The sudden laughter was really a bit of a ruin to the atmosphere, it was very harsh in this environment that should have been extremely oppressive, and it also made Jiang Hai very puzzled, whose voice was this.

Then the laughter became lower and lower, from the wild laughter at the highest point to the current low voice, I don't know what he had experienced, but he heard a different kind of emotion from it, especially the sound like choking at the end, and he knew that this laughter was not because of joy but sadness.

And this sadness is full of helplessness, powerless hatred, which makes people feel like crazy.

Who is this?

Then the man's laughter echoed around the river and sea, becoming the only sound in the darkness. Listening again and again, he can be regarded as a complete change, because the emotions in this laughter are diverse, and this needs to be experienced slowly like wine.

At first, it is nostalgia, a nostalgia for all the previous voices, even if it is just a trivial sound, maybe just a memory of the people behind those voices, so even if it is just an ordinary voice that can no longer be ordinary, because this is the only impression they have left. And the smile at this moment is the most real, the laughter is full of emotion, it is joy from the heart.

Then the trivial turned into a miserable scream, and the smile became stiff, and the voice became louder and louder, with a faint hint of anger and many emotional fluctuations.

By now, Jiang Hai already knows what happened, and he also knows the origin of his anger, and he thinks that the person who laughed has a certain relationship with everyone before, either relatives or friends. But Jiang Hai is still waiting, because all this is still missing a motive, the reason why so many executioners committed murder.

The motives can be varied, but Jiang Hai didn't wait for the voice to know, just repeated the laughter again and again, and after listening to it more than ten or twenty times, it was naturally a little uncomfortable. He only scolded secretly: "This drunkard is sick, and it is just a matter of using people's painful things as an atmosphere, why do you want to circulate the voice of a person when he is most helpless? Could it be that this is the so-called attack?"

is also a little annoyed, the previous change is overturned at this moment, using the pain of others as the capital of his own laughter, what is the difference between this and a cold bystander.

So he opened his mouth and scolded: "I originally thought you were a character, but now I just think you are very disgusting, what is the difference between such a repetition and whipping a corpse?

Jiang Hai's loud voice has become another sound in addition to laughter, and it can't be dispersed for a long time, and he is not afraid that the drunkard in the dark will not hear it.

However, there was no response, and the laughter continued unabated, in a regular cycle. Jiang Hai reluctantly followed up with a few more palms, feeling that Shi Shen Hai couldn't make much movement, this was a very peculiar space, different from all the domains he had seen before, if it weren't for the name of the drunkard he had heard before, Jiang Hai would not have doubted, 'Is this a domain or not, how is it more like a pure land (hell) sealed in the depths of memory'

You can't escape, unless you defeat the gods in the domain to get out, or you can't form your domain because you're so strong. But his current realm is far inferior to that of the drunkard, there is a level gap between the two, and since Jiang Hai entered this divine domain, the drunkard has never shown his face to speak out, which is a strange point. Because judging from the current situation, although the story is touching, it does not have the offensive of many previous visions, which means that Jiang Hai has not been harmed at all so far.

Is this the purpose of his trapping? Obviously not, he has a purpose, and the reason for the purpose is not known for the time being, so we can only wait. After listening to it thousands of times, Jiang Hai was already familiar with it, and he could repeat many sounds, and after one repetition, he finally heard an extremely hidden sound, because it was very light and mixed with laughter, it was difficult to hear clearly.

It was a woman's voice.

"Gui'er, you are hiding here, unless your father and sister find you, or you can't come out and know!" Madame tried to calm her emotions, but the trembling could not be suppressed.

Then came a childish voice.

"Mother, why am I hiding, and this is still a pit, why is it so noisy outside?"

"It's... It's the rules in the village, you understand it when you grow up, and now you still hide. Remember, you can't come out until they find you, even if there's a lot of movement outside, you know?"

Although the boy was puzzled, his mother's words had to be heard, and he hid by a dung pit despite the stench.

Then there were hurried footsteps, and Madame walked away as if she were fleeing for her life, and it was in the opposite direction when she came, and only five footsteps were heard, and a scream was heard.

"Ah......h

"Chief, all the 364 people in this fortress have been cleared, except for one child. ”

"Find, even if you turn this place upside down, you have to find that child, cut the grass without roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows!"

"Yes......"

Then there were bursts of footsteps, and there was the sound of something falling to the ground near and far, which should be rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find the child.

