Not far away, next to the recording equipment console, He Meng and Gang suddenly opened their eyes, while the other investigators tensed up as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

This group of people got involved in the investigation of the Southern Continent much earlier than Fan Ning.

I also weighed and examined the works of Scheler and Senesino for a long time.

They naturally understood that the mystery contained in the first movement of Scheler's work, "Poem of Awakening," was already deeply entangled with the knowledge from the "Red Pond."

Just the opening chapter will directly push the "pool core" activated by the source god into the intense "production period"!

However, they had no clue as to how this dangerous process would be manifested before, and they were unable to investigate all the mysterious factors behind the pleasant listening session. The number of casualties on their side during the entire ceremony was completely unknown.

Depends on on-the-spot response ability.

But at this moment, the witness symbols of blood and palms suddenly hung everywhere in the church.

"Yiyong road sign?" Gang looked around at the surrounding heights with a stern expression.

Even low-level knowledgeable people are aware of the mystical function of Shifting Road Signs.

——The "path back to the dream" is recorded in the form of a "secret contract", thereby guiding the dreamer to a relatively fixed location, thus ensuring that he can see relatively specific things and knowledge, and obtain the mysterious resources he needs.

The two also noticed that there was a light background color on the paper, which was thin orchestral score ink. Perhaps the ignorant could only see it if they got closer.

"Vien's "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun"?" He Meng thought of the clues he had found in some past investigations of esoteric activities.

Nearby, a few of the guests closed their eyes, and then, it seemed as if some spirit body floated into these moving road signs, and the rings reflecting the spatial coordinates began to float and rotate violently in the air.

The air became plump and juicy in the next moment, as if water would flow out if a needle was pressed hard.

Although Fan Ning closed his eyes while conducting, he also felt this sudden change.

He remembered the retrospective witness talisman that had been suddenly tampered with at the foot of the old piano at St. Agenzia Hospital last time and almost dissolved him.

"Congratulations and hugs from 'Miss Crimson'?"

He solved some doubts that he had noticed in previous discussions but had not yet been fully understood.

"The influence of a fifteen-level 'pool'! Its source is too close to the height of the Hui Pagoda's dome, enough to trigger the personal intervention of a certain Lord of Witnesses."

"Could it be that the 'Auspicious Time' is not only the date of the 'Flower Ceremony', but also has another layer of mystical meaning, such as... the name of the echo of a certain 'pool' is also called the 'Auspicious Time'?"

"But the sense of dissonance caused by the echo is only temporary and cannot be sustained for even 24 hours. How can the echo that was realized with the "Afternoon of the Faun" as a prayer forty years ago affect the present?..."

"No, you forgot, the echo has another purpose." This is Joan's voice.

"It can be used to make curse seals or trace past road signs."

"Zi la..."

The knife made a crisp sliding sound on the porcelain plate.

Count Massenego raised his knife and cut off the fragrant meat strips from a large steamed lamb on the dining table.

Effortless, not awkward, and feels extremely silky and smooth.

The fragrance is inexplicably familiar, as if it is a bit similar to the "Seven Blessings" in flower delicacies, and also a bit similar to the fragrance of essential oils on ladies and ladies.

But in short, the lamb tastes tender, delicate and sweet, and the juice is rich.

The dishes presented by the waiters later were as delicious as the flowers just now, but compared to the petty platters before, the feast now was obviously more comfortable.

"Ding--"

Several diners nearby stretched out their wine glasses without looking at each other, causing the wine to splash.

The host has begun to accompany the guests to the feast, while the investigators are busy among the equipment and pipelines everywhere.

"What if Scheler notices the change and stops playing?"

At this time, Gang looked up at the back of the tuxedo on the podium and asked slowly.

"As the core of the command of the celebration, no matter whether Scheler or Senesino is chosen, he must continue to explore along the knowledge and questions he threw out at the beginning." He Meng briefly looked up from staring at the knife marks on the equipment.

"Is it as uninterruptible as methods of invoking the invisible power such as invocations or mystical rituals?" Oka asked.

