Hearing the words of the "upside-down hangman", Klein suddenly chuckled in his heart, and had a bad premonition, he didn't bother to set up any characters, put down the lantern, took out two sticky notes from his coat pocket, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into his left and right ears respectively.

Seeing that Gelman Sparrow didn't ask, but did it directly, Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and sighed in his heart that it was really easy and trouble-free to cooperate with experienced guys, even if there was an adventurer with the title of crazy, he could listen to reasonable words and know what to do and what not to do.

He was about to throw the dead mouse with a little temperature in his hand towards the psychedelic bell tree, attracting the other party to catch it, when he suddenly saw the bushes and weeds next to him sway, and a tiger with yellow skin and black stripes came out.

With the beautiful jingling of wind chimes, the tiger walked step by step towards the strange tree in front of it, its movements were normal, its eyes glazed over, and it had an indescribable sense of evil.

Seeing this, Alger lowered his arms, temporarily gave up the attempt to throw out the dead mouse, endured a severe headache, and calmly watched the yellow-skinned and black-striped tiger walk in front of the psychedelic bell tree in a melodious sound that became faster and louder.

It crouched down, raised its right paw, snapped its sharp nails, and slashed its neck.

Blood gushed out, and the tiger, as if it had lost its sense of pain, continued to pull at its claws, making the wound deeper and longer, and then, little by little, it began to peel off its fur, revealing a bloody "naked" body.

The wind chimes died down, and the branches suddenly came to life, spreading downward, and one by one they were pierced into the tiger's body, which had lost the protection of its fur, and it was unbearable to look at it directly.

Alger, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately drew the short blade from his waist, opened his mouth, and hoarsely sang:

"Impulse, impulse, impulse,

"O sea, rushing against the gray and cold rocks!

"Impulse, impulse, impulse,

"O sea, crack at the foot of the rocks!" (Note 1)

His singing voice is rough and heroic, but completely out of tune, completely contrary to the normal perception of humans and creatures, and has a noise-like metallic roar, full of irritation, disgusting and headache-inducing power.

The branches of the psychedelic chime tree trembled at the same time, and then they all retracted in unison, as if to curl up together, and the wonderful bell that rang with it was slightly filled with the terrible noise.

Although Crane, who was next to Alger, blocked his ears with a ball of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, the blood vessels in his forehead were pounding at this moment, and the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him instantly appeared in his heart.

Moreover, his mind felt torn, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin squirmed slightly on their own.

Others sing for money, but Mr. "Hanged Man" sings for death! Klein fights his inner irritability with complaining.

"Rush, rush, rush!"

The burst of Alger's words gradually drew closer to the sound of the waves crashing against the reef, and one after another silver-white lightning fell, as if bursting with applause.

The silver and white lit up one after another, and they all slashed at the surface of the psychedelic bell tree, splitting the strange tree uncontrollably, and chopping its branches to shake and stiffen and mess, making it difficult to make a neat hypnotic sound.

Alger seized the opportunity, dropped the dead mouse, and stretched out the short blade in his hand.

The sound of the wind sounded, and a series of invisible blades whizzed past, slashing at the branch at the top of the psychedelic bell tree closest to the torso.

Click!

The fist-sized, colorless translucent fruit fell straight down, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into Alger's palm, and the tree with eye-like cracks on its surface solidified, and the remaining branches drooped at the same time, losing its vitality.

Sure enough, as long as the correct information was collected and mastered in advance, a transcendent plant with relatively low spiritual intelligence was easier to deal with than an animal of the same level...... Alger took out the metal cylinder he had prepared and put away the fruit of the psychedelic bell tree.

Then, turning his head sideways, he looked at Gelman Sparrow and said:

"We continue to ......"

His words cut off abruptly, and the phrase "forward" disappeared into his throat.

At this moment, he saw that Gelman Sparrow's cold face was slightly distorted, and the whites of his brown pupil-like eyes were slightly red, as if he was about to explode at any time, and he would make a move on him at any time.

Alger's spirit tensed suddenly, and he took a slow breath to complete the words he had just said:

"Let's move on. ”

"Let's go. Gelman Sparrow replied in a low voice, taking the lead around the wilted psychedelic bell trees and into the depths of the Black Forest.

He didn't get spiritual materials such as bark and branches, because there would definitely be a lot of transcendent creatures in the future, and he didn't have a so-called storage artifact, of course, he had to reserve space for more valuable gains.

Besides, there are too many things on his body that are too heavy, which is obviously not conducive to the agility of the "clown".

