Mystery: Paradox Path

"Has it started?" Feeling the mad outpouring of his spirituality, Snow's fingers were still jumping on the keys, and the melodious notes converged into a style completely different from Loen's existing musical structure.

The melody is circulating in the air, and some pedestrians have begun to stop and listen on the road below the Elmida Theater. As the most mainstream "entertainment" in this era, music can be said to be an art that can be enjoyed by all but the poorest.

Although the North District is not as rich or expensive as the West District and Queens District, it is also an upper-class area in Backlund. It is precisely because of this that the pedestrians here are qualified to have a leisurely time in the afternoon.

The real creator's sight spanned the ocean and focused on Snow's body. Even if he had been restrained, his eyes with frantic will were enough to make ordinary people go crazy.

However, Snow acquired mental resistance at the stage of being a listener, and he often listened to real ravings. He had already adapted to this kind of flamboyant and frantic spirituality, and the exciting and dangerous gaze became a fun addition to his performance. wine.

Well, it's like filling two bottles of water of life.

With a bit of a dizzy feeling, Snow's finger rotation became more and more wild, and the soft playing that originally tended to become gradually became more intense.

The piano with the characteristics of ten praisers has elevated the already valuable piano to a level of art. There are even people in related industries who have begun to consider whether to negotiate the lease and use of this piano. —

No one in the industry would feel like they could afford it.

More and more people gathered outside the Grand Theater, but Snow's movements did not stop. His body rose and fell with the rhythm, as if he was venting the tension and unease that had been stagnating in his heart at this time.

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared faintly in the distant sky, but the notes on Snow's fingertips softened.

He took a deep breath and pressed the end note, because he knew exactly what that light meant.

"0-08 still used the meteor shower... Is it because Edsack used it to 'play' a witch, or did Klein discover something? Or is it... Mr. Azik's problem?"

Snow poured water into his mouth, feeling that the spirituality in his body was constantly being extracted by all parties, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a hideous arc.

He took out a bell and shook it gently twice, the streamer brought by Duoduo's golden eyes flashed away, and he disappeared in place with the letter that Snow had already prepared.

The piano sounded again, but this time, it was no longer an impromptu performance composed of various Russian minor keys, but a classic repertoire arranged during this period.

The pollution in Zhenzao's gaze was gradually reduced, the evil spirit in the heavenly creation became more and more excited, Snow quietly looked at the east, and the performance became more and more intense...

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But at this moment, Snow's fingertips suddenly trembled, because at this moment, he felt the majestic anger of the original creator, who had calmed down.

The anger of the gods, even if it was not directed at him, Snow instantly felt cold hands and feet, his brain was shaking, his soul was boiling, and all his reason was almost melted at that moment.

The biting chill that ran through almost everything made Snow truly realize what it means to be like a prison.

Under the wrath of the gods, even the most entertaining group of souls became frightened, and the spiritual unity that Snow was seeking was completed in this moment.

But he was not happy at all.

Taking advantage of the short-lived fear, the main consciousness returned to the body, trying his best to maintain this rare state, but Snow's heart was full of depression.

"If I had known it was so simple, I would have a crazy concert. Wouldn't it be better to find a place to hide and wait for Ince to use up that umbilical cord?"

Snow sighed in a tangled mood, but it was only a momentary loss of control, because he knew very well that if it wasn't for this performance, Zhenzao wouldn't be so focused, and his anger was not directed at him, nor would he It was so fiery that it almost melted his sanity.

After entering the semi-meditation state to stabilize his mental state, Snow's fingers jumped again, and the short paused notes played again. The anger that really made at that moment also began to slowly subside in the tune of his hometown.

"It's about to start, right?" An angel with thirty-six wings appeared beside Snow. He handed the water glass with a straw inserted to his mouth, allowing the liquid inside to enter Snow's body smoothly.

As his body slowly regained its vitality, Snow's gaze towards the east became more and more sharp.

"If you can save one, it's one..." As the age of Sui rose, the movements of his fingertips suddenly changed, and a new movement began to play.

…

On a street deep in the East District, Old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment holding the ham in the paper tape.

He looked around vigilantly, worried that those hungry guys with green eyes would rush to steal his New Year's gift.

Although the environment of the Eastern District has improved a lot under the enthusiastic management, it is still only a part of the area. The paper population of Backlund Eastern District is 1.35 million, but the actual population is at least 100% higher. times, and the total population of the entire Backlund is only five million.

In other words, no matter how to increase income and reduce expenditure, it is impossible for everyone in the East District to be able to eat enough.

Just when Old Kohler was alert to the homeless who might rush out of the corner, a yellowish mist mixed with iron black spread, and the visibility became lower and lower. Old Kohler raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose in discomfort—

"Why is the fog so bad today?"

He tried to pick up the pace, but soon, painful sensations began to creep up on his body, his cheeks started to heat, his chest started to get stuffy, his throat was uncomfortable, and he couldn't breathe, he tried to comfort himself, just get some sleep. He got up, but the rapidly deteriorating situation told him that he might not be able to hold on.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the bag of ham that had almost spread out because of the fall, and felt desperately the realization that death was coming.

But just as the voices and smiles of his deceased wife and children flashed before his eyes, he vaguely heard singing.

"Song?" Such a thought popped up in the mind of the already blurred old Kohler, and a faint light in the distance was reflected in his eyes, which had been a little labored to even open.

The singing sounded from far to near, and the mist mixed with black iron and light yellow seemed to avoid it. The man in black clothes walked out of the mist and listened to the cluttered approaching footsteps. Before he passed out, Old Kohler heard the He spoke with a little reassurance—

"This man is still alive! Quick!"

Chapter 218 Interlude