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Baker Street 221 B, cemetery.
Gloomy darkness, foggy.
This is the lowest level of the entire Avalon place. After going past summer, wind and ocean currents also departed, covered here on fog. Even during the day it is also very hazy.
After heavy rain tonight penetrate the fog, it seems that it becomes weak, the rhythm, the sound of crushing spilled on the ground.
Mulch soaked with rainwater, it becomes muddy up as bubbling mire.
Carriage stopped at the door of the cemetery, a ghost hand as he Lakaichemen:
"He's there waiting for you."
Ghost hand and said: "Do not let him wait too long."
"The road is so part of it, you think I would go for how long?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, put his deerstalker, blatantly walked into the cemetery.
In the open cemetery, silent, silhouette solitude.
The shadows indistinct and occupied the high points around the entrance, the cemetery blocked.
Ye Qingxuan sight back, marching the foot of the white pieces and went on.
Funerals like here, but they were not priests and guests, only dressed in a long black coat standing next to the grave of the master of ceremonies, presided over the ritual.
At his side, the open coffin, obviously covered with white petals and white damask, was empty.
Master of ceremonies stood beside the coffin, looked at the tombstone, thinking stared. Men have retreated in the distance, afraid to disturb his trance.
But he does not look mysterious, it is not terrible, just an ordinary old man only.
It shaman.
"Whose funeral?"
Ye Qingxuan looked Kongguan, interrupted his silent meditation.
"Well ...... I have not thought about."
Shaman slowly shook his head: "The funeral was a serious matter, the identity of the protagonist is always the biggest puzzle."
And he turned his eyes fell on the young and strange black musicians.
"There are many small gang were instigated against my rule, some very troublesome little trash. I went to six assassins sent to clean them, but I'm looking forward, head first to be brought back ...... who belong ? "
His cloudy eyes staring teenager faces:
"--What do you think?"
"Slowly you might guess, spoilers this kind of thing, no fun at all."
Ye Qingxuan coldly responded: "I find the famous shaman here, is what you want to do is do the authors let me go lie down??"
Shaman silent for a moment, laughed softly, changing the subject: "Nice to meet you, to talk about some unpleasant things are always good, we talk about something else.
Mr. Holmes, you see how this city do? "
Ye Qingxuan surprised a moment, thought a moment then shook his head:. "I do not know, I felt it like a Yin Zhi old widow, moody, vicious deep-seated"
"Ah, almost."
Shaman nodded approvingly, can look up has become sadly: "But even if it is old widow, once it can be also a radiant beauty ah.
It is a time when young that time, from the bones exudes a gentle and beautiful.
It is presented as a hero sword, musicians praised its holiness and love. At that time the king has ruled the destiny of his powerful kingdom, universal peace and prosperity, most Western stands in the Anglo world.
But as the man died,Everything changed. "
He sighed, took out a cigar from his pocket to juvenile shook, Ye Qingxuan waved, he cut himself one, enjoy it after ignition.
In the rising smoke, his eyes grew dim up: "Mr. Holmes, we chat to the city's past it.
I want to tell you that once this city and this country, and it is his greatness and glory. "
Ye Qingxuan insisted cane, listen.
- -
"You know that was the time period just ended the Dark Ages, the golden era of human revival, King Arthur in honor of his beloved fairy lake built here, the construction of the entire West's most brilliant pearl, paradise on earth -? A Wallonia!
He collected human treasure, countless poets, the powerful knight, mighty legions, the most ornate brocade and most fragrant incense can be even better ...... the whole world, piled in here, they can not express his fairy of the lake love.
- because he owns everything, the gift of self to the lake fairy. "
In the darkness, he uttered the history behind the history, was buried in the past in the past.
That is the secret after being covered in layers of curtain.
"Before the encounter fairy lake, the great King Arthur is just a fisherman's son, a civilian.
But it strayed into the shadow of his country and the lake fairies met. The middle of what was happening within the meaning of no man, but the result is: Arthur got her favor.
It is the world's most worthy of praise things, one of the so-called 'love' thing. "
Shaman laughed softly, like a taunt, but also like praise:
"Fairy Lake in his love and power gave Arthur, he will be invincible, to break expansion of soil. With the help of the lake fairies, he forged a sword in the stone, it has become a universally strong invincible, and create Anglo, become a real destiny of the king!
It was his time, knights ride in the sky above the demon king knight retreat of the edge, and even natural disasters also were 11 expelled. Xijiang human world of unprecedented peace and health.