And there was a heartbeat in it, unusually rapid but immature, because it was very light, compared to an adult, it should be the child.

"The leader has searched all over the place, but I haven't seen the child, will he go out?"

"Find, you have to find out, the whole village can't just be a child going out, you have to find out. ”

Another round of rummaging and overturning.

"Chief, the brothers have searched for it three times, but it still doesn't work!"

"Forget it, I have to go elsewhere when time is pressing, and I lead the team away, I don't believe that a small shrimp can still turn up the stormy waves. ”

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and the group left.

"Grandparents, parents, sisters, uncles, second uncles......" After a long time, after everything was quiet, there was a heart-rending scream in the brain.

.......

Then all the sounds disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet again, and there was no trace of dawn in the darkness, which was a very depressing environment, this is his mood at the moment!

Although there is no picture, combined with all the previous voices, Jiang Hai knows what happened, which can only be described as miserable, and all this is something that happened to the drunkard. If it weren't for the story in the laughter, he wouldn't have known all this, wouldn't that Gui'er be the name of a drunkard.

How is the hatred of exterminating the race not endless anger, and he has carved it all in his domain, so there is endless anger. And now that he has grown from an immature boy to the present, is he strong? No, he is enduring humiliation and suffering, and he is struggling to survive, in order to take revenge.

And the purpose of participating in the competition is clear at a glance, and strive to strengthen yourself, because the powerful power of the enemy is monstrous. For a while, Jiang Hai had two emotions in his heart, pity and admiration.

All the previous unhappiness was swept away, and now there is only respect, for his iron bones, for his patience.

However, this victory will not be handed over, and there are countless miserable people in the world, and he is only one of them, because this is the world. If he gives in because of this, he will not appreciate it, and he will not be able to pass his own level, and the things he carries on his body will only be heavier than him.

So he said: "Brother Fu, I've finished listening to your story, I won't tell you too much, because you have endured it for many years, so please end this competition quickly." ”

Jiang Hai's voice fell, and there was a wind here, from slow to fast, from calm to urgent, and he was getting closer and closer to Jiang Hai, he knew that the drunkard heard his words, and the real attack was coming.

The wind is an invisible thing, it can only be felt and extremely difficult to touch, and in such an environment, Jiang Hai can't see anything when he opens his divine sense, so he can only rely on his ears to hear the direction.

A gust of wind blew in front of him, Jiang Hai punched out, only felt that it hit the air, and he couldn't hear any collision sound, but the wind was gone, and he hit the target, but the wind was invisible and reunited in the same place, and it was more powerful than before.

Although it was separated by a distance, Jiang Hai's clothes and hair were fluttering, and there was finally a hint of coolness. If you can't use your fists and feet, then use weapons, the wind is not a taboo thing, with the hardness of the magic sword, the sharpness can naturally be broken.

His ears trembled and he listened to the direction, and when the wind came, a sword slashed down, and just as he thought, the sound of the wind disappeared in an instant, and two streams of air slashed through his ears, and the magic sword was really sharp and directly split the wind. But it was still useless, Jiang Hai then heard the wind again, right behind him.

It regrouped again and became more powerful, the sound was like a ghost crying wolf, it only made people feel terrified, clothes and hair were dancing wildly, it was not an illusion of nothingness, this was a physical attack?

Turning in an instant, the magic sword slashed away.

"Woo woo woo ......" The wind cut open again, but it made this strange sound, like a person's cry, incomparably similar and very miserable. Jiang Hai was creepy, not because he was afraid of ghosts, but because the voice was familiar.

It was one of the people in the previous group, and he recalled the voice of that person, and the contrast was indeed him, but it was much sharper, and he was afraid that the soul was crying.

Then the wind reunited the rivers and seas and could only shoot, worried that it would be hurt, the same sword was cut off, and the same echo was the cry of people, this time it became two people, a man and a woman, an old and a young, the sharp voice was really a ghost cry, and they had suffered an injustice and became an innocent soul, how could they not be miserable? They were all crying!

Jiang Hai had a headache, how could he fight this? As if he was the executioner, every time he made a move, he wanted human life. The reappearance of that picture is like chopping melons and vegetables, and his heart is also fluctuating, so it is not good, sooner or later he will give up because of his soft hands.

Jiang Hai silently recited the silent word, wanting to let the cry disperse but found that it couldn't, being in his domain, everything was controlled by him, this was an attack between the real and the unreal, and the virtual and the real were the most unpredictable.