It's a pity, it's all lifeless material, without its own blood, and it can't enter "Grossell's Travels"...... It is possible to bring them in with secret puppets, but this is very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration...... Crane sighed silently, calming his emotions and freeing himself from the residual effects of the "Hanging Man" song.

This is the most difficult and exciting singing he has ever heard in his two lives!

If the "hanged man" lasted another minute or two, he could not guarantee that he would still be able to control the urge to beat the other party.

Blocking the ears and constricting the spirituality with paper balls alone can only weaken the influence, but cannot really isolate them...... Even the deaf can hear, which involves spiritual "communication...... This should be the most difficult ability of the "Ocean Singer" to defend against, plus once it appears, it will definitely be impossible to dodge and can only be avoided in advance of the "lightning strike", this sequence 5 is also quite strong...... However, why does Mr. "The Hanged Man" sing feel completely different from that of the elven singer Shatas...... While summarizing and analyzing the experience just now, Klein had some doubts.

At this time, Alger, who was walking next to him with a lantern, couldn't help but think about a question:

"Even German Sparrow can't stand my singing for long, how can I play the ...... of the 'Singer of the Sea'"

In silence, the two of them quickly walked forward among the thick trees covered with snake scales, and approached the ancient ruins.

With the "Navigator" by his side, Crane saved the energy of finding his way with his staff, and concentrated on guarding against possible sudden attacks around him.

In the dark and silent, with the feeling of a horror story, the two of them did not know how long they walked, and found that the trees in the Black Forest began to thin out regularly.

This was not the same as the situation they had encountered before with the demigod-level feathered serpent, where the trees were sparse and abrupt, and here it was gradual, giving people the illusion of leaving the Black Forest soon.

"Walk through this area and you'll be at the edge of the ancient ruins. Alger broke the silence and spoke.

He paused, and added, as if casually:

"According to my experience, the closer you get there, the more dangerous it is, and the traces of demigod-level transcendent creatures I found before were all found in this vicinity, but the strange thing is that the edge of the ancient ruins has no clues left by the activities of transcendent creatures, as for its depths, I don't know. ”

This is most likely because there is a more terrifying existence in the ancient ruins, and that area is its "territory", so other creatures dare not approach...... Crane was grunting.

He had a premonition of the danger of this exploration, and he also made a corresponding divination on the gray fog beforehand, and the revelation was that there were twists and turns, there were problems, but the possibility of leaving safely was not small.

After the "upside-down hangman" finished speaking, Klein chuckled and said:

"You should be able to tell what my guess is. ”

Without saying much, he entered the overgrown and sparsely wooded area.

Alger walked silently, becoming more and more convinced that he was right about Gelman Sparrow:

Cool and crazy!

Dozens of meters ahead, they suddenly saw a pair of dark blue eyes appear at the end of the lantern light.

It was a black baboon crouching on the branches of a tree, its hair naturally curled, and its head grew black crystals one after another, which grew upwards and clustered irregularly into a strange crown.

As soon as they saw the black baboon, Crane and Alger had the urge to lower their heads at the same time, and they didn't seem to dare to look directly at each other, only feeling that it was the lord of the forest, their lord.

Suzerain...... Relying on the severe headache caused by the "Whip of the Spirit" ring, Alger escaped the effects and hurriedly stepped to the left, trying to get out of the way, leaving the unknown species of the transcendent creature to Gelman Sparrow.

It was their previous agreement.

However, he walked to the left, but at last he walked forward, and his legs were limping, and it seemed that he suddenly needed crutches.

Subconsciously, Alger drew his short blade, causing the sharp wind blades to whizz towards the black curly-haired baboon.

At that moment, the baboon grinned and smiled.

The wind blade in mid-air suddenly changed direction, or to the left, or to the right, or to the right, or to float upward, or to sink, perfectly not avoiding the target.

Seeing this scene, Klein gave up his plan to approach by normal means, and the glove of his left palm suddenly became transparent, and his body became invisible.

Alger stopped his stress and saw the figure of Gelman Sparrow in a half-height silk top hat suddenly appear behind the black curly-haired baboon, less than 5 meters away.

Immediately after, the black curly-haired baboon's body stiffened, as if it had lost most of its control, and it even struggled to raise its palm, half digging into its own eyes and half trying to twist something.

Taking advantage of its sluggishness, Gelman Sparrow raised the iron-black revolver he held in his right hand and aimed it at the head with a deep, dark muzzle.

Then, the mad adventurer pulled the trigger without expression.

Note 1: Excerpt from Tennyson's "Impulse, Impulse, Impulse"

。 The fastest website for mobile version update: m.