"Uh-ha, uh-ha, uh-ha!"

In the bleak and colorful forest cemetery, the sound of clay figurines continued to sound, adding a touch of weirdness to the place.

The nervous-looking crew spontaneously gathered in a circle, pointing their guns at the surrounding woods, and they all felt that something bad was happening.

"What is this guy doing? Could it be that these trees are rope people?"

Just as Charles was wondering where the other man's mouth was, an unusual movement in the depths of the forest caught his attention.

First, a flaxen-brown rope hung down from a branch and swayed from side to side with a slight inertia.

And that's just the beginning, the ropes under the roots, the ropes under the leaves, the more and more ropes in the forest, and every time the crew's vision changes, these ropes get a little closer to the crew.

Soon the ropes gathered in human form, silently and oppressively pouring towards Charles from all directions,

It turns out that what the mud man said just now turned out to be these rope people, and they were surrounded!

The crew could not have imagined that these rope men would use a human to ambush them.

Charles's face was unusually hideous when he saw this scene, and he slammed the clay figure out of the air, and took out his revolver and prepared to kill the guy who led them into the trap.

But the rope man was one step ahead of Charles, and appeared in front of the clay man to block the bullet.

"Lily, hurry up and get your rats staring at these rope men, let's break out first!" Charles tried to solve the dilemma the old way.

At this moment, Charles suddenly heard a strange noise behind him.

He turned his head sharply, and was shocked to find hundreds of ropes out of the dirt, tying the heads of the rats, the rope people are very intelligent, and they can actually counter Charles's methods.

Charles was just about to rush up to rescue the rat when seven or eight ropes were wrapped around his body from under his armpits behind him, and the rope men in the forest had already surrounded him.

"Holy!" the white arc of electricity kept beating on Charles's body, and he couldn't sit still.

At this critical juncture, Tuba suddenly closed his eyes and shouted at Charles: "I can hear their voices, they want us to stop moving!"

"Let's not move, stop where they are, can't they strangle?" Charles's transparent tentacles reached out from his back and slammed behind him, pushing the rope men straight away.

The white arc of electricity flung at the rope man like a long whip, but the attack effect was not ideal, these things did not react except for a little white smoke on their bodies, and the rope man seemed to be an insulator, still gathering towards Charles with that strange way of moving.

Charles's translucent tentacles continued to fly in the air, drawing the approaching rope people out of the air.

"Give me the bombs! I'll stop them, and you get the rats out of here! The rats' eyes are the key to our escape!"

The crew quickly rushed to the rat's side and used daggers to cut the rope around the rat, which was very tough and not so easy to cut.

Feuerbach pulled out a few tin bombs, and Dip took out a piece of fire and rubbed it on his scales, lit the fuse, and quickly handed it to Charles.

The "hiss" lead with the spark was getting shorter and shorter, and Charles was holding the bomb with his tentacles but not throwing it, he was waiting for a second before the explosion.

The atmosphere was getting more and more oppressive, and Charles couldn't hear anything in his ears at this time, he only heard his own heart beating faster and faster.

At this moment of crisis, Charles found that the rope men in front of him moved for the first time in the field of vision of others, and they pounced directly like a large net.

No one expected this sudden move, only a few people of Charles were not covered, and most of the crew of the narwhal were tightly roped and could not move at all.

Charles had no choice but to quickly extinguish all the bombs, and if they exploded, they would have to finish the game themselves, not to mention the ropers.

Just when Charles thought that the rope man would be strangled directly, the other party did not make the next move, as if their goal this time was to entangle.

"Captain, look. ”

Charles looked in Linda's direction and saw that the clay figure was also frozen on the ground, like a puppet.

Charles didn't know what was going on, but whatever happened, the main thing he was doing now was to get out of this place.

Charles pulled out his black blade and was about to rush forward when a sharp piece of music exploded from their left side.

Whether it was not entangled by the rope man or not, everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and found that there was nothing but those colorful trees.

Suddenly, Charles felt something watching him, not the gaze of two people, but the gaze of hundreds.

"Incognito?" a thought flashed through Charles's mind.

The jumble of tones grew higher and higher, combining into a crazy tune like a double bass, and the thing pulled closer to them at breakneck speed.

The chief engineer next to him, who also escaped the control of the rope man, subconsciously took a small step back, and in an instant, the singing in the air instantly became as piercing as a fingernail scraping a blackboard.

"Poof, poof. Under the shocked gaze of everyone, a living person was broken into a dozen pieces by something that could not be seen, and the dirt on the ground was instantly stained red with scarlet blood.

The song was in everyone's ears, and everyone felt that there were hundreds of eyes staring at them, but there was nothing around.

At this moment, everyone froze, just like the rope man once was.

Charles's eyes slowly looked at the singing, but he couldn't see anything.

Charles's heart moved, and one of his transparent tentacles reached out from his left arm and waved it vigorously towards the loudest part of the song.

The tentacles hit an air, he didn't feel anything, there was nothing there.

In the next second, before Charles could react, his outstretched tentacles had been cut into several parts by the song.

The tentacle broke and Charles felt the sharp pain of a broken limb again.

A drop of cold sweat slid down the scar on his face, and Charles endured the pain. Not daring to move at all.

As a few minutes passed, the shrill singing slowly slowed down, it seemed more calm and calm, and slowly they disappeared.

When Charles felt that the gaze staring at him had completely disappeared, he did not move again, and motioned with his eyes for the others to stop moving. No one knows if the other party will come back.

In the midst of this stalemate, Charles suddenly wondered why there were no living creatures on the island except for the rope men.

Maybe there was before, but just now all of them were killed by the singing.