musicians of old

Chapter 839 Cracks
Fan Ning's neck became stiff and sore from reading for so long. He finally moved his phone's flashlight away from the book on the snow and rubbed his sore eyes.

Of all the things left behind by the victims in this area, these are the only ones that we can find and understand.

Let's try our best to climb all the way to the top and see what's there.

Having already traversed most of the journey, the current snowless and windless weather, hovering in the twilight just before nightfall, isn't so bad. At most, we're missing our previous specialized tools. But since we can still walk now, how can we be willing to become a frozen corpse on the spot in a day or two?

Or, try looking further up to see if there's any sheet music that can be destroyed.

Even if she can't find the person or thing she's looking for, Fanning hopes to get closer to the truth behind the "snow mountain tragedy".

They trudged on, their sweat and salt dwindling, and along the way they discovered more and more frozen corpses of artists.

And, booklets.

It's still related to that grand plan of the secret society "Mithraic".

After reading more, Fanning did indeed make some new discoveries:

The chapters and plans recorded in these booklets differ in content, but they are not all the same—to be precise, aside from the language difference, there are actually only three different types of booklets!

Moreover, if we were to use "documents" as an analogy, there is actually only one type: the main text, and the other two types: "cited appendices".

Moreover, it is the former that is criticizing the latter!
Fanning speculated that this "Mithraic religion" actually had three different sectarian branches, and their understanding of this "plan to enter, possess, and even surpass the Radiance" was different, and possibly very different!

They all consider themselves the "fundamentals," while the others are heretics.

Therefore, the members of the society who came to participate in the "Scriabin Tribute Event" were actually just one of three different branches.

They came up to put their ideas into practice and refute other ideas.

Of course, this is only the stance reflected in the pamphlet. Whether there are other "disguised" factions mixed in with the crowd, thus creating some kind of more covert struggle, is impossible to verify.

The analysis goes a step further here.

But Fanning still couldn't find any sheet music, let alone "The Secret Realm of Apocalypse".

As she trudged along, her phone, stuck in a rut, continued playing "Andante" on a loop. Fanning listened intently to the two "illusionary passages" she had written in the middle of the piece.

"Ring~" Ring~

A deep, undulating melody emerges, while the sound of cowbells is clear and ethereal.

This is the continuation of Fanning's ten-day journey, and in a sense, it is enough to rival all the other musical passages in weight, just as the depth of these ten days is compared to the entire first half of her life.

“In the past, when traveling or hiking, there was a process of gradually moving away from the hustle and bustle of the towns behind or below. The last sound related to the world that I could hear was the faint sound of bells behind me, the bells hanging around the necks of cattle and sheep, or the bells of sleds.”

She must think so too, she once said so, and she must think so too. The image of the cowbell reflects the snow country footprints along the way, the last human sound that can be heard among the isolated high mountains.

Having walked for too long on the snowy mountain ridge, the vast sky and mountains seemed to stretch out as far as the eye could see, but in reality, he was just an ant on the path. Fan Ning, whose legs felt like lead, finally felt exhausted.

Is there any difference in meaning between becoming a corpse frozen in the snow two hours ago, or a corpse frozen an hour ago, or a corpse frozen right now?
Fanning started to think that way.

Even if spacetime and spacetime branch out in great numbers, most of them are meaningless, just like weeds growing in a river. Fanning had been imagining such a river until his gaze fell on a bright red against a snowdrift in a pale white expanse not far away.

"Ruoyi!!" Fan Ning stumbled and ran away.

On the snow-capped mountain slopes, where twilight hangs in the air, white and red, red and gray, deep blue and black—the distance between two small dots is closing.

Ruoyi must have heard the shout, because she struggled to sit up.

But just as Fanning was about to reach her destination, the girl's expression changed, as if she had heard or seen something, and she raised her arm urgently to signal:

"Watch out! Stop right now!"

Fan Ning felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He stopped less than three meters away from Ruoyi, and struggled to keep his balance by waving his arms in the air. He managed to keep himself from falling forward.

"Snap!! ——————"

A terrifying cracking sound rang out the next moment.

A giant glacial fissure, two to three meters thick, runs from one end of the mountain to the other, splitting the entire snow-capped mountain into two worlds!

"Watch your step! Watch out!"

The monastery's trial courtyard was engulfed in flames. As Fanning ran toward the stake, he suddenly saw Nancy struggle to raise her head and make an urgent gesture to stop her!
"Kacha kacha kacha——"

A series of terrifying cracking sounds rang out.

Dark, winding cracks appeared on the ground beneath Fanning's feet, and indeed on the ground of the entire trial site and the monastery church!

"Crack!" "Bang!!"

The foul-smelling gas smoldered underground, and faint explosions could be heard. The buildings above began to tremble violently, and bricks and glass fell down one after another.

The cracks that appeared everywhere varied in size and shape. Caught off guard, Fan Ning initially crossed a few, but his steps and balance were disrupted, and he fell heavily.

"Chila——"

Another gash, as thick as a bucket, split open beside Fan Ning's waist, leaving half of his body suspended in mid-air!

"Today, the fire of the Lord has come upon every place, the turbid air beneath the earth has burst, and towers and walls have collapsed. Is it truly because the Lord has answered the cries of this young monk named Fanning and is about to punish this monastery that 'imitates the Pharisees in seeking miracles'?"

Amidst the screams, flames, and chaos, Bishop Tucville looked around with a sense of unease.

“I really can’t make an accurate judgment.” The two bishops wearing purple hats looked at each other, and the other bishop, Christopher, also hesitated and shook his head.

Lord Mertraun, dressed in a magnificent red robe, scoffed, "I see many suspicious circumstances surrounding this matter, most likely related to the recent spate of 'heretic' conspiracies! We must first capture Fan Ning, then quickly evacuate and interrogate him!"

Bogre had been observing the situation for a while, but with bigger figures present, he didn't immediately reveal his stance on this "culprit."

But now that the lord had spoken, and the bishops hadn't immediately objected, they sternly ordered the disciplinary monks: "What are you all standing there for?! Go down there and take them down! The rest of you, follow the orders of the cleric joint investigation team and evacuate the civilians and visitors! Anyone who takes advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble should be executed immediately!"

"Yes!" A chorus of "Yes!" immediately rang out.

"Mr. Fanning, run!" "Escape from the other side of the square!"

Nancy, on the pyre, shouted urgently, and even among the rest of the line awaiting execution, several musicians who had never met her before urged her on!