Part 4 The Undead chapter 76 – a bloody song.

　　Hearing the words of the “inverted man”, Klein’s heart suddenly thumped, had a bad feeling, he did not bother to argue about the persona, put down the horse lamp, took out two pieces of sticky notes from his coat pocket, crumpled them up into a ball, and shoved them into his left and right ears respectively.

　　Seeing Germaine Sparrow did not make inquiries, directly did as he was told, Alger couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, inwardly sighing and experienced guy to cooperate with is really save heart and trouble, even if there is a crazy title of the adventurer, but also listen to reasonable words, know what to do and what not to do.

　　He was about to throw the dead rat that was still a little warm in his hand towards the psychedelic wind chime tree, attracting the other party to capture it, when he suddenly saw a yellow-skinned, black-striped tiger burrowing out from the nearby shrubs and weeds shaking.

　　With the tinkling of the beautiful wind chimes, that tiger took a step towards the strange tree in front of it, it moved normally, its gaze was dull, and it had an indescribable sense of evil.

　　Seeing this, Alger lowered his arm, temporarily gave up his attempt to throw out the dead rat, endured his violent headache, and calmly watched that yellow-skinned, black-striped tiger walk ahead of the psychedelic wind chime tree in an increasingly urgent and louder melodious sound.

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

　　Blood gurgled out, and the tiger, as if oblivious to the pain, continued to pull its claws, making the wound deeper and longer, and then it began to peel off its own fur little by little, revealing its bloody and “naked” body.

　　As the wind and bells died down, the branches suddenly came to life, spreading downwards, and one by one, they dug themselves into the tiger’s furless body, which was unbearable to look at.

　　Alger, who had long been prepared, immediately drew the short blade at his waist, opened his mouth, and hissed and sang:

　　”Charge, Charge, Charge.

　　”O sea, impulse the gray and cold rocks!

　　”O sea, O sea, O sea, O sea, O sea, O sea, O sea, O sea.

　　”O sea, breaking at the feet of the rocks!” (Note 1)

　　His song is rough and bold, yet completely out of tune, completely contrary to the normal perception of human beings and creatures, and comes with its own noise-like, metallic rumble, full of the power to annoy and sicken and give you a headache.

　　The branches of that psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, retracting back in unison as if to curl up together, and the wonderful bells that rang along with it diluted the terrible noise to a lesser extent.

　　Although Klein, who was next to Alger, had plugged his ears with a ball of paper and had taken the initiative to collect his spirituality, even at this moment, his forehead veins were throbbing violently, and the impulse to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him instantly sprang up in his heart.

　　Moreover, his mind had the feeling of being torn apart, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin slightly wriggled on their own.

　　Other people sing for money, but Mr. “Hangman” sings for his life! Klein fought his inner rage with spitting.

　　”Charge! Impulse! Impulse!”

　　Alger’s bursts of each word gradually drew closer to the sound of waves lapping against the reef, and one silver-white lightning bolt after another fell with it, as if in a burst of applause.

　　The silver-whites lit up one after the other and struck the surface of the psychedelic wind chime tree in unison, splitting the strange tree so that it couldn’t stop shaking, so that the swaying of its branches was so stiff and chaotic that it was hard to make a neat, hypnotic sound.

　　Seizing this opportunity, Alger dropped the dead rat and extended the short blade in his hand forward.

　　With the first sound of the whimpering wind, an invisible sharp blade swished and ran over, chopping at the topmost branch of the Psychedelic Wind Chime Tree that was closest to the torso.

　　Ka-ching!

　　The fist-sized, colorless, translucent fruit fell straight down, was swept up by a strong wind, and flew towards Alger’s palm, and the tree, whose surface was covered with eye-like cracks, then solidified, with its remaining branches drooping at the same time, losing their vitality.

　　Sure enough, as long as the correct information is collected and mastered beforehand, transcendent plants with relatively low spiritual intelligence are better to deal with than animals at the same level …… Alger took out the small metal cylinder that he had prepared and put away the fruit of the Psychedelic Wind Chime Tree.

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

　　”Let’s continue ……”

　　His words broke off abruptly, and the words “forward” disappeared from his throat.

　　At that moment, he saw Germaine Sparrow’s cold face slightly distorted, the whites of his eyes next to his brown pupils slightly colored red, as if he would explode and strike at himself at any moment.

　　Alger’s spirits tightened for a moment, and he took a slow breath to add to what he’d just said until it was complete:

　　”Let’s move on.”

　　”Go.” Germaine Sparrow responded in a low voice, taking the lead as he walked around the psychedelic wind chime tree that had entered a state of withering and walked deeper into the dark forest.

　　He didn’t bother with spiritually rich materials such as barks and branches, as he would surely encounter quite a few more transcendent creatures in the following, and since he didn’t have the so-called storage artifacts, he of course had to reserve space for more valuable harvests.

　　Besides, carrying too many things is too heavy, obviously not conducive to the utilization of “clown” agility.

