Soul Echo

The bespectacled, old steward on crutches led Zhong Ye and the others into Mata Count's house.

Actually, before entering the house, outside the door, Zhong Ye and the others saw the artworks that filled the garden.

For example, the sculptures placed on the fountain, the statues erected on both sides of the gate, and even the flowers planted in the flowerbed, all present a gorgeous beauty.

This manor is full of art and can be called a 'work of art' in itself.

Standing in front of the door, old steward tidied up his collar and knocked on the door.

Waiting behind the door, the neatly dressed and beautiful maid immediately opened the door. When she saw Zhong Ye standing behind the old steward, her eyes flashed with a strange look.

Zhong Ye noticed this keenly, and thinking about Steward's previous attitude, he was basically certain that the person Marta Count wanted to meet was himself.

But at that time, he had just arrived at the main entrance of the manor, and the door opened, how did Marta count know that he would come?

The servant brought some pairs of shoes. After Zhong Ye and the others put them on, the old steward led them up the stairs slowly with a cane.

Even though nearly ten years have passed, the layout of the house has not changed, only the artworks placed in the corridors, hanging on the walls, and installed on the handrails.

The house is very big, but the old steward didn't want to take them to other places to visit, and took them directly to the room of Marta Count.

Standing in front of the redwood gate, old steward adjusted his collar again, raised his hand and knocked on the gate.

There was no sound coming from behind the door, and old steward didn't feel strange, he twisted the doorknob, pushed the door and walked into the room.

"Sir, your Excellency is here."

There is no bed, no desk and chair in this room, only pictures on the easel, standing up one by one sculpture.

The room is well-lit, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that make up one wall of this room, and the skylight pours in through the window, illuminating the room.

An old man with all his hair falling out sat on a blanket with piles of books scattered around him.

He is in the center of the room, and all the artworks are centered on him, forming a circle after another.

Hearing the voice of the old steward, the old man lifted the head from the book and turned his head to look over indifferently.

Then, the moment he saw Zhong Ye, his cloudy eyes lit up with rays of light, and stood up suddenly, as strong as an old man.

"What's your name?"

Marta count strode towards the door, at this time, only Zhong Ye's silhouette was left in his eyes.

Zhong Ye also looked at the old man, looked thoughtful.

"My name is Zhong Ye."

The old man froze for a moment, "Easterland people?"

"Yes." Zhong Ye nods.

"Then what do you know? Danqing? Calligraphy? Song and dance?" The old man's face was full of urgency.

This is not the kind of emotion a person who is 'addicted to art' would show... Rather, 'patient'?

Zhong Ye was not surprised that Marta count was able to say those words in Easterland, and he keenly noticed Marta count's attitude.

"These, I will not." Zhong Ye clenched his fists, "As you can see, all I know is martial arts!"

"Martial arts, martial arts..."

Mata Count whispered a few words, and suddenly clapped her palms and laughed, "Martial arts is also an art - no! Rather, it is your 'martial arts' that is enough to be called The level of 'art'!"

hearing this, both Lily and Lilian felt a little surprised, but this time, they also understood why Zhong Ye was invited by Marta Count to enter the manor.

"Can, can you show me?" Marta count grabbed Zhong Ye's arm violently, "I need it! I need it!"

Zhong Ye After pondering for a moment, "Can you make a deal?"

"What?"

Mata Count paused, "What do you want?"

"Nemo's painting." Zhong Ye straight to the point.

Marta count opened her mouth slightly and looked back at the paintings behind her.

Zhong Ye followed with a glance, Nemo's paintings were probably hidden in those paintings.

"There was such a case before that Nemo's painting transformed its owner into a cult - do you understand what a 'cult' is?"

Silence After a while, Marta count nodded and said, "...I know."

Then, he asked again, "Are you going to destroy them?"

"Yes. ." Zhong Ye didn't hide it either.

"...then ruin it."

Mata count was silent for a moment, sighed: "Anyway, I won't live much longer."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the easel in the room.

Marta counts exactly five of Nemo's pieces from the easel.

He handed the paintings into Zhong Ye's hands, and then, Zhong Ye rubbed the paintings into a ball in front of him, poured holy water, and stuffed them into his backpack.

Mata Count was silent, without the slightest reaction, as if what was destroyed was not a rare treasure, but something sparse and ordinary.

"I need a big space, and at the same time, I need some weapons."

After doing all that, Zhong Ye looked towards Mata count again, and looked at the old man .

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Mata nods, turns her head to look at old steward, instructed: "Go and prepare."

"Yes, sir."

old steward lowered her head , walked out of this room.

Before leaving, he also said to Zhong Ye and the others: "Please wait a moment."

After the old steward left the room, Marta count walked back to the blanket , picked up the open book, continued to read, and put Zhong Ye and the others aside, regardless of it, he couldn't see the frenzy look before.

—what a freak!

Seeing his appearance, Lilian and the audience in the live broadcast room had such a single thought in their hearts.

"Lord count, please forgive me, I have a question I want to ask you."

At this moment, Zhong Ye said, "I want Excuse me, did a demonhunter come to you before?"

"That should be a demonhunter." Marta Count replied in a low voice without turning her head.

“Where did he go?” Zhong Ye asked again.

"Dead."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room became weird.

Lillian and Lily Lieber quietly held down the grips of their weapons, and became nervous.

Zhong Ye took a breath and continued to ask: "How did you die?"

"I killed it."

Air, for a moment The child froze.

"...Why?"

Zhong Ye pulled out the long knife and gestured to Lilian and the others to face the door.

Lily pursed her lips, took a deep look at the old man sitting in the center of the room, and turned to face the door.

"He wants to destroy my sculptures, my paintings, and my books."

The iris lights up, and after opening the [Psionic Vision], in Zhong Ye's In his eyes, Marta Count was no longer a thin, rickety old man.

——Although, upon entering this room, he already felt that Marta count 'not human'.

It was a distorted chaos, a shapeless monster!

"What if I also destroy your paintings, your statues, and your books?"

hearing this, Marta count slowly lifts the head, turning stiffly neck, looked towards Zhong Ye.

"Isn't it enough that you ruined Nemo's paintings? Isn't it only Nemo's paintings that convert people into cultists?"

"Because that demonhunter also wanted to To destroy your paintings, sculptures and books - I trust that expert's judgment!"

Speaking, Zhong Ye swung a knife directly, smashing a statue beside him.

Soon, the old man stood up.

The skin is bulging, and something is surging under it...

The body shape is also rising layer by layer, and the sound of skeleton deformation and muscle squirming sounded one after another.

"You seem to have collected a lot of evil things here!"

A pair of eyes became chaos, looking directly at Zhong Ye's face, his expression gradually became vicious and distorted.

"I don't need it..."

A layer of phantom sounds echoed through the room.

"I'm going to kill you!"