Chapter two hundred and seventy seventh whispers in the ear
boom--
A huge storm arose out of nowhere, rolling up the entire huge ship and moaning uncontrollably.
Kwansten, who had unbuckled his seat belt, was thrown out and hit the bulkhead under the heavy water pressure.
Everywhere was the roar of the storm, the roar of the ocean currents, and some desperate moans.
The entire hull was sinking suddenly and was about to return to the middle zone, and the original and reassuring darkness covered them again.
Those terrifying, terrifying, lights and storms were like the roaring and whispering of the devil, making them tremble with fear.
Greg, who was so weak all over, took big mouthfuls of heavy water to release the pressure on his body.
Then, he covered his broken arm and looked at the scene outside the dark cabin window, stunned.
Countless familiar aquatic creatures were twisting and turning, as if they were running away like crazy, but they also seemed to be lost and running around at a loss.
Running wildly back and forth.
What has happened?
Greg was stunned. What was it about these peaceful creatures that made them so frightened?
They were born as the darlings of darkness, and they encountered such a panic.
Boom——
It sank to the bottom.
Greg opened the door of the cabin, and huge water pressure spurted out instantly, "We fell a little far, and we have to walk back this distance."
He explained to the passengers in the back.
The water pressure here is not high enough. If they stay here for a long time, they may encounter some terrible things.
Only in the darkest suitable zone is the best place for them to survive and reproduce.
Father God and Mother God protect them.
He did not delve into the words of that Kronston. Each Kronston has his own secret. The most important thing now is that they should go back and report everything to God the Father.
Those colorful bubbles brought a deep gloom to Greg's eyes, and he touched the bitten arm without leaving any trace.
Pain? Still no pain.
Although he could still move his arm, he already had a vague feeling that this arm no longer felt like his.
In the skin under the hard fish scales, there seemed to be some twisted living things swimming around, like his blood vessels and his tendons were alive and had a life of their own.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a cluster of strange things calling him, no, to be precise, it should be calling a part of him.
None of the five Crotons in the group made any fuss, and they all followed behind as hard as they could, all the way down the deep seabed.
The ferocious paw prints they stepped on were instantly restored under the huge sea pressure. Except for the oval-shaped blasted hull that can prove that life has passed here, no one knows what has been here or what has existed here.
The endless shadows should have been the favorite environment of the Kronstons, but in the eyes of these Kronstons, the most terrifying existence seemed to be hidden.
"bite--"
It seemed that some voice sounded in Greg's mind, but something quickly blocked the signal. The message was transmitted intermittently, and in the end he was completely silent.
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In the blink of an eye, after the third ocean current time, Greg crawled out of his cave and walked in this dark city full of enchanting colors.
This city is the masterpiece of their Keqianston, dedicated to the father god Daragon and the mother god Hydra.
His arm was intact, and the broken fish scales had been regenerated.
That incident has passed, but he still hides a lingering haze.
Colorful bubbles and creatures escaping in a hurry.
What's the connection?
He touched his arm without leaving a trace. After he prayed to Father God Daragon, these changes seemed to have stopped.
But why can't he let go in his heart?
Greg swam forward, his sharp claws retracted, and the spinous membranes on his back swayed.
"bite--"
"Color from the stars."
"What is bred in the colorful light is not hope and life. Darkness and worms will bear fruit in the shadows."
"The eternal eternity will die, and death is eternal life."
Greg has become accustomed to the sound that rings in his ears from time to time. This sound is hollow and sharp, with an unknown whistling sound, just like the sound he heard in the shallow sea that day.
This kind of voice has undulating lines that make people's hair stand on end.
"PS: It's not just living things that have thoughts, there are also those..."
"Task 2: Investigate the alienated body."
"Task description: Find him, dissect him, and understand him."
"PS: Is your body really your body?"
"Task 3: Investigate the accident of the cruise ship."
"Task description: There are some secrets hidden in the cruise ship that crashed in the middle. Face it head-on."
"PS: Please stay away from it if it is not necessary."
These unfamiliar syllables often sounded in his mind, like evil beings whispering in his ears.
This is true even in front of the statue of Father God Daragon.
Is this caused by the colorful bubbles?
Gregor felt silent in his heart as he wandered around this ancient and dark city.
"Greg?" A voice woke him up.
He raised his head and looked at Kronston, who was swimming towards him, "I am."
"This is your package." That Croton took out an object tightly wrapped in leaves from the grease bag behind his back and handed it to Greg.
Package, where did he get the package?
Greg was a little confused, but he still accepted the package, which was only half the size of a paw.
After walking a few steps quickly, he was ready to go back to his room and take a look.
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Returning to his dark room, Gegre closed the heavy door and closed himself inside.
The deeper the darkness, the more peaceful it made them. Greg opened the package.
Eyeballs?
This is an eye with clusters of nerves, and there seems to be some secret hidden in the scattered black eyes.
Greg hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his paw to touch it.
Swish——
Picture after picture flashed in his mind.
Boarding?
Entering the ship?
The familiar hull of the ship and the figure in the picture instantly reminded him of the owner of this eyeball.
Is this the Croton who is shouting that he wants to leave quickly?
Judging from these pictures, he was staring out the window almost all the time, and the picture also changed from the dark and deep suitable zone to the shallow sea zone.
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming.
What exactly did he see?
Greg was a little excited, and also felt a little unknown panic, but the scene continued.
"bite--"
"Color from the stars."
"What is bred in the colorful light is not hope and life. Darkness and worms will bear fruit in the shadows."
"The eternal eternity will die, and death is eternal life."
The whisper, that sharp and familiar whisper of terror, is like a demon lingering around your ears.