Chapter 257 Don't disturb Mr. Snow playing the piano
The smell of blood spreads on the ship, and the greasy and moist gray moss grows in the night wind. The entire ship silently sails toward the depths of the ocean, but in such a strange and horrifying scene, the high-pitched piano sound
Playing in the night sky.
Made in Heaven is singing, Snow's hands are dancing wildly, and the extraordinary characteristics of the ten singers are spreading warm power in every key stroke, illuminating the entire cabin exceptionally brightly.
But at this moment, Snow's hands suddenly paused, and then, some urgent knocking came from the door.
【Really made foul language】!!!
Made in Heaven let out a roar filled with pollution. Snow immediately stood up, hung Made in Heaven around his neck, and while caressing the vertical pupils on its chest, he whispered to soothe its manic mood.
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"I suddenly felt a sense of crisis." Wright's figure at the door suddenly trembled, and his face became extremely pale. Sera, who was pacing anxiously at the side, glanced at the gray moss spreading at the entrance of the walkway, with an extremely nervous expression.
The way:
"It would be strange if there was no sense of danger at this time! Why hasn't Mr. Snow opened the door yet?"
"Click..."
Just as the two of them were staring nervously at the entrance to the aisle, the hatch next to them finally opened. The energetic Snow showed a professional smile, looked at the two of them and said:
"What happened?"
"The moss has spread to this level. Should we go to the lower level to hide for a while?" Wright felt that the death star above his head was shining brighter and brighter, and he briefly stated the purpose of knocking on the door.
Snow glanced at the moss that had spread to the entrance of the walkway, raised his eyebrows slightly and said:
"It will take another hour. You can wait in the living room. Those things don't dare to come near my room."
With that said, he got out of the way into the house, and then walked into the bedroom without looking back. As the bedroom door was closed, the melodious piano music was played again. Sierra and Wright looked at each other, and finally left.
Entered the living room.
"Why do you have to play the piano at this time!" Sera muttered feebly while sitting on the sofa in the first-class living room. She couldn't help but take out a brass plate, but after playing with it for a long time, she had no choice but to
Put it away.
Wright took a deep breath, then pointed to his head and said:
"After the sound of the piano started playing, the feeling of danger disappeared. It was also the same before, when the sound of the piano was interrupted by our knocking on the door, I felt a sense of crisis far greater than before."
"You mean, Mr. Snow is playing the piano against this ghost ship?"
Sierra narrowed her eyes, but Wright shook his head:
"I think it's quite the opposite."
Sera immediately cast a curious look at Wright, but Wright did not intend to say more. Based on the intensity of his previous spiritual warnings, he was almost certain that Mr. Snow had at least a level 1 or higher seal.
It is an object, and the danger of that sealed object is probably even greater than that of Barbossa, who is already a demigod.
The Extraordinaries who boarded the ship this time all had their own thoughts. As the only one who brought large items on board, Wright had made some guesses before.
Either the piano is a powerful magical item, or Mr. Snow has a sealed item that needs to be sealed with the piano.
But now it seems that it is obviously the latter.
Thinking that he might have almost broken the seal of a dangerous sealed object just now, Wright felt cold sweat break out.
Seeing Wright's cryptic attitude, Sierra roughly guessed it. She no longer asked any more questions, but quietly listened to the sound of the piano coming from the bedroom. However, because of Wright's excessive inspiration, he could always From this music, he could hear the chilling murmurs——
Even if it has passed the isolation of the spiritual barrier in Snow's bedroom.
The more he listened, the more panicked he felt, and the more he listened, the more frightened he felt. Finally, he took a deep breath and began to look for topics——
"Are you from the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom?"
"They can only be regarded as peripheral members with some interactions." Sierra shook her head frankly, and then asked:
"What about you? School of Life?"
"Yes before." Wright spread his hands and said with a helpless expression:
"Not long ago, some problems occurred within the School of Life. My inspiration told me that which department I was in was going to face a disaster, so my two disciples and I left first. The result was three days later. , I got the news that the local School of Life had defected to the Rose Sect. Although we left in time, we inexplicably became traitors before we could transfer our affiliation."
"That's really unfortunate." Sierra grinned, but in the end she couldn't comfort her.
Wright was quite tolerant of this. He shifted his body weight back so that he could enjoy the softness of the headache sofa more. Then, like an old man reminiscing about the past, he said in a slightly aged tone:
"Every person on the path of destiny needs to feel good and bad luck. I used to be a lucky person and enjoyed the gifts brought by destiny. After being promoted to the priest of disaster, I once regretted it very much, but now, I have already accepted my destiny. Choice, all luck is a gift from fate, all misfortune comes from lack of preparation (Ram clicks)..."
"Is this the core of the Disaster Priest's role?" Sera's eyes sparkled, and she immediately took out her notebook to record it. Although this knowledge was almost meaningless to her path, in the eyes of the reader , regardless of whether it is useful or not, knowledge itself has sufficient value.
"Maybe? After all, every Disaster Priest has a different perception." Wright responded noncommittally, then looked at the bedroom where the sound of the piano was getting louder, and couldn't help but sigh:
"If I hadn't seen that holy symbol, it would be really difficult for me to connect Mr. Snow with the Church of the Night."
"No, Mr. Snow fits the characteristics of the Church of Night very well. He is elegant, mysterious, poetic and charming. He is much better than the violent roughnecks of the Church of Storms!" Sera denied Wright's words and was planning to carry forward them. In the style of the reader's approach, when Lett was talking about the characteristics of believers in major churches, a noise suddenly cut into the background music.
"Pap..."
"Is that thing approaching?" Wright suddenly jumped up from the sofa. Although his spirituality did not give any warning, as he said before, all bad luck stems from lack of preparation. In order not to be kicked out by fate at the critical moment, He decided to prepare for the lucky vehicle.
"Do you want to remind Mr. Snow?" Sierra took out the brass plate in her arms again, but seeing that there was still no response, she turned and looked at the closed bedroom.
"Don't!" The moment Serra made this suggestion, Wright felt that his spirituality was warning him crazily, and he warned in the smallest possible voice:
"Rather than knocking on that door, I would rather go out and fight the things outside now!"
