Hearing the words of "hanging man", Klein suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart. He had a bad premonition. He didn't try to make up any character, put down the lantern, took out two sticky notes from his pocket, kneaded them into a ball, and stuffed them into his left and right ears.

Seeing that German Sparrow did not ask and did it directly, Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt that working with experienced guys was really worry-free and trouble-free. Even adventurers with crazy titles 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 warmth in his hand towards the psychedelic wind chime tree to attract the other party to catch it, but suddenly he saw the weeds next to him shaking, and a tiger with yellow skin and black marks emerged.

With the graceful sound of wind chimes, the tiger walked step by step towards the strange trees ahead. Its movements were normal, its eyes were dull, and there was an indescribable sense of evil.

Seeing this, Alger lowered his arm and temporarily gave up the attempt to throw out the dead mouse. He endured the severe headache and calmly watched the yellow-skinned and black-printed tiger walk to the front of the psychedelic wind chime tree in the increasingly rapid and louder melodious sound.

It squatted down, raised its right claw, popped out its sharp nails, and scratched its neck.

Blood flowed out, and the tiger seemed to lose its sense of pain. It continued to pull its claws to make the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off its fur bit by bit, revealing its bloody and fuzzy "naked" body.

The sound of the wind chime gradually subsided, and the branches suddenly came alive and spread downwards, piercing into the tiger's body that had lost its fur protection, making people unable to look directly at it.

Alger, who had already been ready, immediately pulled out the short blade from his waist, opened his mouth, and sang hoarsely:

“Impact, Impact, Impact,

"Oh the sea, the rocks are rushing into the dusty and cold!

“Impact, Impact, Impact,

"The sea, it cracks at the foot of the rock!" (Note 1)

His singing is rough and heroic, but it is no longer tuned, completely contrary to the normal cognition of humans and living things, and has a noise-like roar with metal texture, full of power that makes people irritable, disgusting and headache.

The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and they all took them back together, as if they were about to curl up together. The beautiful ringtone that rang out slightly dimmed the terrible noise.

Although Klein next to Alger blocked his ears with a ball of paper and took the initiative to restrain his spirituality, his forehead was roaring at this moment, and his heart instantly felt the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him.

Moreover, his mind felt like it was torn, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin began to squirm on their own.

Others need money to sing, but Mr. "Hangered Man" is deadly singing! Klein used complaints to fight his inner irritability.

"Impulse! Impulse! Impulse!"

The burst of each word of Alger gradually moved closer to the sound of the waves hitting the reefs, and one silver-white lightning after another fell, as if there were bursts of cheers after wave.

The silver white lights up one after another, and they all slashed to the surface of the psychedelic wind chime tree, making the strange tree tremble uncontrollably, making the branches shaking stiff and chaotic, making it difficult to make neat hypnotic sounds.

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

The sound of the whimpering wind sounded, and invisible sharp blades rushed over and slashed on the branch closest to the torso at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree.

Snap!

The translucent fruit, the size of a fist, fell straight away, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew into Alger's palm. The trees covered with eyes-like cracks solidified, and the remaining branches hang down at the same time, losing their vitality.

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

Then he turned his head sideways and looked at German Sparo and said:

“Let’s continue…”

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

At this moment, he saw that German Sparrow's cold face was slightly distorted, and the brown pupil-like whites were slightly red, as if they would burst out at any time and do something to himself at any time.

Alger's spirit suddenly became tense, and he took a slow breath, adding to the complete words:

"Let's keep moving forward."

"Let's go." German Sparrow responded in a low and mute manner, taking the lead in bypassing the psychedelic wind chime tree that had entered a withered state and heading deep into the Black Forest.

He did not get spiritual materials such as bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he did not have the so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable gains.

Besides, too many things on your body are too heavy, which is obviously not conducive to the agility of the "Joker".

Unfortunately, they are all lifeless materials. Without their own blood, they cannot enter "Grossell's Travels"... They can be brought in with secret puppets, but this is very troublesome and is not conducive to subsequent exploration... Cline sighed silently while calming down his emotions and getting rid of the residual influence of the song "Hanging Man".

