Chapter 260: Gorgeous Crying

"In short, it still needs calculations. More data support." Yimeizi said. This time he actually made a universal gesture to end his speech.

Nesse turned to Lasnuolo, "Can I talk to you?"

"Oh. No. Little guy." The high-level vampire wrapped himself in a cloak, and the ghost clung to him, like a layer of biting paint, hissing and clawing around. "Because technically, I'm not here anymore. You can't talk to a guy who's not here—"

"I'll pretend you're not here."

"Really? From now on?"

"……real."

"Shh-"

The vampire made a strangled motion, "Stop talking. I'm not here anymore."

very good. Better than nothing. Almost nothing. Nese looked at the ugly dot in the sky, Willy Xiao. This guy is reciting the intro to the next show. The music was very low, almost inaudible. Because the next program is the highlight of the three Killing Zone bands - "Six Six Six Variations, Gorgeous Crying" that leads to mourning - they have to keep a low profile for a while.

"Come to this room." Nese whispered.

"Stay here." A Mathematical Olympiad apprentice repeated expressionlessly. Before he spoke, Nesse didn't realize that these two crotched creatures actually had their own wills and mouths. He walked over and looked at him. "You are asking us to do such a thing. Is it possible that the seal is a warning to us, or some kind of description?"

The apprentice glanced at him and remained silent.

Nese realized that his understanding of the Olympiad was not thorough enough. Because when this thing was transmitted to the main material plane, most of it must have been distorted and abandoned - because it was too difficult to understand. He spread too much energy on this and failed to get it through completely. Otherwise, he would definitely understand why Yimeiz always asked them to stay until the end.

The reason is very simple, the simplest one that anyone can figure out. Or, it's very complicated, the kind that only the Olympians can figure out.

All guests were present and stayed together until the end of the funeral.

Before Willy Shaw returned, he planned to trigger the "ending" by actively ending the funeral. If he can do it, so can other guys.

And all guests have to be present because there are events that all guests need to participate in.

It's obvious.

Nese pulled up his legs and rushed towards the stage where Weili Xiao was sitting.

He understands now.

"You can't fly, little servant? Even chickens can fly." Lasnuolo teased lazily behind him. At this point he no longer mentioned the "I'm not here" theory. Nese pursed her lips, and a second later, appeared on the back of Weili Xiao.

The occultist was completely unaware of his arrival and was happily waving two drumsticks - or a baton - anything unimportant. Nese rushed forward and knocked Willi Xiao away from the pastel square. At the same time, a hand passed under his upper arm, pulling the two forearms together in reverse and holding them firmly.

"Hi!

!

Are you crazy?

! open!

!

Xiaowei!

!

"

The occult scholar yelled and screamed, and Nesse hit him hard, pointed at his ear and uttered the words that he had not prepared a second and a half ago: "Run quickly."

"What are you running for?"

The guests stopped and looked at their whereabouts in amazement. But the three members of the Killing Zone band were not affected in any way. The music rises. It quickly became deafening.

The tingling sensation in her eardrums alerted Nese.

"Walk!

! "He turned his head and shouted to the place where the guests were most densely packed. "Let's go!

!

Teleport!

!

fly!

!

"

Willy Xiao struggled blankly. "Weizai. Do you have anything-"

A loud noise from behind interrupted his words. Nese turned his head and saw where Willy Xiao was standing just now - at the top of the host's platform, a large group of trembling compressed air was rapidly spreading - because the density difference was too huge, its edges looked extremely Smooth and complete.

"Explosion. See? Do you understand?" He let go of Willie Shaw slightly, allowing him to move freely. What he really wanted to catch was a metz. Question him - no matter how this cunning old skeleton monster pretends to be righteous this time, he must let him explain to him what is going on in a language that all living things can understand.

But there was no time. "Evacuate all the guests who come here. Evacuate as many as you can. Otherwise they will all die," he said to Willy Shaw.

"Otherwise we will all die." He emphasized in a different way.

Willy Xiao's face was twisted into a ball by the inertia. But he quickly got over it and answered. Nese tried so hard to answer but didn't hear anything.

The compressed air caught up with them. Drown out the sounds they can make and hear.

The last image he saw was Shan Karabi, the leader of the Fallen Angel Order, with a serious face and dark green eyes flashing, rushing towards them.

…

…

…

When Nesse woke up again, he felt like he was lying on something like a sled, being dragged by two plier-like hands. He wanted to raise his face and look around, but he felt something piercing from his left ear to his right ear, fixing his head.

"Don't move." He heard the sound of a calm structure above his head. Then Willy Shaw’s voice sounded not far away:

"Well. It's best not to move. Don't ask me how I know. But don't worry too much and don't have any stress reactions. We are receiving treatment. It is safe. Very safe." He said it quickly, as if he was in a hurry. No matter who you want to persuade.

"Where are we?" Nesse asked. Then I realized there was no need to ask. A top-down picture appeared in his mind:

He and Willy Xiao were facing up in a long corridor with a metallic luster on the wall. Two clerks from the terminal office carried them on their flat backs and stretched out their hands to clamp them at a weird angle. wrist.

The corridor is empty. It was just him and Willy Shaw and two clerks.

"How was the funeral?"

He tried his best to accept the situation. He couldn't imagine that one day he would think it was good news that Willy Shaw was still around - and this was that day, in a state of control, at least he still had someone who could understand him and communicate with him. "Did all the guests leave safely?"

Willy Xiao didn't answer.

After a while, sobbing came from that direction.

"No?" Nese continued to ask. Questions without a response should look silly. But he didn't think so. "Are Imetz and Lasnuolo still there? Where's Shan Karabi? I'm sure there will be survivors. We have to contact them first."

The sobs grew louder.

"Do you know anything else? You woke up before me." Nese continued to talk about himself. "You have to know something else-"

"That wasn't an explosion. Vicky."

Willy Xiao seemed to be unable to control himself any longer, and let out a loud cry of sorrow, and his wailing echoed in the corridor. "That's a sonic attack!

It was the musicians who attacked us!

! They want to catch us all..."

"Okay. How many died?"

"How much of what?"

"How many of our people have they killed? Volunteers of the Returned Star Council." Nesse paused. "The people of Ezaint."

"No. Xiaowei." Willy Xiao snorted and blew his nose hard. "No one. No one died."