Chapter 76

Hearing the words of "The Hanged Man", Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had a bad premonition. He didn't bother to make a character, put down the lantern, took out two pieces of note paper from his pocket, crumpled them into balls, into the left and right ears respectively.

Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow didn't ask questions, but just followed suit, Alger couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He felt in his heart that cooperating with experienced guys was really worry-free and trouble-free. Even an adventurer with the title of crazy would listen to him. Get into reasonable words and know what to do and what not to do.

He was about to throw the dead mouse, which was still warm in his hand, to the psychedelic wind chime tree, attracting the opponent to catch it, when he suddenly saw a yellow-skinned and black-striped tiger emerging from the nearby bushes and weeds.

Amidst the beautiful jingling wind chimes, the tiger walked towards the strange tree in front step by step. Its movements were normal, its eyes were dull, and it felt an indescribable sense of evil.

Seeing this, Alger lowered his arms, and temporarily gave up trying to throw out the dead mouse. Enduring a severe headache, he calmly watched the melodious sound of the yellow-skinned and black-striped tiger getting louder and louder. , walked to the front of the psychedelic wind chime tree.

It squatted down, raised its right paw, snapped out its sharp nails, and scratched its own neck.

Blood flowed out, and the tiger seemed to have lost its sense of pain. It continued to pull its claws, making the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off its own fur little by little, revealing a "naked" body that was bloody and bloody.

The sound of the wind chimes gradually subsided, and those branches suddenly came alive, spreading downwards, and one by one pierced into the tiger's unprotected body, which was unbearable to look at.

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

"Rush, rush, rush,

"O sea, against gray and cold rocks!

"Rush, rush, rush,

"O sea, break at the foot of the rock!" (Note 1)

His singing voice is rough and heroic, but it is completely out of tune, completely contrary to the normal cognition of human beings and creatures, and has its own noise-like metallic roar, full of irritability, nausea and headaches. strength.

The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and they all retracted, as if they were about to curl up together, and the beautiful bell sounded after that slightly diluted the terrifying noise.

Although Klein next to Alger blocked his ears with balls of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing violently at this moment, and the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him suddenly appeared in his heart.

Moreover, his mind felt as if it was being torn apart, and the muscles and blood vessels under the skin squirmed slightly on their own.

Others sing for money, but Mr. "The Hanged Man" sings for his life! Klein used complaints to fight against the irritability in his heart.

"Rush! Rush! Rush!"

Alger's outburst of each word gradually approached the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, and one after another of silvery white lightning fell, as if one after another of applause.

Silver and white lighted up one after another, and they struck the surface of the psychedelic campanula tree in unison, causing the strange tree to tremble uncontrollably, and the shaking of its branches was so stiff and chaotic that it was difficult to make a neat hypnotic sound.

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

There was a whistling sound of wind, and invisible sharp blades swished over, slashing at the branch at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree that was closest to the trunk.

Click!

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

Sure enough, as long as the correct information is collected and mastered in advance, extraordinary plants with relatively low spiritual intelligence are easier to deal with than animals of the same level... Alger took out the small metal tube he had prepared and collected the fruits of the psychedelic wind chime tree.

Then, he turned his head sideways, looked at Gehrman Sparrow and said:

"Let's continue..."

His words stopped suddenly, and the phrase corresponding to "forward" disappeared in his throat.

At this moment, he saw that Gehrman Sparrow's stern face was slightly distorted, and the whites of his brown pupil-like eyes were slightly stained red, as if he was about to explode at any time, and would attack him at any time.

Alger's spirit tensed up, he took a slow breath, and completed what he just said:

"Let's move on."

"Let's go." Gehrman Sparrow responded in a low voice, and took the lead to bypass the psychedelic wind chime tree that had entered a withered state, and walked into the depths of the black forest.

He didn't go for spiritual materials such as bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he didn't have a so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable harvests.

Besides, carrying too many and heavy things on his body is obviously not conducive to the agility of the "clown".

It's a pity, those are all inanimate materials, without your own blood, you can't enter "Grossel's Travel Notes"... You can use secret puppets to bring them in, but this is very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration... While sighing silently, Klein calmed down and got rid of the residual influence of "The Hanged Man" singing.

