The Whispering Verses Chapter 33: Relics out of control

It was extremely quiet. When Xia De saw no one, he walked towards the sofa. No sitting down, easy to leave at any time.

But his eyes once again saw the brass-colored metal gear box on the coffee table. According to common sense, Shade would certainly not take the initiative to touch any unknown item.

But up close, in addition to seeing the large and small gear knobs on the brass cubic metal surface, he actually saw a line of twisted music-like text on the upward front.

Although he had never seen it before, Shade still understood it:

"I'm watching you in the dark."

Immediately, the whispering voice in my heart reminded:

【You have come into contact with "Whispers". 】

"What, is this a relic?"

Xia De was surprised, and at the same time found that the bright gas lamps and crystal chandeliers in the room had actually become dim.

An inexplicable feeling of terror made him look down at the brass gear box. The box was quietly opened at some point, and the front lid deviated from the box body.

As the light became darker and darker, billowing black mist poured out from it, rushing around like waves.

"Isn't this the plot of a horror novel...This is..."

[The relics containment is out of control. 】

Shade didn't even have time to react before the black mist that poured out completely extinguished the light in the room.

The surroundings were completely dark, as if a layer of black ink was painted on the eyes. In the darkness, the fear became more intense, causing Shade's body to tremble subconsciously.

In a world where darkness has fallen, the sense of direction is completely gone. Shade felt as if he had fallen into the most terrifying abyss. His body and mind were invaded by fear. At a certain moment, he even thought that he was being watched by a huge indescribable thing in the darkness.

The extreme panic made him want to shout, but the stranger quickly calmed down. He knew what to do was the most rational thing at this moment.

In the dark space, reason and sensibility fight each other. This fear is not his emotional control, but an instinctive reaction. At the same time, in the moment of rising fear, a whisper came from the darkness.

That was not a nice woman’s voice in my head, it was the whisper of hatred and resentment that seemed to be overlapping millions of people. The sound was like crawling white worms rubbing in the ear canal, and there was even a layer of goosebumps on the back of the bare hands.

"Huh? Why can I see the back of my own hand?"

He looked down at his hand, and a faint silver light covered it, preventing his body from being completely swallowed by darkness:

"Yes, I am no longer an ordinary person, I am a ring warlock."

He reluctantly calmed down in fear, looked at his hands, felt the slowly rotating brass life ring in his soul, and called it out.

The bell rings!

Behind the body wrapped in silver moonlight, the white steam in the dark space seemed to be dyed with silver light.

Whistle!

The distant space and time echoed with inexplicable screams, and the deep darkness was shaken by it.

Giant hammer!

The giant hammer struck from the depths of steam and darkness. Amidst the splashing of sparks, the brass life ring appeared behind it in a very high-speed spinning posture, sputtering sparks into the darkness.

"Silver Moon!"

Even if he did not master any of Silver Moon's thaumaturgy, relying solely on what he was thinking at the moment, Shade, standing in the darkness, still followed his own thoughts and raised his right hand high at the moment and shouted.

The full display of the life ring is the ring sorcerer's strongest posture. The brass ring sputtering with sparks has been echoed by the owner, and the core rune of [Silver Moon] flashes.

Shad seemed to hear a woman's laughter at this moment. Then, on his raised right index finger, silver light bloomed like the dazzling sun.

The light of the moonlight gradually spread to the surroundings, making the surrounding darkness fade away as if going back in time.

At the same time, Shade also noticed that in front of him, the golden light outlined the outline of a seated woman. Her light was also dispelling the terrible darkness that emerged due to the out-of-control relic.

"This is the person who wants to see me..."

Xia De thought in his mind, watching the light dispel the darkness and restore the surrounding to the appearance of a reception room.

The darkness retreated unwillingly. The darkness wanted to tear Shade apart, but it could not get close to the brilliance of the silver moon.

The whispers were also cursing the people emitting light. The voices overlapped repeatedly and were almost indistinguishable. But Shade still heard the most obvious voice among them. More than one whisper said that sentence. This was not a word directed at him, but an unintentional murmur of a whisper in the dark.

Outlanders understand this incomprehensible language:

"Old Gods! You **** thieves! Thirteen..."

The darkness completely receded, and the silver brilliance in Shade's fingers gradually dissipated. But he felt that if he needed it, he could still use such an ability. This could be regarded as the first thaumaturgy he created, [Silver Moon's Light Technique].

Although it's not very useful.

The last whisper kept echoing in his ears. Shade was surprised by the content, but he didn't know whether it was true or false. What is heard in the out-of-control whispers of relics is generally not believable.

Looking down at the brass cubic box on the coffee table, it was already closed, as if the black mist pouring out just now was just an illusion.

Looking up again, I looked in the direction of the golden woman's figure. That was the wall where the bookshelf was located. There was a wooden door with a gap in the lower right corner of the large bookshelf.

The handle of the wooden door is pure gold and blends well with the bookshelf, so Shade didn't notice it when he walked into the room just now and stepped on the red wool carpet a palm's width behind.

He instinctively understood that he wanted to see his woman. The golden lady just now was in the room behind this door.

The interior is a little cooler than the corridor. You must know that the corridor itself is cooler than the city on this summer night, and the indoor temperature seems to be the season of late autumn.

"The temperature seems a little abnormal. I remember that the temperature was normal at the beginning. Is the consequence of the out-of-control relics not over yet?"

[The power of a high-level warlock affects the environment, and the opponent is probably very angry. 】

"High ring? Ninth ring or above? Wait, how do you know? Also, why is she angry? Shouldn't it be me who should be angry?"

Xia De was startled, and then the voice finally came from behind the door:

"Young sir, do you know how much trouble you have caused? The poet-level relic [Dark Box] can only be activated when its own opening spell is recited and it possesses the spiritual runes related to light and celestial bodies. The containment will be out of control. I just want to meet you, why are you doing this? This incident tells me once again that you must not leave [relics] around, otherwise you might encounter some kind of person."

Her speech speed is not very fast, it is a common northern language with an accent. Judging from her voice, she should be no more than thirty years old, but she may be just over twenty years old. The tone was very elegant, and even Xia De could hear the undisguised anger in the other person's tone.

"I...I'm sorry, I don't know...I'm not trying to shirk responsibility, I just...may I ask, what do you want from me?"

He didn't know how to explain it. The lady behind the door would definitely not have guessed that the invited guests could easily read ancient texts, let alone know the guests' spiritual runes. Therefore, what happened just now was indeed caused by Sha De of.

He wanted to ask for compensation, but the other party was a high-level ring warlock, and he definitely couldn't afford it, so he could only ask the other party what he wanted to do.

Just now, both he and the other party used the power of the Ring Warlock, but the lady behind the door was not surprised, which meant that she already knew the detective's identity when she invited him on the second floor.

This made Shade very confused. He had only been a ring warlock for a day, so no one should have seen through him.

But at least the woman behind the door is not Mrs. Lasoya. Even if he has never heard Mrs. LaSoya speak, Shade is very sure that a person who doesn’t know whether he is a man or a woman cannot be so elegant and calm. The tone speaks.

"Young sir, what do you call me?"

The woman behind the door asked. Shade couldn't see through the door and see the other person, but he thought the other person could see him. He could completely imagine the scene of the woman sitting behind the table, talking to him through the door.