Flowers Kam, fire cooking oil.
Really good times ah, brilliant, great, worthy of all praise good word to it, like a fairy tale fairy tale. "
"Then, everything changed."
Shaman meal, hoarseness up: "Arthur crazy, he was swallowed too powerful force, into madness.
But, at that time, who do not know the person sitting on the throne turned into a madman.
With his old day by day, more and more hatred younger than his own son, felt
The child stealing his life.
He will own the eldest son drowned in boiling oil into, after sober but felt guilty and sad, crying for three days, neither sorrow.
He suspected his wife was unfaithful, so that men will change her clothes stripped naked walking in the streets, to accept the insult of all.
That street has still maintained the original Mo Yang, but it has been forgotten why it is called the 'Queen's Road' was.
In order to make their own supreme authority no one can threaten, he will be loyal to his death more than half of the Round Table. His relatives scraped divided those rights,Asking for the moon, became the man of the people, this is the blood of the glory of the empire.
In order to allow themselves to be King of Kings, he can not even tolerate the presence of the Holy City, militaristic, for the destruction of the holy city with the power savings.
Until the end, it is also the lake at his madness and missing. Huge Avalon, the glory of the city degenerated into demon. "
Shaman's voice hoarse and strange, if exudes the essence of darkness and madness:
"At that time, the entire city is covered in the ether he twisted projection boundaries, forming a strange space shadow of Avalon.
In that world, be able to put up the first aircraft such as forest in general, the guillotine became the fountain, it has been extended from the bloody torture chamber meanders up to the gate outside, into the path of Blood.
Until the end, Mad King Arthur deserted, in their own strength in the expansion of self-destruction. Leaving only the blood curse, from generation to generation.
This is the city's past lives, her once beautiful, successful woman. But now, it has become a gloomy fickle, dying mad woman, eyes staring cloudy, with pernicious eyes cursing the living.
All along, what you see outside of the poison, the real scourge and cancer, the root cause, but it is hidden in the shadows after city.
In a long consequences in the kinds of hundreds of years ago, until now, it has been the flow of endless ...... "
He whispered sigh, snuffed the hands of the cigar, cloudy eye pupil full of recollections.
Ye Qingxuan long silence, whispered:
"You told me this, wanted me to give up the trail?"
Shaman shook his head, "No, it just recollections of the city. If I want you to give up the trail, I would say so."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, exclaiming: "I never thought the shaman, turned out to be a concern for the fate of man."
"But the people who always want to make their living environment becomes better. You are not also the same?"
Shaman said dismissively: "even if it is bad luck, drawn the short straw, may have been, you worked very hard, is not it?"
Ye Qingxuan silence, the shaman can laugh.
"I think you have guessed a number of vaguely right? Mr. Holmes, or should I say ...... another name to call it?"
"In the past I might have thought about this, and now finally identified."
Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes to look in front of the shaman, or that his father mouth 'devil': "I just can not think, my father's mouth friend, who turned out to be the dark emperor."
"I can not think of a demon hunter month Yin's son, will be called the black musicians."
Shaman patted him on the shoulder, full of regret: "Since you back to Avalon, I have been watching you let the men.
Unexpectedly, I gave you bring this trouble. When I hear your melody, I know you're back. You want to be more than I thought. "
"Compared to this, I want to know ...... When my father doing exactly what was going on, only harm I got to this level."
"do not know."
Shaman Tanshou, "he made on foot thing, I still nest in the Austral Islands revive it, leg to stand on. So when I could react, only to find he has disappeared, you and your mother have been driven out of Afghanistan Walloon. I did not expect, even the famous blue ...... "
"Do not say that name."
Ye Qingxuan interrupted him: "If we want to continue to talk about it, do not say that name."
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Shaman shocked, he stared at the young faces, as if aware of the kind of gloomy apathy and anger behind the eyes, then slowly shrug:
"Well, do not talk."
He sighed, he had wanted to say, in fact, there are so many people care about you and want to let you go back ...... but this child, probably will not be back.
After he is betrayed once, and who will go to the so-called family trust it?
He was looking forward to seeing Ye Qingxuan that some of my past and your father, your uncle for so many years in fact, heart and mind that kind of thing, you can appease his grieving heart.
However, this did not use any eggs.
What seems to have never used eggs.
He sighed, took a cigar, spit out a sigh of past Yuyan: Ye Lanzhou, known as unparalleled elegance, moon Chant masterpiece musicians, there is an iron like a son to do.
Dead, he would happy, or sad it?
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