Haunted Places Live

In the middle of the boiling sky, the Great Elder finally knocked the gavel a few times, and shouted loudly, "Silence! Silence!"

The chaotic accusations and discussions finally gradually settled down. At this time, Shu Xiaojing, a dancer who had participated in Chu Yang's scarring ceremony, said, "Aren't we going to discuss how to deal with the invasion of the Devourer today? The Necronomicon has something to do with this." what relationship?"

After a moment of silence, a beautiful Chinese priest in the Chaos Temple said, "Because it is obvious that the Devourer is also looking for that book. If they get it first, the consequences will be disastrous. But now, our reality If Chu Yang is really only at the fourth level, he will not have the ability to protect the Necronomicon at all. The safest way is of course for him to hand it in, and then choose a more suitable person from my four Holy Sees to guard it."

Shu Xiaojing chuckled, "'A more suitable person?' May I ask how to define this suitability? Not to mention whether the two of them have the Necronomicon, even if they do, it is their property. When did our four great churches become Bandit organization?"

Both Daniel and Sophia nodded in agreement, and Tanno Hidemako, who was more respected, also nodded slightly, and looked at the elder, "I think our focus should be on the Devourer, not the Necronomicon. Even if the Devourer gets the Necronomicon Books, and books mean nothing to them if they are not chosen."

"Elder Danye's words are wrong." The Chinese priest said again, "If we say that the Necronomicon chose our Mr. Chu, how do we know that it will not also choose other real Chus at the same time?" Sir? Even if it only recognizes our Chu Yang, if it wants to forcibly imprison Mr. Chu and force him to tell the contents of the Necronomicon, it is not impossible. What's more, I heard that Mr. Chu among the devourers has already I have collected several versions of the Necronomicon, but I haven't found the most powerful one. So no matter who owns the Necronomicon of the Yisi people, this person is in great danger. In danger, they should be protected immediately."

Lynch said tit-for-tat, "Priest Yan, what you said may be reasonable. But Chu Yang does not have a Necronomicon, and his so-called ability to share life only appeared in that song. How can Based on this alone, it is asserted that he is the master of the Necronomicon? If he is, now he is not only a fourth level?"

"Obviously." Jin Xuanmin sneered, "There is a problem with his rating. I have never heard of a level [-] that can withstand the attack of Atrakh Nakya."

"That's because his stigmata are very strong!" Lynch retorted, "You deliberately didn't reinforce him in time, which almost caused his life to be lost! How can you explain this!"

"I have rescued as quickly as possible. Elder Bai Hongyu and all the executors who participated in the rescue at that time can testify." Jin Xuanmin was still aggressive, "On the other hand, how can a strong stigmata Choose a weak person as the host? Lynch, are you deliberately manipulating your elder friends to conceal Chu Yang's identity!"

"Okay!" Antonio spoke again, looked around, and finally fell on Chu Yang, "Chu Yang, in order to verify what you said, we hope you can play the song you used to treat Lynch on the spot."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a waiter put a pot of withered poppies in front of Chu Yang.Another messenger brought a chair.

Chu Yang looked at the potted flower, raised his head and said, "Yes, yes, but that song doesn't work every time. I only succeeded that one time."

Antonio still stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.A waiter came forward and pressed something like a seal on Chu Yang's bracelet, and the bracelet opened, which was temporarily taken off by the waiter.Chu Yang opened the case of the cello, installed the feet of the cello, and checked the broken condition of the bow hair.He sat on the chair, plucked the strings to check the pitch, and then glanced at Lynch.

Lynch nodded to him, with calm and steady eyes, as if casting a curtain of tranquility for him, isolating the chaos and hostility around him.

In just one month, Lynch taught him several ways to restrain his observation ability.And today he is going to use these methods to deceive the leading masters among the four Holy Sees.A little inattentiveness may lead to misleading, because even a little inattentive expression may be seen through by advanced observers who can perceive emotions or identify lies.

Chu Yang calmed down, took a deep breath, pressed his fingers on the strings, and the bow brought out the first notes on the strings.

The most important point of self-cutting the expression of the power of observation in the work is to enter a state of complete relaxation and aimlessness.His mind must be wandering all the time, unable to fixate on any one thought, intention, or concept.It's a bit like Zen Buddhism saying, turn the mind into a river, let it flow continuously, think about everything and think about nothing at the same time.

It's like a kind of mental white noise, a state of serenity and tranquility that's also lifeless.

