It's just that the sound of this is very soft, very soft, and can only be heard when it is very quiet.

I found out on a silent night.

That night I felt a little guilty that I hadn't figured out the cause for so long, and although I knew I wouldn't be able to find it out for a while, I couldn't help it, it was a little hard to catch my breath with such a big burden on my shoulders.

It was in this situation that I heard the sound of this.

In such a quiet night, the voice sounded so soft, you can imagine how soft it was.

When I first heard this sound, I thought it was my auditory hallucination, because when I listened to it closely, it seemed as if it was sensed and disappeared in an instant.

After going back and forth like this many times, I realized that it wasn't my auditory hallucinations, and the came out to sing again.

My perception of this thing is that when this thing comes out to sing, there will be fog on the sea, so this time I thought that the original fog on the sea would become thicker and thicker.

Reality tells me that my perception is only one aspect.

This time, when the ghost came out to sing, the fog on the sea didn't get thicker. When the ghost came out this time, it seemed like it was just for singing.

There was nothing else to disturb me this time, and I quickly understood what the was singing.

I can tell you very clearly that these things don't sing songs in any language, they make a tone like "ahh

It's such a simple tone, but what comes out of the mouths of these ghosts can make me, who knows nine out of ten things about music, and I don't know anything about it, I can hear the tone and frustration!

I was amazed at how accomplished these things were in music.

Not only can I hear the tone and frustration of this "ah", but also let me hear the feelings in it! That's what makes me feel the most shitty about these shit.

At this moment, in my eyes, those ghost things are no longer as ugly as they used to be, but young girls one by one, which can be said to be very nice!

Lori's face, the figure of the royal sister, and the psychology of a mature woman!

From their singing, I saw a magnificent battlefield!

There are countless warriors fighting, bright red blood flying in the sky, and quite a few corpses flying around, in addition to these, there are countless corpses lying on the ground!

Some of the corpses are not so intact that they can't even be seen clearly, these poor people!

In the face of such a bloody scene, such a shocking scene.

The only remaining warriors on the battlefield still didn't fall, picked up their respective weapons, and slashed at the mysterious monster!

In the end, all these brave warriors died on the battlefield!

No one is paying attention to them, and no one knows why they know that going up is going to die or going up, and this situation makes me think of Alan, who gave me such a feeling when he actually received before he died.

Although the warriors died, they seemed to have frightened the mysterious monster, which stopped attacking and disappeared nearby.

It wasn't anyone else who came to clean up the battlefield, it was the families of these dead soldiers, their wives, their children!

At this time, the tone of the ghost thing changed from "ahhh

The originally tragic atmosphere has become a bit bleak in the tragedy!

Those relatives who came to clean the battlefield found their relatives, and at this moment they were the only ones left in the world, they had lost their protective umbrella, they had no strength to defend against foreign enemies, and if there was a god of war next, their faces would be a miserable scene that cannot be described in words.

Maybe they moved the heavens, or maybe it was something else, but when they wept, the tone they made magically matched the tone of the ghostly things.

The ancient ritual was activated, and they cursed themselves, and I don't know exactly what the curse was, after all, this ritual is so old that there is no relevant literature at all.

After disposing of the bodies of their relatives, they walked into the sea with candles in their hands, and when their bodies were completely immersed in the sea, their faces changed.

The first thing that changes is their lower body, which becomes the tail of a fish, and the further they go into the deep sea, the more they change!

A layer of black enveloped their bodies, and when they reached their heads, something white spread up from their necks until they enveloped their entire bodies and turned into a kind of monster.

For a moment I was a little stunned, I seemed to have seen this thing somewhere!

Soon I knew where I had seen them, and weren't they just singing things.

At this time, my body trembled, and my eyes returned to their original state.

Are they sending a message to me?

After I received this message, the's singing stopped.

I think they're sending a message to me, but it's a bit vague what they're conveying.

Is it the process by which they become them? Obviously not, so is it the war?

It's very likely that this is the whole picture you see, except for the war, which is the process by which they became them.

But what does this war mean?

These people are very rubbish? Can't beat the enemy and then be wiped out?

Or maybe the enemy was too strong for them to defeat at the time?

I broke down a lot of the whole information, and finally I sorted out the useful information that the enemy was too strong, they were too weak to defeat this enemy, and then they were wiped out.

These messages are of no use no matter how you look at them, but since I received this message and spent so long delivering it, there may be other information in it that has not been decrypted by me.

The light on the sea is getting closer and closer to us.

I took out the compass that the bearded man had left for me, and the pointer on it changed from blue to red at some point.

This red is not the big red we usually see, but a red that I have never seen before, and this red just looks very dangerous.

Red generally means danger, and that's my first impression of red.

In other words, the compass left by the beard must have been trying to tell me that the direction I am heading now, that is, the final destination of our trip, may be full of danger.

Judging by the unusual red color of the pointer on the compass, it is estimated that this danger is not an ordinary danger.

After all, we have encountered so many dangers before, and the color of the pointer of this compass has not changed in any way, but now there has been such a change, I estimate that this time, it should be really dangerous!

Since the last time I received a distress message from the crew, I haven't stopped to find out what is going on, and after such a long search, I have found a little clue.

Most of the crew members are not static, and some still have a kind of consciousness of their own, but the time to have their own consciousness is very small.

Every time I go and talk to them when they have their own consciousness, they instantly become sluggish and rigid.

Later, the crew kept reminding me in various ways, and the message that finally came together was.

Sky Eye, control, lift, no way.

That's the message the crew has sent me so far, reminding me in their own way when they're conscious.

It probably means that they don't speak, and they don't know what's going on, but they can feel that someone is manipulating them, and they can't resist.

During this time, I thought of a lot of ways, but I didn't have any clue.

And then, just today, I thought of a spell I had stumbled upon before.

Puppet spells!

Puppet spells, which basically mean that they can blind people's minds, and then they can be controlled by launching secret arts.