"What's going on with this song? Is there anyone down here? Zhao Aiguo was the first to be shocked by the singing, and looked down.

"Nonsense, we are already in the underground world nearly 100 meters underground, how can there be people below?" Da Niu immediately retorted.

"It's not a human, is it a ghost singing? OMG! ”

The people on the simple elevator listened to the faint poignant singing, and they were all a little moved. But more than that, it's incomprehensible. There are still people singing in the dark underground world, either people or ghosts.

Could it be the day before. Is it true that Ben Bing's diary is written? Is the demon of hell he depicts not a mutated crocodile man, but a song from hell? Pang Weimin was also a little confused when he thought about it.

The simple elevator is still swaying down, and the song is getting clearer and clearer, as if someone is holding a musical instrument to play in the ear, which is melodious and melodious, and people are gradually intoxicated by it and can't extricate themselves.

Everyone was silent, savoring the joy that the song brought to them. No one doubted that if the owner of the song asked them to do something at this moment, they would not hesitate to do it, this song is so attractive.

The eyes of the people on the simple elevator slowly showed a sense of madness and yearning, as if the song was going to take their souls to heaven, and the elevator was an express train to heaven, including Pang Weimin.

Half an hour later, the simple elevator suddenly stopped, and the singing came to an abrupt end.

This stuckness brought a great shock, and Pang Weimin's body shook and he first woke up from the trance of singing. He noticed that the improvised elevator seemed to stop in mid-air. After a while, everyone else was awakened by the vibration of the elevator.

"Oh my God, look! There is a fire under the simple elevator, and it seems that someone is moving! A few seconds later, someone on the elevator screamed, pointing down and screaming.

At this moment, there is indeed a strange picture under the elevator, and below is a brightly lit world, Pang Weimin looked down and found that it was really a human figure building, a fantastic underground world landscape.

"Why doesn't this elevator go? Hurry up and pull down, we're going to see what this underworld is like? A tomb robber was very excited, he had also read the journey to the center of the earth, and he did not expect that one day he would be able to see the real inner world with his own eyes.

"Is the generator up there dead? So stuck in mid-air, what should we do? The big cow looked up and down, and his heart was bitter.

Others were talking, including Liu Xiangdong and Huang Jiawei. They didn't know what was going on up there, why the improvised elevator didn't go.

"It can't be that the crocodile man has reappeared and destroyed the generator. Now it's over, if you can't go up and down, we're going to go back to the west halfway. "There was a grave robber who said with a crying voice.

"Margot eggs, we're going to think about it and see what's going on?"

Han Dong shook the simple elevator as he spoke. The shaking of the elevator made everyone unstable on their feet, and everyone was frightened into exclaiming. Under Brother Plane's loud shouting, Han Dong stopped his almost crazy actions.

At this moment, the melodious singing voice appeared again.

The singing became more subtle and soft, like the supreme rhythm from the Nine Heavens, which was simply refreshing. The commotion of the crowd immediately fell silent, silently listening to this spiritual music from heaven.

The song is so pure, as if it is helping the tomb robbers wash away their dirty tomb robbery thinking, how many ancient tombs have they stolen? How many precious frescoes, fabrics, and pottery were destroyed by these tomb robbers?

Han Dong was lustful and didn't know how many women from good families had been harmed, and this song was like a clear stream that wanted to wash away all the dirty and obscene thoughts in his brain. His face was hideous, and he was desperately resisting. How can a woman give up if she is like her life?

There is also Huang Jiawei, who is a modern "gentleman" in Jiangcheng on weekdays, but in fact, he is cowardly and timid in his heart, and this song constantly encourages him to jump, and everything is relieved when he jumps.

As for Li Ping, Du Juan and the others were also surrounded by singing, and gradually fell into a strange meditative state. They breathed calmly, and their faces showed a look of great reverence.

Even Pang Weimin was too, and this song seemed to enlighten him earnestly in his ears. Life is short, if you lose, let him lose, why bother with the past. He was too tired to find his father all the way, so he had better stop and find the freedom of his heart.

Pang Weimin's heart is fiercely resisting the thoughts brought by this song, but the song is like being in the eardrum, in the bone marrow, and it can't be dispersed. Pang Weimin had another thought in his mind, and he gently told him to give up resistance, and he fell into confusion.

After singing a song, another song will appear again.

The next song is an even more mournful song, and it is so poignant that it seems to tell the story of a sad woman.

The song unfolds like a poem, telling how she is trapped in the underworld, how she is trapped by monsters, and how desperately she is now desperate to be saved.