He Meng and her looked at the front of the podium together: "According to the birth law of the 'Chi' phase, the blood of childbirth is destined to flow from the birth of the taboo, and the cost of violating or interrupting the process will only be higher."

"The Southland is destined to be a polluted or torn birth canal. Scheler's value as a person is not higher than that of the entire Southland. But since such a high price has been paid, the leader will not cause new losses unnecessarily.

As long as Scheler is a smart man who can listen to advice and does not add variables indiscriminately, his own safety is guaranteed."

On the stage, under the continuous weak beating of the timpani, Fan Ning stroked the beat calmly and restrainedly. Under the dissonance of the echo of "good luck", the tip of the racket seemed to have smashed something wet that seemed to be liquid but not gas.

.

No one noticed the slight expression on his lips.

He signaled the bassoon and bassoon to come into beat.

"Humming."

They blow out a mellow bass melody with smooth lines and vibrato.

"dawn."

The following fragments of notes flashed through Fan Ning's mind.

At the same time as the second hum appears, the flute and clarinet enter the beat.

A high-octave double tone jumps in, and the morning light penetrates the clouds.

"Lust!" Fan Ning pointed to the trumpet, and at the same time, the golden light of the star spirit body flourished.

The musicians followed immediately and roughly, blowing the four notes of re, fa, la, and #do on the gel membrane, and hovering over the most dissonant and sensually exciting #do.

"call out!!--"

One of the row of ceremonial broadswords hanging on the wall was snatched by his invisible force and fired towards Renela standing in the left corner of the podium!

The melted, soft and juicy air was pierced by the afterimage, and red juice splashed out.

"Pfft."

The sharp and broad blade goes straight into the heart.

"This lunatic!" Oka started to get up, ready to take action.

Just now we were discussing about "listening to the advice", but Scheler suddenly became angry and angry, with his hands free when he was conducting on the stage!

Although these esoteric cultists who worship the "Red Pond" can be considered a game aspect of the action plan, the plan has been laid out until today, on the eve of the birth of the evil god, and everything is still unclear. This kind of inexplicable move is likely to add variables out of thin air.

"Let's observe it first." He Meng frowned and said.

"Mr. Scheele knows a lot about 'violence'."

"It's such a pity that I never slept with you."

Renela smiled sweetly, and a small amount of blood spilled from her chest and dripped down her red dress.

"bravo!"

Directly below, a diner raised his knife and fork and spoke inarticulate Janus praises while chewing.

He is indeed an excellent helmsman to welcome the arrival of the "Great Mother"

"Who wants to learn? I will teach you personally." Fan Ning smiled coldly.

From now on, the Southern Kingdom is no longer the original Southern Kingdom, and the people and things are completely different. In the past few days, he has long observed that, except for the order enforcers, such as Li or Master Lucter, even the senior leaders in the church are not the same.

Gradually going crazy.

There is no other performance occasion that can suit the primitive, chaotic and violently contradictory artistic conception of the first movement as easily as today.

An excellent foundation for advancement into the Insightful One.

Only by fighting hard enough can you get a chance to survive when you jump over the chasm!

"Humph." He raised his right hand slightly.

The bassoon's psalms in praise of pastoral scenery are revived.

"Thrilling!" He glanced at the viola part of the score with his peripheral vision.

A gray D minor chord tremolo plays from the front left.

"Lust." "Hum."

The two opposing motives reappear in the tremolo, and their positions are subtly interchanged.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!——"

Six consecutive broad swords were rolled up by his invisible force and pierced directly into the chests of the diners at the banquet in front of the stage who had "echoed" from the road signs. Senesino was also among them, and the two Fanghui Temples

The clergy are also among them.

"Ascension."

Fan Ning's eyes were like torches, his inner rhythm was advancing accurately, and his right hand was waving in gestures.

The cello and double bass, which had been silent for a long time, played a very fast upward scale with fff intensity, and then suddenly became stagnant, pulling down the third note.

“Da da da da da da da/ta————da————da————”

Welcome new life from the breath of complete stillness.
To be continued...