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Although the sounds Zhang Jinguang heard were sweet sounds that had been filtered, he was still a little uncomfortable and excited to have such a large-scale sound enter his auditory world for a while, and an inexplicable dizziness came over him.
This increasingly intense feeling of dizziness forced him to sit down cross-legged, close his eyes tightly, and use the "Detailed Explanation of the Mind and Breath Heart Sutra" to regulate the overwhelming energy and blood, and regulate the chaotic central hearing.
Nerves... From this, relying on the filtering of the small crystal on his forehead, he completely entered a new world of sound.
This strange sound world seems to have a special imagination space, but it is also an ethereal sound, an indescribable five-flavor bottle, complicated and miscellaneous.
The small crystal on his forehead indeed has magical power. Through its special processing, it can arrange these sad and harsh sounds into another kind of beautiful sounds, which stay in his central auditory nervous system and sound world.
You must know that whether it is the sound made by the smoke itself or the sound of sucking other creatures, it is a devastating sound. Moreover, the smoke clearly uses sound as a hunting method to attack the target.
The sound of eating until the prey is finished.
Therefore, after all the sounds in the smoke were absorbed by the small crystal, they were stored in Zhang Jinguang's brain, deep in his soul, and in his central auditory nervous system. In the future, will this sound be like that smoke?
Becoming an unparalleled murder weapon?
However, at this moment, the cloud of smoke was indeed surrendered by the small crystal. In an instant, all its energy disappeared like a deflated rubber ball and was completely absorbed by the small crystal. This is really an incredible phenomenon, just think about it.
It's scary. You must know that this smoke is not an ordinary smoke. It can transform into thousands of armies and all kinds of strange characters. The small crystal absorbs it all, including the sounds that hurt life.
, it’s really incredible.
If it were not in the jungle of another world, no one would believe that such a strange thing would happen; if it were not in the jungle of this foreign land, how could a small piece of crystal absorb this magical and turbulent smoke?
However, this incredible thing did happen in the jungle of a foreign continent.
After Zhang Jinguang slowly woke up and stabilized his mood, he took a long breath and slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the snow was still white in front of him, and the winter sun was shining brightly on the snow.
Zhang Jinguang suddenly looked at the Wangge tribe again, and saw many black shadows scattered on the snow around the tribe. Then he suddenly thought of the goblins, and immediately jumped up and hurriedly walked toward Wange.
Brother tribe ran away.
When he stumbled back to the Wange tribe, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw goblin corpses everywhere. This was not the first time Zhang Jinguang saw the corpses of goblins. He also beat them with his own hands.
Goblins had died before. However, at this moment, the corpses of the goblins he saw were not only shockingly large in number, but also the appearance of their tragic deaths was truly unbearable to watch.
The snow on the Wangge tribe can be described as a river of blood. At this time, everything has been immersed in the thick snow, which is particularly dazzling in the sun. A frightening and painful atmosphere lingers over the entire tribe.
, plaintive and sad.
Zhang Jinguang looked at the goblins who had lived with him. They were all bleeding from their orifices, with their eyes wide open in anger. They were already dead. The scene was very tragic and desolate! At this time, Zhang Jinguang couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
It started to beat up and down rapidly, and tears involuntarily spread over the eyes, rolled out, and flowed down the thin cheeks.
This kind of sad emotion was the first time that Zhang Jinguang had experienced after traveling to the jungle of another world. As a zombie, it was also the first time that he shed tears and was so sad! Zhang Jinguang couldn't understand that he could actually cry? But this
, but it is a sad emotion of losing a loved one.
Lost a relative? Are the goblins his relatives?
Well, at least Zhang Jinguang thinks so, thinking: "Oh my God, I traveled to this alien continent and was already lonely. I finally lived with the same race of goblins, but I killed them all in a moment. How can I be embarrassed?"
God is really unfair to me!"
Indeed, when he traveled to the jungle of this alien continent, the first creature he came into contact with was the goblin. Later, during the more than half a year of living in the jungle, he spent most of his time with the goblins in the Wange tribe.
live together.
Although the goblins of the Wange tribe seemed to be taking advantage of him, he felt respect, mutual love, and some emotional experiences from his previous life from these goblins. Even, at certain times,
It can be said that most of the time, Zhang Jinguang regarded himself as a member of the Wange tribe and regarded the goblins as his own ethnic group.
In this way, how can one not feel sad when one's own ethnic group died in such a miserable way? How can one not express feelings? How can one not cry bitterly?
With tears in his eyes, he slowly leaned down, got close to the goblins, and closed their eyes one by one.
