Silent Crown

Chapter 129 The Eye of Indrah

Chapter 129 The Eye of Indrah

In the night, two gangs were caught in a fierce fight on the chaotic streets in downtown. But suddenly, a giggling shadow passed through the scene like the wind, disappearing before anyone could react. Both sides paused at the same time. The two bosses could not help but exchange glances. "Was that a…hallucination?"

While both were still stunned. Then another shadow flashed by. This time, they were both prepared and saw it clearly…It was a naked white-bearded old man?!

In that short moment, one could see clearly his two rows of lean ribs, his naked body passing through the wind in a sultry posture, as well as that vague thing dangling between his legs. The whole picture was carved into the eyes of the two, scarring them for life. In the bizarre silence, the two looked to each other. They could see grievance and disgust in each other’s eyes.

After a long silence, one tentatively asked, "Then...Shall we continue?"

"F*ck! Let’s just stop here." The other man threw his weapon down. He spat and covered his eyes saying, "Today is absolutely cursed!"

The two gangs nodded violently, their hearts beat wildly. That night, the two sides decided to give up the fight and have a drink to calm down. They coincidentally met at the same pub.

After getting drunk, the two bosses who had been fighting fiercely hours ago began talking about the naked old man. They ended up crying in fear. Finally, they felt the beauty of peace. They beheaded a rooster and burned some yellow papers to become sworn brothers...but that was just a legend.

Now, on the streets of downtown, Mr. Holmes was facing the greatest crisis he had ever met since his debut!

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On Ye Qingxuan’s shoulder, Bai Xi looked back as they ran. Seeing that the ferocious old man was still chasing them, her face immediately clouded. "Cousin, you were too obnoxious when we left!" She turned Ye Qingxuan's face to make him look behind them. "That old turtle is catching up! What do we do?"

Ye Qingxuan broke out in goosebumps as he looked back. He immediately sped up and comforted Bai XI, "Don't be afraid! An old man like that can't catch up with us. After a few kilometers, he'll be exhausted to death!"

The boy's vicious curse turned Puspotkata’s face green. "You bastard! I…I won’t let you slip through my fingers!"

Ferocity flashed past Puspotkata’s face. He crossed his hands in front of his chest in a heart-like seal. As he thumped his hands, the ‘heart’ started beating quickly like a faint drum! That heart seal seemed to drive his heart, and his energy rebounded. He began to sing with the drumming, "God is like the moon gazing at the sun, showering light! The flames kindled by his energy are like the occasional lightning in the clouds and thousands of suns above the clear sky!

"He sits above the bull, brilliant and bright ..." As he spoke, a golden halo appeared behind the old man, like sunshine. He sped up again as if he were driving an invisible chariot!

It was a hymn about Shiva’s divinity extracted from the Mahabharata. Puspotkata was reciting it quickly while rushing, but his rapid breathing did not disturb the effect. He had also sacrificed much of his remaining energy to keep up the intensity as well. It seemed that the years he had spent before the Barrier of Knowledge had not gone to waste. At least now he could recite all of the music scores smoothly, regardless of what else he was doing.

When Ye Qingxuan turned and saw that Puspotkata was getting closer and closer, he freaked out. He tried to speed up again by slapping Flow runes onto his body without any hesitation.

Suddenly, the old man rose up in the sky like a beam of light and jumped, and landed before them. Illuminated by the halo, his old face seemed majestic and great.

"What a pity he’s a naked freak," Ye Qingxuan sighed, shaking his head. Bai Xi nodded.

Puspotkata practically spat out blood. His face was full of ferocity, furious like an angry Buddha. He could not wait to end their lives! "Sherlock Holmes!" he spat out the name, one word at a time. He roared, "I'm going to rip you to shreds!"

Just as he was about to recite the music and chant to call forth divine fire, electric arrows, and even God’s dung to fight the d*mned dark musician, he saw Ye Qingxuan jump back with the saint’s relic raised high above his head.

"Back off!" Ye Qingxuan cried. He stomped with his right foot, crushing the sewer's rotten wooden lid. "Or else I'll throw your relic into the sewer!"

One could hear the ceaseless flow of the Thames River. Puspotkata’s expression faltered.

"No!" Puspotkata’s eyes were as red as a rabbit’s. The aether in his hand dispersed, and he stepped back frantically. "Calm down! If it's gone, I will kill you!" He stared at the relic with worry, fearing that Ye Qingxuan would actually throw his last thread of hope into the sewer. He had put in so much effort in convincing Silo to help him get this holy relic! If it was thrown into the sewer, everything would be over!

