-air.

The piled wreckage slowly separated. In a larger cavity, with the help of a few candlelights, he saw Erov sitting on the ground with his legs spread out. His expression was very comfortable, as if he had experienced something extremely satisfying. Same thing.

He saw Fan Ning looking at him and did not get up. Instead, he fiddled with the dice on the ground with bored movements.

There are some incomprehensible patterns on the ground, which may be witness symbols, and next to them are black watercolor pens.

The candles with a few wisps of candlelight are in the shape of "twins". This should be the scene of the secret ceremony he arranged.

As a result, behind Erov's seat, a large rectangular thick steel plate suddenly bent and deformed, rolling up his whole body like a quilt, and floating in the air.

"Why don't you hide?" Fan Ning squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"Do you know what this is?" Erov opened his mouth and showed Fanning a small capsule-like object on the heel of his teeth.

"Poison?" Fan Ning asked subconsciously.

"Smart. Occasionally when a person's journey is too hesitant, there will be some negative response situations, so it is prepared in advance for such situations, with the purpose of preventing the deviation of the end point."

"The lunatics of the Evil God Organization have no logic at all." Fan Ning clenched his fists.

"Stuck--" The sound of broken bones sounded, and the thick curled steel plates wrapped tighter.

"Is this your secret ritual? The key to the 'Gate of Coincidence' is a ritual that sacrifices the lives of two thousand people?" Fan Ning kicked away the dice and candles on the ground and looked at him coldly, "So, Sylvia He has mastered some kind of invisible force that can accumulate probabilities, instigating dereliction of duty, but constantly preventing relatively minor accidents from happening. The official organization's running around to put out fires is just to help, it is like a conspiracy, which makes people helpless, just like throwing out several positives in a row. After turning the coin up, she can make the probability of the next tail turning up higher, gradually turning chance into a certain category?" Fan Ning finally laughed, "So, now, you have failed, you have failed, you have failed. You can all die."

Cold sweat flowed from Erov's forehead, but he still showed an enjoyable smile.

"Mr. Fanning, let me emphasize again, the truth is, if you decide to let me be an ordinary passenger, then you will be the extraordinary one yourself."

Listening to these disgusting and unclear words, Fan Ning's eyes narrowed more and more.

"Ah ho ho ho" The thick steel plate tightened tighter and tighter. Blood began to flow from Erov's mouth and nose, and his waist and abdomen gradually became as slender as a lady's.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." Erov began to smile nervously and closed his eyes.

"Kacha! Kacha!" The bones kept breaking, blood and flesh were squeezed everywhere like toothpaste, and Erov's whole torso had become the size of a telephone pole.

The ignorant were already dead, and the knowledgeable were just relying on some stronger inspiration to keep their brains alive for another ten or twenty seconds.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo Reading to read books and follow the updates recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with many voices, both Android and Apple. ]

"Mr. Fanning, I will tell you a secret." Suddenly, Erov opened his eyes, vomited a few pieces of internal organs, and smiled strangely at Fanning.

Fanning subconsciously stared at his distorted face.

"The key to the 'Gate of Coincidence' is: being involved in a major accident or disaster with more than 2,000 deaths, and becoming the only survivor."