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After this incident.

Shaen's impression of the Crimson Servant was extremely poor.

He was enjoying dessert and watching a show when he was suddenly caught up in an assassination attempt and almost didn't make it out alive.

Anyone who has experienced something like this would harbor hostility towards the perpetrator.

Not to mention, both the previous painter's suicide and this assassination attempt.

This organization has shown a cruel and ruthless side.

They don't value the lives of ordinary people.

Letting it continue to develop in the capital is like planting a landmine, which could explode at any time and cause a major disaster.

Both in public and private terms.

Xia En is willing to do his part to destroy the Crimson Servant.

"There's one more thing."

Freya turned to the side, took out an old book with a badly worn cover from the bedside table, and handed it to Shane.

"Consider this one of the gifts you gave me in gratitude for saving my life."

Freya smiled and said, "I was thinking of just giving you the money, but then I thought that seemed a bit too vulgar."

"I hope it will be helpful to you."

Xia En took the old book.

On the flaking cover, it was written in gold lettering:

Introductio ad Cantum

(From "Introduction to Singing")

"Um?"

Xia En was stunned for a moment.

Judging from the title, this is most likely a textbook for teaching singing.

Freya wants to teach me to sing?

Shane quickly dismissed the idea.

In his perception, the book contained a subtle amount of ether.

This suggests that it is not as simple as it appears on the surface, and likely hides some special secrets.

"Thank you, I will study it carefully."

Seeing that Freya looked tired, Shane didn't bother her any longer and quickly said goodbye and left.

We left the hospital and got into a horse-drawn carriage.

Eileen suddenly asked, "Shane, does Freya have feelings for you?"

"what?"

Xia En's lips twitched slightly; he hadn't expected the little girl to suddenly ask such a question.

Why do you say that?

"I just feel... Freya's attitude towards you is a little different."

Eileen turned her head to the side, pretending to look out the carriage window. She didn't seem to care much, but her ears were perked up.

"When she talks to other men, she smiles, but she is actually very polite and distant."

"But when I look at you, my smile is genuine, like it comes from the heart."

"……is that so?"

Xia En didn't notice this, perhaps because the little girl is more sensitive?

"It's probably just because I fought alongside her, nothing special."

"Oh……"

Eileen drew out her words and wrinkled her nose.

"Then you must like Miss Freya, right?"

"After all, she's a big star. She's beautiful, her performances are amazing, she sings beautifully, and she's tall..."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, and she seemed very unsure of herself.

"That's not true."

Although he didn't know why Eileen was gossiping like her uncle Yuge, Shane answered very directly.

"At most, I just admire her personality a little."

"real?"

"real."

Shane added, "Besides, Eileen is also very cute. In my opinion, she's no less adorable than Freya."

"It's all talk."

Eileen hummed twice, her mood visibly improving, and her tone became cheerful.

"You're being discharged from the hospital today. I'll cook you a big meal tonight to help you recover."

"Then I'll be really looking forward to it."

……

……

Back on Winchester Street, I stepped into the familiar loft.

Xia En suddenly felt like she was home.

Mr. Lucius and Watson were both absent, clearly busy solving the case.

Xia Encai had just been discharged from the hospital and didn't need to go to work for the time being, so she simply went back to her room.

Lock the door.

He took out the old book that Freya had given him.

Upon opening the cover, the oppressive ether seemed to intensify.

A faint salty, fishy smell emanated from the pages of the book.

That's the smell of the ocean waves.

This strange phenomenon proved Shane's earlier conjecture.

This book is definitely not an ordinary book.

His gaze fell on the text on the first page.

On the End of Silence

Singing begins in silence, in the long-suppressed murmur deep within your heart.

It's heavier, colder, and saltier than air, like the first mouthful of amniotic fluid you swallowed in your mother's womb, still slowly rising and falling deep within your lungs.

To learn to sing, the first thing is to learn how to breathe.

Learn to harness the dark currents within your body.

After reading this, Xia En's heart began to race.

He quickly realized the true value of this old book—

Breathing techniques!

Singing and breathing have always been closely related.

Only by learning to control the airflow in the chest cavity and mastering the rhythm of breathing can one produce a more mellow, higher, and more melodious voice than the average person.

This book appears to be a singing textbook, but it actually contains a secret breathing technique!

In the book on meditation that Alaria gave to Shane, it was mentioned that:

Every form of spiritual practice is a secret transmission, and written words often cannot accurately record it.

In other words.

[Secret Transmission] It requires a special medium to be transmitted.

Even if you copy the same text and show it to others, you still won't grasp the true method of spiritual practice.

The [Secret Technique] can only be obtained through some kind of power or substance remaining on the carrier.

The medium for the "Deep Dive Meditation Method" is the painting "Heart Lake".

The breathing technique Freya gave him was carried out through this textbook.

This gift of gratitude was much more substantial than he had anticipated!

Xia En silently kept this in mind.

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The book indeed contained key points about adjusting breathing frequency and controlling the rhythm of inhalation and exhalation.

In addition, the article also mentioned.

Imagine your breath as an undercurrent flowing through your body.

An undercurrent surges from the underground water veins beneath the feet, flowing upstream along the spine's dark river, transforming into an invisible yet omnipresent, dark resonance within the breath.

Next to the paragraph where the word "undercurrent" first appears.

There is a line of very thin pencil writing:

The rhythm of the tides coincides with the waxing and waning of the moon.

The effects are even better when this practice is performed during a full moon.

[But please note that if you hear a whispering sound in your ear, please stop immediately—it's not a hallucination, it's ██ calling you.]

This sentence has a name that has been blacked out, so its original form is no longer visible.

But for some reason, a chill ran through Xia En's heart.

After carefully reading the entire book, Xia En subconsciously followed the method described in the book, slowly inhaling and exhaling, maintaining a specific rhythm.

A dark current gradually surged within my chest.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself on a beach under the moonlight, with the sea undulating in front of him.

The moonlight was bright, and the tide broke into flowing pieces of silver.

next moment.

The waves surged in and engulfed him.

The dark current slowly surged upwards along the dark grooves on both sides of the spine, crashing and breaking into countless fine white foams on the diaphragm between the chest and abdominal cavities.

It then spreads through the trachea, bringing moisture and warmth.

A cycle is thus completed.

The panel popped up.

[Secret Technique]

[Dark Tide Breathing Technique: 0 (1%)]