When he was practicing this state of thinking, Chu Yang realized that it was much more difficult for him not to think about anything than to focus on certain memories, intentions or emotions.Countless thoughts were like tempting fingers, constantly touching his brain, pulling him in many different directions.Lynch taught him many methods, such as breathing relaxation method, text meditation method... He practiced it every night before going to bed.After half a month, I tried to play the cello in that state, but I always felt like I was walking on a mountain road with my eyes blindfolded, stumbling, and I didn’t have the hearty feeling when I played the piano in the past.And from time to time, I will uncontrollably focus on a certain emotion or intention along with the music, causing the observation power to overflow again.

But after practicing more times, he felt another kind of wonderful tranquility.

It was as if all the music had turned into water and clouds, gurgling away from his fingertips and under the bow, clear and simple, without any meaning, without any expectation, just simply shaking the air, simply being Ear reception.

Simply exist here, without past and future.

And now, he is playing that melody in such a white noise of thinking.The sound of the music is still beautiful, just like the strange red flowers blooming on the moor under the moon, stained with the dew left by the mist.The music is not completely empty, too strict suppression of one's observation ability will be even more suspicious.Chu Yang allowed himself to focus on a certain thought for a period of time from time to time, and then let go of that thought, allowing the power of observation to overflow step by step, and so on.At the end of the song, the potted flower was still withered, only a little green was faintly glowing at the root of a certain plant, which was as light as an illusion.

Discussions arose again.Jin Xuanmin stood up and said angrily, "You are deliberately suppressing your observation skills!"

Lynch sneered, "Director Jin, do you have evidence for what you say? Besides, the flower hasn't changed at all. Didn't the root of the one in the middle change a bit? Our own strength is not good enough to make everyone laugh."

Bai Dian, who was sitting in the third row, deliberately laughed in a moderate voice, "If the magic of the Necronomicon can't even revive a potted flower, wouldn't that be too low?"

He has such a rhythm, and many people are talking about it. Could it be just a coincidence?A talented newcomer who finds some heresy way to share his life in some heresy way?But there are also many people who suspect, like Jin Xuanmin, that Chu Yang is deliberately suppressing his own power.Unfortunately, as Lynch said, they have no evidence.The power of observation contained in Chu Yang's music is indeed in line with a fourth-level level. Many people feel calm in their hearts after listening to it, full of a faint sense of warmth, and the original hostility is also slightly softened.

But such power is far from enough to fight against irreversible death.

The scene was at an impasse for a while.

Chu Yang was about to collect the piano, but suddenly heard a strange, hoarse, but inexplicably fanatical and weird laughter coming from the second floor.

Everyone looked up, but on the second floor, a man in a yellow cloak stood up slowly, walked to the railing, and lowered his head to stare at Chu Yang.The shadow of the hood covered his face, and Chu Yang couldn't see his appearance clearly.But a strange coldness and fear, like instinct, climbed up his back along his ankles.He shuddered.

"He can pull better! He just needs to liberate himself!" The snake-like poisonous voice fell like ashes, and fell into Chu Yang's wide-open eyes that were frightened.

"It's him..." Chu Yang's voice trembled, unconsciously falling out of his throat.Lin Qi noticed Chu Yang's abnormality, and an ominous premonition gradually filled his heart.

Something is wrong, very wrong...

"Who are you!" Lynch asked loudly.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled his hood back, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged Asian man, but on that face was a strange and frenzied expression that would make people have nightmares. Smiling, the corners of his mouth were wide open to both sides, so far away that it seemed to be beyond the range of a normal person's ability to laugh.His eyes seemed to protrude slightly, with a lot of white, and the black eyes stared straight at Chu Yang, as if they were just two glass beads without a soul.

And under the yellow cloak was a long gray trench coat.

Chu Yang only felt a groan in his head, all the fear he thought he had overcome, all the panic that seemed to be watched and followed no matter where he went, the traces of the most private items in his home being turned over, The man's crazy laughter and crazy shouts... all kinds of nausea mixed with fear, entangled with the face that appeared again and again in the nightmare.But he couldn't move his body, and even his breathing stopped.

Except for seeing this person from a distance during the ceremony of receiving marks, all encounters with him after that were almost all in Chu Yang's hallucinations and nightmares.But now, this nightmare was finally no longer satisfied with distant peeping, no longer dormant in the depths of Chu Yang's consciousness, but appeared alive in front of him.

And Lynch was also stunned.He never expected that the strange man who pressed the Necronomicon into Chu Yang's cheek that he saw behind Carter's Gate would appear in the joint meeting.

The man in gray stretched out a hand, like a claw spliced ​​together by five dead branches, as if he wanted to strangle Chu Yang's throat in the air.There was a drunken and fanatical light in his eyes, as if he wanted to swallow Chu Yang into his stomach, and he said in a hoarse voice, "He is the chosen angel, he is the Necronomicon."