Chapter 126: The Sound of the Evening Bell

Screech, screech, screech…

A piercing sound came from the cave, followed by the sound of flapping wings.

Silas stood calmly at the entrance of the cave, his expression placid, his eyelids slightly lowered.

Dong!

A heavy bell sound, its origin unknown, gradually spread through this area, lingering for a long time.

Swish, swish, swish!

At this moment, a dozen small black shadows flew out of the cave entrance at an extremely fast speed, like swifts.

Faced with this speed, ordinary people would be completely unable to react.

However, Silas didn't need to react.

The dozen or so blood bats that rushed out had just left the cave entrance and, the moment they surpassed Silas's height, their bodies were instantly torn apart by invisible sharp blades, either into two halves or four segments. Accompanied by blood blooming in the air, they fell to the ground.

Silas's expression remained as usual, his hands in his pockets, as if he had done nothing.

This was the ability of a professional-level Evening Bell Executioner, transforming the sound waves of the Evening Bell into tangible, lethal sharp blades.

Now, Silas's Evening Bell sound had completely covered the entire area around the cave entrance, and all the sound waves in the air had become sharp blades.

The blood bats that collided with these sharp blades were naturally left without intact corpses.

The entire process of them flying out lasted for about ten seconds. After about forty bats, a blood bat, the size of a human fist, blood-red all over, and clumsy, slowly flew out.

Perhaps because it had stayed inside for too long, it could no longer fly. It couldn't even touch the sound waves before it fell to the ground with a thud, its body twitching a few times before dying.

Silas casually picked up the large bat by its wing and looked at it. "Hmm, it's the Bat Queen, alright."

Just in case, the bell sound rang out again, its aftershocks transmitting through the cave entrance.

Silas closed his eyes and carefully sensed it, then nodded. "Hmm, no living creatures. This nest is clean."

Casually putting the Bat Queen into a specially made canvas bag as proof of task completion, Silas turned to look in other directions and muttered to himself, "So, Mr. Madman, where are you now?"

Awooo! Awooo!

Suddenly, the Husky abruptly barked at the sky.

Then, Silas heard a rush of wind in his ears.

Without a word, his body, trained for a long time, instinctively rolled on the ground.

Bang!

A heavy landing sound came. Silas turned over and saw a wild man, covered in red hair, with a strong body, blood-red eyes, baring yellowish teeth, and a ferocious expression, descending from the sky, staring fixedly at him.

"Old Village Chief! You said he wasn't very aggressive!" Silas complained inwardly, and the staff in his hand transformed into a longsword with a flick.

"Don't get excited! I mean no harm!" Silas tried to appease him.

While speaking, he tried to calm his violent heart through the Priest's Mantra of Serenity.

"Clergymen… all must die!" The wild man uttered a hoarse and unpleasant sound from his mouth and, spreading his arms, rushed directly at Silas.

The wild man's physical fitness was quite good, superior to Silas's.

But his attack movements were very clumsy and without pattern. Silas, who had undergone rigorous training, calmly dodged his attacks, turned, and tripped him with a leg sweep, then pounced on him and subdued him completely with a grappling technique.

The subdued wild man began to struggle desperately, roaring while struggling, "Kill! Kill you! Kill the clergymen!"

The wild man's strength was immense, and he seemed to have no pain nerves.

Silas, who had subdued him with joint locks, heard a piercing sound of bones rubbing. The struggling wild man, disregarding his deformed and dislocated joints, tried to break free.

"This fellow!" Silas was secretly alarmed. He quickly grabbed his head, made their gazes meet, and then simultaneously used the Mantra of Serenity and Mind Calming Hypnosis, trying to calm him down.

However, the two-move combo that had always worked for Silas completely failed this time.

As Silas recited the prayer words from the Book of the Moon, the wild man, as if greatly stimulated, became even more frenzied.

The next second, a situation that shocked Silas occurred.

"Get lost! You despicable lackey!" Following the wild man's roar, an extremely powerful spiritual energy erupted from his body.

This spiritual energy was very strong, at least master-level.

Silas instantly felt as if his body had been hit by a carriage and was violently sent flying backward, crashing into the tree trunk behind him.

Pfft!

Silas spat out a mouthful of blood and felt a tightness in his chest.

"Is my luck this bad?" Silas's face was pale at this moment, his expression unsightly.

Encountering a wild man who "never actively attacked others," not only did he madly attack him, but he was also at least a master-level mystic?

"What the hell kind of luck is this? Every day they say the Goddess will bring me good luck, but in the end, it's useless." Silas was very agitated at this moment, swearing repeatedly.

Here, the wild man stood up, his expression even more frantic, terrifying spiritual energy brewing in his body. "Kill you! Kill you! Kill all clergymen! Kill all you monsters!"

After roaring, the wild man rushed towards Silas with a terrifying aura.

Silas took a deep breath, and the Evening Bell in his mind rang three times consecutively.

Instantly, dense sound waves spread out, forming hundreds of spiritual energy blades that cut through spiritual energy.

"First, solve the problem of spiritual energy suppression, distract him a bit, then turn and run. The next time I encounter such an unknown situation without certainty, I'm a dog!"

Sure enough, as the Evening Bell rang, the rushing wild man's body instantly froze, as if deterred by something.

Silas, seeing this, without a word, beckoned to the Husky, turned, and ran.

Just as Silas was about to rush out…

"Young man, I apologize."

Suddenly, a voice, full of exhaustion and apology, and somewhat aged, came.

Hearing this voice, Silas was taken aback. He carefully turned his head and was stunned to find that the previously crazed wild man had actually calmed down.

At this moment, his expression was calm and peaceful, the madness and chaos in his eyes had receded, replaced by the wise light of accumulated years.

Instantly, the madman who had just wanted to eat people had transformed into a profound and composed sage.

"What? What's going on?" Silas's eyes widened at this moment, completely stunned.

The wild man looked down at his red-haired hands and sighed in a low voice, "As expected, I still can't escape this curse."

With that, the wild man looked up, carefully sized up Silas, and then smiled kindly. "Thank you for your bell sound just now, which suppressed my beastly nature."

Silas tensed his whole body, cautiously took two steps back, creating distance while preparing to flee at any moment.

"You shouldn't be an ordinary clergyman, right?" the wild man asked Silas amicably.

Silas licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, trying to make himself look fiercer and colder, and asked in a calm tone, "What do you mean?"

"They all say blood is salty, but why is my blood a bit sweet?" Silas was still in the mood to mutter to himself at this moment.