"You give me the Eye of Indrah and I will let you go!" Puspotkata said through clenched teeth, "It is a holy item from my religion. It’s no use to you."

"So this is the Eye of Indrah?" Ye Qingxuan looked at the relic and suddenly, everything became clear. This relic belonged to Indrah, an Indian saint also known as the king of thunder. No wonder there was an electric shock!

"Why is it useless?" Ye Qingxuan shrugged nonchalantly. "My chair broke a few days ago. It looks about the right size for padding. How about you let me keep it as a gift? Oh, and I’ve just calculated that this thing is my toilet’s reincarnation, and it’s destiny for me to have stumbled across it. Just let me have it."

Puspotkata’s face turned beet red. His lips opened and closed, at a loss for words. At last, he crossed his hands before his chest, and the drum beats sounded again. "Holmes, you are courting death!"

"Be nice or I will throw it!" Ye Qingxuan lowered his hand an inch while Puspotkata licked his lips, his eyes ruthless. "I dare you!"

"Okay." Ye Qingxuan nodded and loosened his grip.

Puspotkata’s features twisted, his eyes opened wide. As if it were in slow motion, his face distorted into a look of shock, then anger, then extreme grief. He really threw it? The b*stard seriously threw it?! It was a f*cking sacred relic!

"No!" Forgetting what he had said, Puspotkata dove at the relic without even caring about the aether. But it was too late.

A few meters away, the ball spun in the air, then fell into the muddy drain. Puspotkata could not bear to look. His eyes were full of despair.

At the last moment, a small, delicate hand stretched out from the side, and caught the Eye of Indrah.

"Yay!" Bai Xi made a peace sign with her hand and threw the relic to Ye Qingxuan. The youth posed as well, and glanced at Puspotkata who was on the ground, close to tears.

"You b*stard! You son of a b*tch!"

"It was just a joke. Take it easy!" Ye Qingxuan teased in high spirits. "I don’t think you’ve had enough fun. Why don’t we try again?"

"Good idea!" Bai Xi clapped. "I promise I will catch it again. Old man, you have to trust me!"

"Trust you? No way!" Puspotkata stood up in resentment and shame, his eyes hardened. He had finally calmed down enough to understand that the two b*stards were just playing a trick on him. But if one wanted to play with fire…one needed to be prepared to get burned.

"What do you want?" Puspotkata asked coldly.

"That's right, let’s have a talk. Talking is better than anything." Ye Qingxuan slowly retracted the Eye of Indrah and demanded, "Now you have an idea of what it’s like for a man to be hunted when he can’t even explain himself, right?"

Puspotkata was furious but he repressed his anger. "You can have the Eye. All you have to do is promise me one thing, and I’ll tell you the spell to activate it."

Ye Qingxuan paused for a second with his eyebrow arched. Suddenly understanding something, he chuckled. "What promise?" he asked in a bargaining tone. "Tell me."

"Kill the Shaman." Something murderous flashed through Puspotkata’s eyes. "Join us, kill the Shaman, then I’ll voluntarily give this to you. We can even ask Silo to hire you as our sacrifice master. You can enjoy Ganlu City’s yearly profits too…"

"Are you kidding?" Ye Qingxuan scoffed. "You think too highly of me. I’m just a nameless musician. How can I kill the Dark King?"

"I don’t know about others, but it shouldn’t be too hard for a dark musician who could stay under the radar for so long," Puspotkata said seriously. "Mr. Holmes, I suppose that you must be here for the Blood Path. The Shaman will not allow you to find it. When he was here nine years ago, all those who dared to look for it were killed.

"Now that the Shaman had made a comeback, he’ll go after you first. If you join us, it’s a win-win situation. Besides, don’t dark musicians always pursue power?"

"Well, that makes sense." Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly. "However, you’re really not too sincere if you’re just using something ornamental to lure me in."

Puspotkata kept silence for a moment before setting down his determination. "As long as you promise to deal with the Shaman, I’ll tell you the spell like I said before."

Ye Qingxuan smiled as if he had expected it. "Since you’re so sincere, it’s a deal!"

Beside him, Bai Xi tugged at his sleeve, warning him that this old man was not reliable!

The youth waved, telling her to be patient. He gazed at the Eye of Indrah happily. "What’s the spell?"

Puspotkata's face twisted again. After hesitating, he recited a paragraph in an Indian dialect. Ye Qingxuan was surprised, but he immediately processed it after repeating it mentally. "Do not turn three realms into ashes?"

Puspotkata was shocked, his eyes showed a hint of fear. Who would have guessed that this guy could understand Indian dialects as well?