Chapter 197: The Sound of the Crying Piano
"There's something strange in the fog."
Mo Lao Wu looked at the purple mist land in front of him with a solemn face, and reminded him loudly.
"What's that?"
As soon as Chirdor heard something in the fog, she couldn't wait to ask.
"I don't know, my smoke army was eaten in an instant in the thick fog, and I didn't have time to deliver any information."
Mo Lao Wu is talking about being eaten, not killed.
After listening to Mo Lao Wu's words, the atmosphere around him instantly became tense, and Pam also frowned.
Biru was even more unbearable, and said with a slight trembling of fear.
"Otherwise, let's leave."
As soon as Biru finished speaking, Pam's murderous eyes swept over directly, making Biru directly close his mouth and dare not say more.
Biru wants to escape from here, if what Mo Lao Wu said just now is true, after entering it at that time, he will definitely be the most dangerous one.
Because he's the weakest of the team.
Childor and the others, who were frowning and thinking about a solution, suddenly heard Pam say.
"Biru, send your Nian Beast over, I want to see what the creature is inside."
Chirdor and the three of them, as soon as Pam's words fell, set their eyes on Biru's body, and Biru was nervous for a while.
"With the telekinesis that his mind beast possesses, it is indeed feasible."
Childo was the first to directly agree.
Although Mo Lao Wu and Norbu didn't speak, the look in their eyes had betrayed their decision.
Seeing that it was impossible to disobey, Biru had no choice but to give orders to his Nian Beast.
I saw that Biru's Nian Beast, after receiving the order, walked towards the Purple Mist Land step by step.
"I'm going to help too."
Mo Lao Wu, who was tasked with the task of scout, also spoke at this time.
At the same time, he summoned ten purple smoke soldiers again, and walked into the range of the walking detoxification machine.
As the walking detoxifier entered the Land of Purple Mist, the situation buried under the dense fog was also presented to Pam's eyes for the first time.
I just entered the walking detoxification machine for ten meters, and just stuck in the limit range, so I stood there.
I saw that under the purple mist that was repelled, the paths composed of square stone bricks led to the ruins in all directions, and on the stone paths, purple moss growing like needles was scattered on it, and the surrounding environment was quiet and quiet, and ten meters away, there was a thick fog.
As the name suggests, if there is only one needle moss, it is almost invisible, and this moss has a very special quality, that is, it is very hard and would rather bend than bend.
This dense cow hair needle fresh, even if Pam and they wear this special protective clothing to enter, as long as they don't use their thoughts to wrap around the protective clothing, this cow hair needle moss will definitely pierce their protective clothing.
When the time comes, the incurable disease Ebola will definitely parasitize their bodies.
"Childo, in such an environment, we can't get a foothold at all, if we go in, we will die, do you want to continue?"
Pam now regretted getting the information of the Dark Continent from Childow's hands, not to mention the things in the purple mist, which was all over the purple cow hair needle moss, and Pam didn't want to touch it.
Biru nodded in approval after listening to Pam's words, he had wanted to get out of here for a long time.
Chirdor looked at the cow hair needle moss all over the ground, and she was also stunned, until Pam's voice came to her and she didn't react at that.
Childo glanced at Pam and she understood what Pam meant, if she insisted, Pam would definitely leave.
As for the conditioning in Pam's heart, there is a group of people in this world who have the ability to eliminate thoughts.
"Let's go! Our deal is done. ”
Childor said softly with a tremor in his calm tone.
If you know that you can't do anything, and you have to hit it up, then you are brainless, and Childor is not a brainless person.
As for the second half of her sentence, it was what she said to Pam, and she took the initiative to untie her constraints on Pam.
The moment the restraint was lifted, Pam felt light, as if a shackle had been removed.
Norbu and Mo Lao Wu shrugged their shoulders indifferently, they came over to the task assigned to them by the president, in order to get credit and promote to a higher star hunter, but now they can't do it, they can't force it.
As for Biru on the side, he almost jumped for joy, he had already felt uncomfortable here, and now that he could leave, he didn't have to risk his life.
"Let's go, let's get out of here."
Pam nodded, then spoke.
At the same time, he also took back the door of travel.
Seeing Pam retract the Traveling Gate, everyone was stunned, and Norbu couldn't help but ask.
"Are we going back?"
Pam looked at them stunned and explained.
"If I don't collect the marker for this location, I won't be able to mark it elsewhere next time."
Hearing Pam say this, everyone also understood what Pam meant.
If you want to go back, you have to go.
Pam and Biru walked ahead, going back the same way he and Childor had come down, with Chirdor at the rear.
When Pam came to the group of glowworms he had killed again, he found that the exit had been closed at some point.
They simply can't get out through the door now.
"No, there's no way......"
Biru turned his head and looked at Pam in disbelief.
Pam didn't answer, instead turning to Childo, who had stepped forward from behind.
Chirdo walked to the door, reached out and touched the closed door, and said with a frown.
"The word on the door has been tampered with......"
Before Childor could finish his sentence, at this moment, a stirring sound of strings resounded through the entire passage without warning.
The sound of the strings, at first, was a rapid glissando, and in the opposite direction, from the high to the low, a full forty-seven notes, took only a second, as if from the clouds fell into hell in an instant.
There was such a glaring sense of disparity, and Pam felt as if his heart was being pinched loosely and tightly by a hand.
When the piano sounded, the strings swirled back and forth in the low and middle ranges, like vultures hovering above the wasteland sky, staring at the humans below who were about to lose their last breath.
The melody was so low and depressing, as if it were playing with heavy pressure on the strings, like the music played in ancient times for the funeral of the deceased, mixed with the sound of crying.
Listening to the sound of the strings that kept changing the melody, everyone's faces also changed with a while, and they could only stand in place, beware of accidents that might be in vain.
Who's plucking the strings?
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