"Huang Da, I have avenged you, go in peace!"
"Lion-headed Goblin, you... rest in peace too!"
"..."
Zhang Jinguang seemed to be saying goodbye to his dead relatives one by one, with sincere and sad feelings, and his face was ashen and solemn. He stepped over each dead body with difficulty, carefully stepped on the blood-stained snow, and took the trouble to help each goblin.
The corpse closed its wide eyes.
In the end, Zhang Jinguang also found the body of the Goblin King among the dead bodies. Not because he was a king, his death would be more beautiful, but it was still tragic, even his distinctive nose like a pointed red pepper
Zhang Jinguang also became ashen. When Zhang Jinguang saw the Goblin King, his nose felt sore, and tears couldn't help but flow out from his sunken eyes. Therefore, in his heart, he immediately realized that the Goblins in the entire Wange tribe
None of us will be spared from this misfortune.
He looked painfully at the group of goblins who had brought him countless emotional experiences. He really wanted to save them, really wanted to see their proud expressions and dependence on him again, and really wanted to be with them.
Hunt together and have fun together!
However, in less than half an hour, all these living beings were hunted down by this unexpected cloud of smoke. Only in the jungle of this alien continent could such an unbelievable thing happen.
An unexplainable tragedy.
The bloodshed in the Wange tribe turned the fairy-tale world built of thick snow into a world of hell and devils, a world of sorrow, and a world of misery. Winter just appeared again.
The sun also dimmed.
This gap and profoundness left a profound and indelible memory in Zhang Jinguang's originally simple zombie memory. This unforgettable memory made his mind grow and mature rapidly.
With tears in his eyes, regret, and guilt for not fulfilling his duty as a protector, he said goodbye to these relatives one by one...
He passed these familiar faces, filled with their memories, the memories of the zombie's life. Although Zhang Jinguang's identity is a bit complicated and he has sporadic memories of his previous life in his head, as a jungle zombie in this life, many of his memories are
It is related to this group of goblins, who all come from the jungle of this alien continent.
Like a child, he came to a foreign land to grow and gain experience again. The goblins, invisibly, became his companions, his ethnic group, and the soil for his growth. If it weren't for Brother
Breen guys, how could he have the emotions and sorrows that are similar to humans? How could he have the behaviors that are similar to humans?
Indeed, after Zhang Jinguang traveled from the 21st century to the jungle of this alien continent, he became a zombie. Everything changed. He became incompatible with his previous life and became very similar to a jungle monster. And in the past half year
In the jungle life, although he encounters a thousand-year-old master by chance, once he lives alone in this jungle, he may eventually become the same as those beasts and monsters deep in the jungle that only know how to hunt for food.
Therefore, the importance of zombies living together with goblins is highlighted. After all, goblins have shadows of humans.
The current Zhang Jinguang zombie is no longer the zombie state he traveled through more than half a year ago. Even some of his appearance features have changed. And this change is almost astonishing, just like every adventure he has.
, shocking and puzzling. It is obvious that he is transforming into a young man in his prime.
But this image was concealed by his knight suit and cat monster leather jacket, especially his black hair that was growing wildly and covered with dirt, which further concealed his "mutated" image as a zombie.
Zhang Jinguang wandered in the snow, just as his sad mood lingered in the tribe. When he approached a goblin corpse, his sadness was suddenly replaced by a feeling of surprise: "Isn't this a wizard?
What's going on? Among all the goblins, he is the only one whose eyes are closed, but he doesn't need me to close his eyes."
Just as he was thinking this, the wizard's distinctive patterned face seemed to twitch. Zhang Jinguang thought he was dazzled by what he saw, so he quickly got closer and wanted to take a closer look. Through the black, white and red colors on his face, he
He didn't see the results he hoped to see from his painted face.
I don't know whether Zhang Jinguang's expression was a little dazed or because he had a closer relationship with the Goblin Wizard. He still couldn't help but stretch out his long and thin hand like he did to the other Goblins just now, and said
The action of stroking his eyelids seemed to close his eyes again, allowing him to peacefully return to heaven.
However, when Zhang Jinguang's hand passed by the Goblin Wizard's mouth and nose, he suddenly felt a warm breath surging. Zhang Jinguang subconsciously moved the hand that was going to the Goblin Wizard's eyelids.
To probe the wizard's mouth and nose.
"There is indeed a breath!" Zhang Jinguang's face showed an excited look, and his heart seemed to jump out of his chest with the weak breath of the Goblin wizard, "Quick! I have to save him!"