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

If the "hanging man" lasts for another minute or two, he cannot guarantee that he can still control the urge to beat the other party.

Just by blocking the ears and restraining the spirituality, the impact can only be weakened, and it cannot be really isolated... Even deaf people can still hear it, which includes "communication" at the spiritual level... This should be the most difficult ability for "ocean singers" to defend against. In addition, once they appear, they will definitely not be able to avoid it and can only avoid it in advance. This Sequence 5 is also quite strong... However, why does the singing of Mr. "The Hanging Man" feel completely different from that of the elf singer Xia Tasi... Klein summed up and analyzed the experience just now, while a little doubt.

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

"Even German Sparrow can't stand my singing for a long time. How should I play the 'Ocean Singer'..."

In the silent atmosphere, the two of them quickly moved forward among the thick trees covered with snake scales, moving closer to the ancient ruins.

With the "Voyager" next to him, Klein saved the energy of finding a way out of Bu Jian and was focused on guarding against possible sudden attacks around him.

In the dark and silent environment, the two of them had a very horrifying story feeling, and they found that the trees in the black forest began to gradually become sparse in a regular manner.

This is different from the situation when they encountered the demigod-level feathered snake before. The trees were sparse and looked abrupt. This was gradual, giving people the illusion of leaving the black forest as soon as possible.

"Through this area, you will reach the edge of the ancient ruins." Alger broke the silence and said.

He paused, adding casually:

"In my experience, the closer you get there, the more dangerous it is. The traces of the demigod-level extraordinary creatures I discovered before were found nearby. However, a strange thing is that there are no clues left by the activities of extraordinary creatures at the edge of the ancient ruins. As for its depths, I don't know."

This is most likely that there is a more terrifying existence in the ancient ruins. That area is its "territory", so other creatures dare not approach... Klein muttered.

He had a premonition of the danger of this exploration and also made corresponding divination on the fog in advance. The inspiration he received was that there were twists and turns and problems, but there might be a lot of possible departure safely.

After the "hanging man" finished speaking, Klein chuckled:

"You should be able to know what my guess is."

He didn't say much and entered an area with overgrown weeds and sparse trees.

Alger walked quietly beside him, becoming more and more convinced that his judgment of German Sparrow was correct:

Calm and crazy!

Walking forward for dozens of meters, they suddenly saw a pair of dark blue eyes appearing at the end of the horse light.

It was a black baboon squatting on the branches of trees. Its hair was naturally curled, and black crystals grew one after another on its head. These crystals grew up and clustered irregularly into strange crowns.

As soon as he saw the black baboon, Klein and Alger had the urge to lower their heads at the same time. They seemed not to dare to look directly at each other, but they felt that they were the master of this forest and their own lord.

Lord...Arger relied on the severe headache caused by the "Spirit Whip" ring to get rid of the influence, and hurriedly took a step to the left, trying to get out of the front, leaving this extraordinary creature of unknown species to German Sparo.

This is their previous agreement.

However, he obviously took a step left, but in the end he turned to walk forward, and his legs limped, as if he suddenly needed a crutch.

Subconsciously, Alger pulled out the short blades and let the sharp wind blades whizz towards the black curly baboon.

At this moment, the baboon grinned and smiled.

The wind blade in mid-air suddenly changed direction, either tilted to the left, floated to the right, floated up, or sinking, perfectly did not avoid the target.

Seeing this scene, Klein gave up the plan to approach with normal methods. His left palm glove suddenly became transparent, and his body became invisible.

Alger stopped his stress and saw German Sparrow wearing a half-height silk top hat suddenly appear behind the black curly baboon, with the distance between the two sides being less than 5 meters.

Immediately afterwards, the black curly baboon's body suddenly stiffened, as if it had lost most of its control. It even raised its palm with difficulty, half digging towards its own eyes and half trying to twist something.

And German Sparo had taken advantage of its slowness to raise the iron black revolver held in his right hand and aimed at its head with a deep and dark muzzle.

Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger without any expression.
Chapter completed!