This is the ugliest and most exciting song he has ever heard in his life!

If "The Hanged Man" lasted another minute or two, he couldn't guarantee that he would still be able to control the urge to beat him up.

Just relying on paper balls to block ears and restrain spirituality can only weaken the influence, but cannot really isolate it... Even the deaf can hear it, which includes "communication" at the spiritual level... This should be "Song of the Ocean" The most difficult ability to defend against, plus the "lightning strike" that can't be avoided once it appears, and can only be avoided in advance, this Sequence 5 is also quite strong... However, why does Mr. "Hanged Man" sing? It's completely different from the elf singer Siatas... Klein felt a little confused while summarizing and analyzing the experience just now.

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

"Even Gehrman Sparrow couldn't bear my singing for a long time, how should I play the 'Ocean Singer'..."

In the silent atmosphere, the two quickly moved forward among the thick trees covered with snake scales, approaching the ancient ruins.

With Navigator by his side, Klein saved his energy for finding his way with the divination stick, and concentrated on guarding against possible attacks that might appear suddenly around him.

In the dark and silent environment, which felt like a horror story, the two of them walked for an unknown amount of time, and found that the trees in the Black Forest began to thin out regularly.

This is different from the situation when they encountered the demigod-level feathered snake before. There, the trees were sparse and abrupt, but here it was gradual, giving people the illusion that they were leaving the Black Forest.

"Pass through this area, and you will reach the edge of the ancient ruins." Argel broke the silence and said.

He paused, then added casually:

"According to my experience, the closer it is, the more dangerous it is. The traces of demigod-level extraordinary creatures I found before were all found near here. However, the strange thing is that there is no extraordinary creature activity left at the edge of the ancient ruins." As for the clues under it, as for its depth, I don't know."

There is a high probability that there is a more terrifying existence in the ancient ruins, and that area is its "territory", so other creatures dare not approach... Klein muttered.

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

After "The Hanged Man" finished speaking, Klein laughed lowly and said:

"You should know what my guess is."

He didn't say much, and entered the area with overgrown grass and few trees.

Alger walked beside silently, more and more convinced that his judgment of Gehrman Sparrow was correct:

Calm and crazy!

After walking tens of meters, they suddenly saw a pair of blue eyes appearing at the end of the lantern light.

It was a black baboon squatting on a branch of a tree. Its hair was naturally curly, and slices of black crystals grew from its head. These crystals grew upwards and clustered irregularly to form a strange crown.

Seeing the black baboon, Klein and Alger had the urge to lower their heads at the same time, as if they didn't dare to look directly at each other, and felt that it was the master of this forest and their own lord.

Lord... Alger relied on the severe headache caused by the "Spiritual Whip" ring to get rid of the influence, and hurriedly stepped to the left, trying to get out of the way, leaving this extraordinary creature of unknown species to Gehrman Sparrow.

This is their previous agreement.

However, he obviously took a step to the left, but in the end he walked forward, and his legs were limping, as if he suddenly needed crutches.

Subconsciously, Argel drew out the short blade, and let the sharp wind blades swish towards the black curly-haired baboon.

At this moment, the baboon opened his mouth and smiled.

The wind blade in mid-air suddenly changed its direction, or deflected to the left, or floated to the right, or floated up, or sank, without avoiding the target perfectly.

Seeing this scene, Klein gave up his plan of approaching with the normal method. The glove on his left palm suddenly became transparent, and his body also became invisible.

Alger stopped acting on the spur of the moment, and saw the figure of Gehrman Sparrow wearing a half-height silk top hat suddenly appearing behind the black curly-haired baboon. The distance between the two sides was less than 5 meters.

Immediately afterwards, the black curly-haired baboon froze suddenly, as if it had lost most of its control. It even raised its palm with difficulty, half digging into its own eyes and half trying to twist something.

And Gehrman Sparrow took advantage of its slowness, raised the iron black revolver held in his right hand, and aimed at its head with the deep and dark muzzle.

Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

Note 1: An excerpt from Tennyson's "Rush, Rush, Rush"