Soul Echo

Therefore, the room fell into a long silence. Viscount Raymond didn't say a word and stood there in a daze, as if he had not heard anything.

Suddenly, Zhong Ye sighed, pulled out the present day and month from the scabbard.

"The Raymond family is no longer saved, he is just delaying time."

hearing this, the priest immediately released a diving technique to Viscount Raymond, and then saw The old man ducked aside at a speed that did not match his age.

"I just, I just want to live longer, what's wrong with this?!"

While shouting hysterically, the old man's body was rapidly deforming.

Zhong Ye turned to open the door, while the priest walked towards Viscount Raymond, wielding a mace, tore off the robes that were in the way, and exposed his shiny armor to the air.

"You may have lived longer, but you became a cultist, and your life ended here!"

Silhouettes gathered on both sides of the corridor outside the door , The clergy who were standing at the High Level in the corridor became vigilant, and after hearing the violent drinking from the room, they tore off their robes one after another, revealing their weapons.

At this moment, the frightened deacon who was standing beside him suddenly knelt on the ground with his own throat pinched, his eyes bulging, his eyes seemed to be out of control, and he wanted to jump out of his sockets.

Glancing at deacon, Zhong Ye's iris lit up immediately, and the air mask directly shrouded everyone's heads, even deacon got one.

Breathing was finally smooth, and deacon was panting, but soon, he found that his blood was pooling in his lower body, and he was horrified.

Silhouettes on both sides of the corridor rushed over. While running, their bodies changed rapidly, growing hair, shells, scales and other organs.

Even the windows on the outside of the corridor were smashed, and the rushing cold wind carried the glass fragments into the corridor.

Several cultists were about to jump in from the window when Zhong Ye glanced at them, and the gust of wind mixed with glass shards rolled back, knocking those cultists out, and countless pieces of glass shards were inserted directly into them in the body.

The clergy soon woke up from their shock and split into two teams facing the cultists on either side of the hallway.

At this moment, deacon, who was kneeling on the ground, let out a weird laugh.

"hehehe, hehehe..."

He twisted his body on the ground, his body gradually changed as he twisted, and he was about to turn into a cultist.

As the unrolled bolt of white silk fell, the long knife, along with the ground, cut deacon's head.

From after me, from my side, from the rest of the castle; from the clergy, from the cultists, from Lillian and the others, from the other servants—

screams, broken china , screams, howls, broken tables and chairs, broken skeletons, screams... all kinds of sounds come into my ears.

It's both disordered and in a mess, and it's like a melodious piece of music, vaguely, someone is humming softly.

This music is called 'disaster', and it is called 'suffering', and it can also be called - 'joy'!

Zhong Ye turned his steps and jumped out suddenly.

Crossing the line of defense formed by the clergymen, he slammed into the group of cultists, his sharp sword turned, and more than a dozen heads flew up at the same time.

With a flick of the blade, the blood stained on the blade suddenly flowed and spilled onto the ground.

Zhong Ye passed through the blockade of the cultists, and a dozen or so headless bodies behind him spurted out blood like a fountain.

Those bodies without heads struggled to raise their hands, wanting to pick up their heads and put them on their necks, no matter which head was theirs or not, in short, survive first.

How could the clergy let them get their wish, and they were so excited that they directly waved their weapons coated with a layer of blessing, and slashed at those cultists who were not dead.

Lily and Lillian both noticed Zhong Ye's departure, but they knew very well that Zhong Ye couldn't leave for no reason. If nothing else, there were more important things than these cultists who needed him. to deal with.

Zhong Ye walked through several corridors with a long knife, and encountered several panicked servants who were about to run away.

After seeing the blood-stained appearance of Zhong Ye, they immediately screamed and ran away.

Glancing at them, Zhong Ye turned around and kicked open a door, and a deep staircase appeared in front of him.

The stairs are downwards, leading to the basement of the castle.

Da! clatter! clatter!

The stairs were narrow and closed, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed between the walls, adding to the horror.

Zhong Ye walked to the end of the stairs, and another wooden door appeared in front of him. Because the height of the stairs was not high enough, he couldn't stand up straight and couldn't kick.

So, he chose to charge up and throw a punch!

—Bang!

The wooden door flew directly from the end of the corridor to the end, crashing against the wall.

Behind the door is a corridor. You can hear the echo from the wooden door hitting the wall just now. The end is sealed, and there is solid ground behind the wall.

There is only one door in this corridor, and the music that Zhong Ye heard came from behind that door.

Zhong Ye walked over and pushed the door.

—The door opened.

In this spacious room brightly lit, a dozen crystal lamps illuminate every corner of the room.

The court musicians with fox-headed bodies played and sang melodious music, and dancers with countless pustules danced lightly and gracefully on the stage. Voice.

The moment Zhong Ye opened the door, the musicians stopped playing and singing, the dancers stopped dancing, the trees stopped moving, and they all cast their eyes out of the frame.

Then the lights went out.

Darkness came suddenly, and only Zhong Ye's eyes remained bright.

"hehe..."

"hehe..."

"shua brush..."

Listening to the laughter, Zhong Ye stepped into the room.

The flesh and blood were like a surging river, suddenly rushing from the left side, Zhong Ye raised his hand to exercise his breath, and the moment he patted the flesh and blood with the palm of his hand, the force penetrated into it like a thread of rain.

—bang!

The mass of flesh and blood swelled so much in an instant that it almost filled the entire room, even bypassing where Zhong Ye was, and fitting with other flesh and blood on his right side.

Then, pop!

The real flesh and blood spilled all over the room, and the picture of the dancer shattered.

The court musician with a fox-headed body screamed in anger, held down the frame, and jumped out of the painting, but it was the blade of a long knife that greeted it.

The blade split it in half, and the picture hanging on the wall also split in half and fell to the ground.

Taking a light breath, Zhong Ye turned around and charged towards the last enemy.

The masters of the eyes hidden in the woods emerged, pouring out of the frame, screaming in despair and pain, and the sound even penetrated the ground and entered the castle above.

The torrent of transparent Resentful Soul is surging, Zhong Ye face doesn't change, come forward.

The torrent engulfed him in an instant, and then the Resentful Souls hit themselves as if they had hit an iron wall, and the soul flew away and scattered.

They should have passed through the body, swept away body temperature and life force, but before the attack penetrated Zhong Ye's skin, it landed on the surging breath and was immediately crushed.

Zhong Ye strode forward nonchalantly in the torrent, splitting the picture hanging on the wall with a knife.

The painting is destroyed, and the Resentful Souls are freed from their bondage.

Hundreds of Resentful Soul's broken paintings flew out, driven by his own meager will, trying to escape from Zhong Ye.

However, in the darkness, two rays of light suddenly appeared, and the magnificent psionic energy burst out, catching up with every Resentful Soul that escaped, and smashing all the Resentful Souls to pieces.

"...Huh."

Putting the long knife back into its sheath, Zhong Ye bent down and picked up the cracked scroll.

He collected the 'remains' of the three paintings, stacked them in the center of the room, and lit the flames.

Although the three paintings had been destroyed, he still felt it would be safer to burn them all.

Just in case, he also took out the holy oil in the lined pocket, poured it into the flame, added oil and fire, and made the flame burn more violently.

When the flames showed a touch of sacredness, the three paintings screamed at the same time, sharp as if they were about to pierce the eardrums.

As the flames continued to burn, the screams gradually subsided.

When the flames were extinguished, Zhong Ye, who was staring at the flames, withdrew his gaze and turned to leave the room.

Of course, this is not enough insurance. After going up to see those priests, he will tell them about it and let them come back to this room to get rid of the remaining abyss.