No one knew how the Follower had come to the mine, and Turtledove had a vague feeling that the disappearance of the people in the camp might have something to do with it, but there were too few clues to him and the worm to connect with each other.

"Click, click, click......"

In the quiet and dark depths of the fork in the road, the footsteps of the followers sounded again, but this time listening to the movement, the other party seemed to be walking towards the turtledove.

This discovery made a little heart of the turtledove rise to the throat.

The Voice Follower was still walking this way, and with each step it took, the turtledove and the little worm couldn't help but shudder, not that one of the Voice Followers made them helpless, but that the Voice Follower appeared so unreasonably that they were at a loss.

In the perception of both turtledoves and insects, the Voice Followers should not appear in a place like Grey Ridge, because this is still the hinterland of the Extralegal Land, and monsters like the Sound Followers and Wanderers should appear in remote areas.

Outside of the backwoods, it's called the "Badlands", and that's where these monsters go into paradise.

Turtledove couldn't figure out where the Voice Followers came from, he had heard them say that they were larger and more powerful than ordinary humanoid monsters, but they were completely blind, and their faces were full of disgusting flesh buds, which were tentacle-like things, and were very sensitive to the vibrations of the air.

This is where the name of the Voice Followers comes from, they live in more remote parts of the Lawless Lands, and those who encounter them are impressed by their superb hearing, in addition to the fact that they lose their lives when they come into contact with sunlight, this is what Turtledove knows about Sound Followers.

"What should I do?"

The turtledove looked at the little worm, and the little worm was also looking at him, and the two of them stared at each other, and no one could make up their minds, and finally the turtledove pressed his hand down, signaling to wait and see what happened.

……

Thankfully, the Voice Follower stopped halfway there, did not turn back, did not continue on, otherwise it would have only had to take a dozen steps further to get up close and personal with the turtledove and the insect around the corner.

The turtledove's heart was beating wildly, and he only hoped that his heartbeat would not be so intense, after all, the Voice Follower's hearing was outstanding, what if it heard his own heartbeat. But the more nervous he was, the faster his heart beated.

The worm's heart was also pounding, and she gave the turtledove two gestures, meaning that if she had to deal with this follower later, she must do it quietly, not too loudly, not only those who have been following the sound here, if you attract other followers, it will be a big mistake.

The turtledove nodded in understanding, he was ready to enter a state of rage, whether it was a humanoid monster, a sound follower, or a massive wanderer, their physiology was about the size of a human, and a broken neck would kill them.

Of course, the loitering is several meters tall, and it is a little unlikely that it will be able to break its neck.

The turtledove was gearing up, and suddenly, he noticed that the worm in front of him was trembling violently, and was about to ask the worm what was wrong, when he saw the worm turn its head mechanically, and look at the darkness behind him with a look of consternation.

"Click, click, click......"

The other is a follower.

If it is said that only one follower turtledove is still sure to solve it quietly, then two followers are almost impossible for turtledoves to solve quietly, not to mention that these are two voice-followers who are sandwiched between the front and back, and the turtledove spread his hands, saying that he has no choice.

"They haven't noticed us yet."

The little insect moved her lips to the turtledove, and now she didn't even dare to move her lips too much, for fear of alarming the two followers.

The Voicewalker from behind was soon less than ten meters away from the turtledove and the worm, and like the Voicewalker in front, it stood there motionless, so close that even the turtledove could see the flesh buds on its face.

It's disgusting.

Approximately two meters tall, they are indeed stronger than normal humanoid monsters, and do not have the spur-like tails of wanderers, and their bodies are closer to those of humans, but their heads are strange, especially their faces, which are covered with snail antennae-like granulations.

What really surprised the turtledove, unable to say a word, was that he found that the follower was still wearing clothes, even though they had become strips of rags hanging from it, but the turtledove could still see that it was a piece of clothing.

What's going on? Turtledove felt that his brain was a little insufficient.

The two followers were about twenty meters apart, and one of them suddenly moved the oval mouthparts on his "face" and let out a strange cry.

In response, the other moved its mouthparts, revealing its ring-shaped triangular teeth and barbed tongue, much like the wanderer, as did the structure of their mouth.

The situation became more and more bizarre: the two followers were talking, and the turtledove and the bug caught between them did not dare to take a breath, although they did not understand what they were saying, but did not dare to interrupt.

The Followers talked for about a minute, and the turtledove and the worm listened to the "foreign language" for a minute, and when they were finally done, they turned and left, one disappearing into the darkness in front of them, and the other in the darkness behind.

"Smack."

It wasn't the footsteps of the followers, but a drop of sweat on the door of the turtledove's head that finally landed on the hard ground of the mine.

"They're gone?"

It was only when he could no longer hear the footsteps of the followers that the turtledove dared to ask such a sentence cautiously, and he wiped the sweat from his face, and sat on the ground regardless of whether there would be a stone on his ass.

"Do you see they're clothed?"

The worm's expression was no more relaxed than that of the turtledove, but she was clearly more concerned about the rags on the voice follower.

"What's the matter, no one is allowed to protect their privacy."

Turtledove wanted to use this witty remark to ease the tension, but after he said it, even he didn't find it funny, let alone the little worm.

The little insect looked at the turtledove with a solemn face.

The turtledove smiled, he felt that he was more wise, and had already asked the little worm not to continue to go deeper into the mine, although he met two followers here, but fortunately nothing happened, so now that he proposed to leave here, presumably the little worm would definitely agree a hundred times.

Unfortunately, the little worm was not a girl that the turtledove could guess, she stood up suddenly, and the turtledove asked, "What are you doing?" and the little worm replied solemnly:

"I'm going to get to the bottom of what's going on here."