113 Pomp and Circumstance (2/2)
”I didn’t expect him to need help. Seems like he isn’t as strong as I thought.” The Pyramid King had recovered from his fear. Looking around, he roared at the darkness, ”I’m going to say this one last time. Come out! Or else I’ll kill her!”
”Just give up,” Bai Xi sighed. ”I’m just a passerby. I don’t know that guy.”
”It doesn’t matter. With you here, he’d be scared to kill the wrong person. He can’t attack me anymore.” The Pyramid King grabbed the girl’s hair, pinching at her cheeks, leering at her, ”What a good little girl. It’ll be a pity if you die. I can’t promise what will happen if he doesn’t come out.”
”I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a hoarse voice rang from the darkness.
”Shut up and show yourself!” Sam swept his sharp gaze around.
A sigh came from the writhing darkness, ”Then, as you wish…”
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Deathly pale moonlight shone suddenly, lighting up the cemetery full of grief and darkness. The light fell on the broken gravestones, as if they were lit with light from Hell. In the suffocating stillness, creaks sounded, like the gate of Hell had opened slowly. Rotting dirt turned, as if the dead buried six feet under were awakening, pushing at their tomb so they could bathe in the moonlight.
As the dirt turned, a coffin slowly opened, and a thin figure rose from the rotting earth. Welcomed by everyone’s fearful eyes and weapons, the figure walked out casually. He had just walked out of a coffin, but he was dressed finely in a beastly robe. The scales on his shoulder reflected the white moonlight. Holding a black cane and wearing a rotting hat from the coffin, he looked as if he were attending a banquet—a banquet for demons! His silhouette was thin yet sharp like the contour made of steel wires. The face hidden in the shadows of the hat was unclear, but a vague smile was visible. It was all so odd.
Everyone was taken aback. No one had expected for the terrifying thing to be hidden beneath their feet. It was impossible to discern…whether this figure was alive or dead. Even a musician was a human. Unless he had mutated himself, how could he live for so long in a rotting coffin?
”Greetings, Your Majesty the Pyramid King,” the polite voice sounded from under the hat. The voice carried the grace that all elites strived for. It was full of dignity and made him seem unapproachable, separate from the others. But no one noticed as he sneakily threw an underground respirator into the darkness. If not for that, he really would have suffocated.
He had planned on hiding in the coffin and waiting until the Pyramid King had completely broken before interrogating him, but he did not expect the man to have such powerful alchemy equipment. Nor did he think that Bai Xi would be here because she cared for him. Plans never accounted for all possibilities. He was used to this. The best solution was to keep his image as a dark musician and terrify them.
Seeing him, fear flashed through the Pyramid King’s eyes, but quickly, it was replaced by ferocity, ”You dare to come out?”
”Why not?” Ye Qingxuan laughed lightly, ”Didn’t I come tonight to fulfill my promise? But sadly, our game went astray and the entertainment disappeared early on.” He emphasized ‘entertainment,’ revealing his regret.
The hoarse voice did not seem to fit the youth, and felt like the low voice of the dead. The thugs trembled with fear. This figure that seemed like a gentleman had the aura of something monstrous.