"It's so miserable, what's going on, is this really the underworld? Was the woman tortured by being sent to the eighteenth floor of hell? A grave robber muttered to himself, his voice deep in depth.

"It's unfortunate, will our future be like hers?" Li Ping and Du Juan listened to the singing, and the kind girl's eyes were moist.

"No! I'm going down to save her! Who stepped on the horse told me, why didn't this broken elevator go! A grave robber seemed to be unable to stand the crying of the song any longer, and he roared frantically, and he was desperate to go down to save the singing girl.

The tomb robber shook the simple elevator frantically, and everyone couldn't stand still for a while, and they were all frightened. If you fall from here, you'll be shattered in no time.

"I also want to save her, but we can't jump directly, you step on the horse and calm down!"

The bull grabbed the grave robber and stopped him from continuing to shake the improvised elevator frantically. This is an old ladder, if it is really shaken hard, maybe it will fall apart with a click, and everyone will fall directly down, and there will be no return.

"Nope! I can't stand it anymore, I have to save her, she's so miserable! The grave robber's legs were still roaring loudly, and he burst into tears, as if he had completely lost his mind.

"Big Niu, don't let him shake anymore."

Brother Planing spoke, and he was also deeply attracted by the song, but he still had a trace of reason to tell him that the elevator must not be allowed to shake again. Carrying more than a dozen people, it is very overweight, and if it falls, there is only one death.

Da Niu received the instruction and immediately looked cold, and with a powerful swing of his hands into a knife, he slashed at the neck of the screaming tomb robber, knocking him unconscious.

The simple elevator regained its calm, and everyone's hearts returned to its place.

But the singing has become more and more sluggish, and has become a kind of low sobbing, lingering and dancing in people's ears. More people had a painful frenzy in their eyes, and they were deeply attracted by the singing, unable to extricate themselves.

Huang Jiawei's face appeared a strange flush, he seemed to be integrated into the story of the song, he was no longer cowardly, but became a hero to save the beauty of the big protagonist, rushing into the enemy crowd is a burst of left and right fighting, as if about to save the heroine.

A happy and sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he grabbed the railing of the improvised elevator and jumped off the railing with one foot!

"Huang Jiawei, wake up!"

Although Pang Weimin was also eroded by singing, his nervous system was obviously much stronger than that of this "gentleman" Huang Jiawei, he endured his discomfort, and punched Huang Jiawei in the neck like a big bull, directly putting him down.

But no one else is paying attention to his actions at this time, because everyone is immersed in the world of singing with their eyes closed.

Pang Weimin knew that something bad was wrong, and he immediately resisted the bewitchment of the song, tore off his sleeves and made a few strips of cloth, and first plugged his ears.

Then, with a sharp breath, his abdomen contracted, and his mouth opened as wide as he could, squirting out all the air he had absorbed in his lungs, and a powerful sound wave rushed into everyone's eardrums.

"Enough! Wake up, all of you! There's something wrong with this song, don't listen to it anymore! ”

Pang Weimin's roar immediately covered the whispering singing, like a basin of cold water poured on everyone's hot heads. Everyone was shocked and immediately woke up from the singing.

"This song is poisonous, don't listen to it anymore!" Pang Weimin yelled again. When everyone heard his words, they didn't know why, and they looked at each other.

"I don't have time to explain to you now, everyone plug their ears with strips of cloth, quick, right away!" Pang Weimin knew that the song would sound soon, so he didn't care about explaining it to others, first handed Zhao Aiguo, Li Ping and Du Juan a few strips of cloth, and then asked them to help others.

Sure enough, the song returned to this way in an instant, and it sounded like a magic sound. Pang Weimin thought that he must not let the singing harm others, so he opened his heart to the side, and he also sang loudly:

"Get up! Those who do not want to be slaves will form a new Great Wall of our flesh and blood....."

Pang Weimin was already full of energy, and the national anthem was already magnificent, so his singing voice immediately suppressed the low-crying and breathtaking Devil May Cry singing.

At this time, Zhao Aiguo not only plugged his ears, but also helped Li Ping, Du Juan, Liu Xiangdong and Huang Jiawei to stuff the cloth strips, and they opened their eyes from the chaos.

As Pang Weimin resisted by singing the national anthem, the low crying voice became louder, but now only two tomb robbers were left with their legs unplugged. In this song competition, Pang Weimin won it.

Just when everyone plugged their ears and regained their senses, they looked at the swaying ghost fire phantom below and no longer had the urge to jump down, and sighed:

Suddenly, a mutation struck.