　　Unfortunately, those are all lifeless materials, without their own blood, can not enter the “Grocer’s Travels” …… can use the secret puppet to bring them in, but this is very troublesome, not conducive to the subsequent exploration …… Klein while sighing silently, while calming down He sighed silently as he calmed down and got rid of the residual effects of the “Hanged Man’s” song.

　　It was the hardest and most exciting song he had ever heard in his life!

　　If the “Hanged Man” had continued for another minute or two, he was not sure that he would have been able to control his urge to beat the other man.

　　Just by the paper ball blocking the ears and convergence of spirituality, can only reduce the impact, can not really isolate …… Even if the deaf, but also can hear, which includes the spiritual level of “communication” …… This should be the most difficult to defend the “ocean singer” ability, plus once appeared, certainly can not be avoided, can only be avoided in advance of the “lightning strike”, this sequence 5 is also quite strong ah … … …However, Mr. “Inverted Man”‘s singing feeling is completely different from that of the Elf Singer Shatas……… Klein summarized and analyzed the experience he had just gained, but at the same time, he had some doubts.

　　At this time, Alger, who was walking beside him carrying a horse lamp, couldn’t help but consider a question as well:

　　”Even Germaine Sparrow couldn’t endure my singing voice for a long time, how am I supposed to play the ‘Ocean Singer’……”

　　In the silence, the two men moved quickly forward through the thick, snake-scaled trees, approaching the ancient ruins.

　　With the Voyager at his side, Klein saved himself the effort of searching for the way with his staff, and concentrated on guarding his surroundings against any attacks that might suddenly appear.

　　Under the dark and silent environment, which had the feeling of a horror story, the two of them didn’t know how long they had been traveling, and realized that the trees in the black forest began to thin out regularly.

　　This was not the same as the situation when they had met that Demigod level Feathered Serpent before, where the trees thinned out all at once and appeared abrupt, this side was gradual, giving the illusion that they were about to leave the Black Forest.

　　”Through this area, we’re at the edge of that ancient relic.” Alger broke the silence and spoke.

　　He paused and added in a seemingly casual manner:

　　”According to my experience, the closer you get there, the more dangerous it is, the traces of Demigod level transcendent creatures I found before were all found in this vicinity, however, a strange point is that the edge of that ancient relic is completely devoid of clues left behind by the activities of transcendent creatures, and as for its depths, I don’t know.”

　　The probability is that there is an even more terrifying existence within that ancient relic, and that area is its “territory”, so other creatures dare not approach …… Klein grumbled in his heart.

　　He had a premonition of the danger of this quest, and had made a corresponding divination above the gray fog beforehand, and received the revelation that there would be twists and turns and problems, but the possibility of leaving safely was not small.

　　When the “inverted man” finished, Klein gave a low laugh and said:

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

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

　　Alger walked beside him in silence, more and more convinced that his judgment of Germaine Sparrow was correct:

　　Calm and mad!

　　A few dozen meters ahead, they suddenly saw a pair of ghostly blue eyes appear at the end of the horse lamp’s glow.

　　It was a black baboon crouched in the branches of a tree, its fur naturally curled and its head sprouting patch after patch of black crystals, which grew upwards in irregular clusters into a strange crown.

　　At the sight of this black baboon, Klein and Alger had the simultaneous impulse to lower their heads, as if they dared not look directly at each other, only to feel that it was the lord of this forest, their lord.

　　Lord …… Alger relied on the “spirit whip” ring to bring a severe headache, free from the impact, busy to the left side of the step, trying to get out of the front, leaving this unknown species of transcendent creatures to Germaine Sparrow.

　　This was their previous agreement.

　　However, he had clearly taken a step to the left, but ended up walking forward, and was limping on his legs, as if he suddenly needed a cane.

　　Subconsciously, Alger drew out his short blade and let a piece of sharp wind blade whoosh and run towards that black curly-haired baboon.

　　Just at this time, that baboon grinned.

　　The wind blades in mid-air suddenly changed direction, either veering to the left, floating to the right, floating upwards, or sinking downwards, perfectly avoiding their target.

　　Seeing this scene, Klein gave up his plan to approach by normal means, and his left palm glove became transparent all of a sudden, and his body became invisible with it.

　　Alger stopped acting in response and saw the figure of Germaine Sparrow in a half-height silk bowler hat float steeply behind the black curly-haired baboon, less than five meters away.

　　Immediately afterward, the black curly-haired baboon’s body stiffened, as if it had lost most of its control, and it even raised its palms with difficulty, half digging into its eyes and half trying to twist something.

　　And Germaine Sparrow had taken advantage of its sluggishness to raise the iron-black revolver he held in his right hand, and aim the deep, dark muzzle at its head.

　　Then, with little expression, the mad adventurer pulled the trigger.

　　Footnote 1: Excerpt from Tennyson’s “Punch, Punch, Punch