Soul echo

Chapter 311 Three Paintings

As a result, the room fell into a long silence. Viscount Raymond stood there without saying a word, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Suddenly, Zhong Ye sighed, and pulled Jin Shiyue out of the scabbard.

"The Raymond family is hopeless, he is just delaying time."

Hearing this, the priest immediately cast a magical spell on Viscount Raymond, and then saw the old man hide away at a speed that did not match his age.

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

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

Zhong Ye turned and opened the door, while the priest walked towards Viscount Raymond, wielding a mace, tore off the obstructing robe, exposing his shiny armor to the air.

"Originally, you might be able to live longer, but if you become a cult member, your life will come to an end!"

There were figures gathered on both sides of the corridor outside the door, and the clergymen standing in the corridor became vigilant. After hearing the violent drinking from the room, they all tore off their robes and showed their armed forces.

At this moment, the frightened deacon, who was standing by the side, suddenly knelt on the ground holding his own throat, his eyes bulged, and the eyeballs seemed to be out of control, as if they wanted to jump out of their sockets.

Glancing at the deacon, Zhong Ye's irises lit up immediately, and the air masks directly covered everyone's heads, even the deacon got one.

The breathing was finally smooth, and the deacon was gasping for breath, but soon, he found that his blood was pooling to the lower body, and he was terrified.

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

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

Just as several cultists were about to jump in from the window, Zhong Ye glanced at them. The gust of wind mixed with shards of glass slammed back and knocked those cultists out, with countless pieces of glass directly inserted into their bodies.

The clergy quickly woke up from the shock and divided into two teams, facing the cultists on both sides of the corridor.

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

"Hey Hey Hey……"

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

Falling down like a horse, the long knife cut off the deacon's head together with the ground.

From behind, from beside me, from other parts of the castle; from priests, from cultists, from Lilian and others, from other servants—

Shouts, broken porcelain, screams, howls, broken tables and chairs, shattered bones, screams...all kinds of sounds came into my ears.

It was chaotic, but also like a melodious piece of music, in the faint, someone was humming softly.

The name of this music is 'disaster', the title is 'pain', and it can also be called-'joy'!
Zhong Ye turned his steps and jumped out suddenly.

After crossing the defense line formed by the priests, he blatantly crashed into the crowd of cultists. The sharp long knife 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 sprinkled to the ground.

Zhong Ye passed through the blockade of the cultists, and a dozen headless figures behind him spewed out blood like a fountain.

Those bodies without heads struggled to raise their hands, trying to retrieve their heads and put them around their necks. No matter whether that head was their own or not, they had to survive first.

How could the clergymen let them get what they wanted? Excited, they swung their blessed weapons and slashed at the cultists who were about to die.

Both Lily and Lilian noticed Zhong Ye's departure, but they knew very well that Zhong Ye couldn't leave without a reason. If there were no accidents, there were more important things for him to deal with than these miscellaneous fish cultists.

Zhong Ye walked through several corridors with a long knife in his hand, and met a few servants who were panicked and about to run away.

After seeing Zhong Ye's blood-stained appearance, they immediately let out a scream and fled in all directions.

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

The stairs go down, leading to the underground of the castle.

clatter!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 there was another wooden door in front of him. Because the stairwell was not high enough, he couldn't stand up straight, and it was difficult to kick.

Therefore, he chose to accumulate strength and punched out a punch!
--boom!

The wooden door flew straight from this end of the corridor to the end, and slammed into the wall.

There is a corridor behind the door. From the echo of the wooden door hitting the wall just now, it can be heard that the end is sealed and there is solid land behind the wall.

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

Zhong Ye walked over and pushed the door.

- The door opened.

This spacious room was brightly lit, and a dozen crystal lamps illuminated every corner of the room.

The court musicians with fox heads played and sang melodious music, and dancers with countless pustules danced on the stage, shadowy, like a forest with many eyes hidden, shaking the leaves to harmonize with the music.

The moment Zhong Ye pushed open the door, the musicians stopped playing and singing, the dancers stopped dancing, the woods stopped moving, and they all cast their gazes out of the picture frame.

Then, the lights went out.

The darkness fell suddenly, leaving only Zhong Ye's eyes still bright.

"hey-hey……"

"whee……"

"Swipe..."

Hearing the laughter, Zhong Ye stepped into the room.

Flesh and flesh rushed from the left side like a torrential river. Zhong Ye raised his hand to exercise his breath, and the moment his palm touched the ball of flesh and blood, strength penetrated into it like rain.

- Bang!

The mass of flesh and blood swelled out of shape in an instant, almost filling the entire room, and even bypassed where Zhong Ye was, and joined other flesh and flesh on his right side.

Then, explode!

Real flesh and blood spilled all over the room, and the painting of the dancing girl shattered.

The court musician with the fox head screamed angrily, held down the frame, and jumped out of the painting, but what greeted him was the edge of a long knife.

The blade split it in half, and the painting 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 picture frame one after another, screaming in despair and pain, the sound even penetrated the land and passed into the castle above.

A torrent of transparent resentful souls surged in, and Zhong Ye stepped forward without changing his face.

The torrent engulfed him in an instant, and then, the resentful souls knocked themselves out of their wits as if they had hit an iron wall.

They were supposed to pass through the body, taking away body temperature and vitality, but before the attack penetrated Zhong Ye's skin, they landed on the surging breath and were immediately crushed.

Zhong Ye strode forward as if nothing had happened in the torrent, and split the painting hanging on the wall with a knife.

The paintings were destroyed, and the wraiths were freed from their bondage.

Hundreds of resentful souls flew out of the painting, driven by their meager will, intending to escape from Zhong Ye.

However, in the darkness, two rays of light suddenly appeared, and the magnificent spiritual energy burst out through the body, catching up with every fleeing resentful soul, smashing all the resentful souls to pieces.

"……call."

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

He collected the 'remnants' of the three paintings, piled them in the center of the room, and lit the fire.

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

Just in case, he also took out the holy oil that was in the inner pocket, poured it into the flames, and added oil to the fire, so that the flames burned more violently.

When the flames showed a hint of sanctity, the three paintings screamed at the same time, so sharp that they seemed 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 safe enough. After he goes up to see those priests, he will tell them about this and let them come to this room again to get rid of the remaining abyssal breath.

(End of this chapter)