Chapter: 1922
Klein was keenly aware that his vigilance and vigilance were melting irreversibly. No matter how much he emphasized or repeated in his mind, he could no longer tense up.
At this moment, he even wanted to lean towards the place where the wind chimes sounded, thinking that there were things he cherished and was very close to.
Because the distance was still relatively far, the wind chime sounded intermittently. Klein barely controlled himself, and looked sideways at Mr. Hanged Man.
Argel also lost the composure he should have. On his rough face, the eye sockets were slightly red, and he didn't know what he remembered or what kind of emotional state he was in.
I don't know what it would be like for Mister "The Hanged Man" to cry... That must be terrifying... Klein couldn't help thinking.
At this time, Alger said in a hoarse voice: "Leave it to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the lantern, and slightly turned the strange ring on his left thumb, making the spike-like protrusion stained with old blood more vivid.
This is his magical item "Spiritual Whip". The side effect is that he always has a headache when he wears it, and he can't wait to hit his head against the wall.
However, at this moment, this intense headache experience allowed Alger to stay basically awake under the sound of the wind chime, and not be truly hypnotized by the other party.
Sometimes, the side effects may not help the owner... Alger took out a wooden box from the hidden pocket of his clothes while sighing, and opened it with a snap.
There's a gray mouse in here!
Mr. "The Hanged Man" wants to use mice as bait to attract the attention of the psychedelic wind chime tree, and then take the opportunity to attack the opponent? That's right, well prepared, with a detailed plan in advance... As an experienced adventurer, Klein vaguely grasped the idea of ??"The Hanged Man" right away.
Alger mentioned the mouse and shook it, his expression suddenly became a little weird.
The gray mouse couldn't move. Has lost breath and body temperature, can no longer bear the responsibility of bait!
During the encounter with the demigod-level Feathered Serpent just now, although Alger was on the verge of the opponent's gaze and quickly left, the impact was not too great and he recovered relatively easily, but the gray mouse he carried with him It's just an ordinary species, without such strong vitality and physique. It is hard to escape if it is affected by a little bit. It can't support it on the spot and becomes a corpse.
Dead... Dead... Mr. "The Hanged Man" should understand a truth by now, the plan often does not change quickly... His luck is really bad... Seeing this scene, the corner of Klein's mouth slightly moved Move, want to laugh but dare not laugh out loud, afraid of breaking the character set.
Similar situations are rare in the "hanged man" who is experienced and meticulous.
Alger quickly restrained his expression, and carried the dead gray mouse forward, while Klein bent down and reached out, picked up the lantern, and followed behind him at a leisurely pace.
The sound of the wind chime is getting clearer and clearer, and it has the power to make people quiet and want to run directly.
After walking a few more steps, Klein finally saw the strange tree.
On its brown-green torso, there are one after another slender cracks, and each crack is dark and deep, and it seems to have different eyes.
On the stretched branches, iron-gray things like wind chimes hang down one after another. They will shake by themselves and make pleasant sounds. In the center of the branch closest to the trunk and at the top, there is a fist-sized one with no Coloured, translucent fruits bear.
Alger stared there, pressed his Adam's apple, and said to Gehrman Sparrow in a deep voice: "You'd better plug your ears and restrain your spirituality."
Hearing the words of "The Hanged Man", Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had a bad premonition. He didn't bother to set up any characters. He put down the lantern, took out two pieces of post-it notes 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, feeling in his heart that cooperating with an experienced guy 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 of it step by step. Its movements were normal, its eyes were dull, and there was 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. JrNovels.com
At this moment, he even wanted to lean towards the place where the wind chimes sounded, thinking that there were things he cherished and was very close to.
Because the distance was still relatively far, the wind chime sounded intermittently. Klein barely controlled himself, and looked sideways at Mr. Hanged Man.
Argel also lost the composure he should have. On his rough face, the eye sockets were slightly red, and he didn't know what he remembered or what kind of emotional state he was in.
I don't know what it would be like for Mister "The Hanged Man" to cry... That must be terrifying... Klein couldn't help thinking.
At this time, Alger said in a hoarse voice: "Leave it to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the lantern, and slightly turned the strange ring on his left thumb, making the spike-like protrusion stained with old blood more vivid.
This is his magical item "Spiritual Whip". The side effect is that he always has a headache when he wears it, and he can't wait to hit his head against the wall.
However, at this moment, this intense headache experience allowed Alger to stay basically awake under the sound of the wind chime, and not be truly hypnotized by the other party.
Sometimes, the side effects may not help the owner... Alger took out a wooden box from the hidden pocket of his clothes while sighing, and opened it with a snap.
There's a gray mouse in here!
Mr. "The Hanged Man" wants to use mice as bait to attract the attention of the psychedelic wind chime tree, and then take the opportunity to attack the opponent? That's right, well prepared, with a detailed plan in advance... As an experienced adventurer, Klein vaguely grasped the idea of ??"The Hanged Man" right away.
Alger mentioned the mouse and shook it, his expression suddenly became a little weird.
The gray mouse couldn't move. Has lost breath and body temperature, can no longer bear the responsibility of bait!
During the encounter with the demigod-level Feathered Serpent just now, although Alger was on the verge of the opponent's gaze and quickly left, the impact was not too great and he recovered relatively easily, but the gray mouse he carried with him It's just an ordinary species, without such strong vitality and physique. It is hard to escape if it is affected by a little bit. It can't support it on the spot and becomes a corpse.
Dead... Dead... Mr. "The Hanged Man" should understand a truth by now, the plan often does not change quickly... His luck is really bad... Seeing this scene, the corner of Klein's mouth slightly moved Move, want to laugh but dare not laugh out loud, afraid of breaking the character set.
Similar situations are rare in the "hanged man" who is experienced and meticulous.
Alger quickly restrained his expression, and carried the dead gray mouse forward, while Klein bent down and reached out, picked up the lantern, and followed behind him at a leisurely pace.
The sound of the wind chime is getting clearer and clearer, and it has the power to make people quiet and want to run directly.
After walking a few more steps, Klein finally saw the strange tree.
On its brown-green torso, there are one after another slender cracks, and each crack is dark and deep, and it seems to have different eyes.
On the stretched branches, iron-gray things like wind chimes hang down one after another. They will shake by themselves and make pleasant sounds. In the center of the branch closest to the trunk and at the top, there is a fist-sized one with no Coloured, translucent fruits bear.
Alger stared there, pressed his Adam's apple, and said to Gehrman Sparrow in a deep voice: "You'd better plug your ears and restrain your spirituality."
Hearing the words of "The Hanged Man", Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had a bad premonition. He didn't bother to set up any characters. He put down the lantern, took out two pieces of post-it notes 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, feeling in his heart that cooperating with an experienced guy 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 of it step by step. Its movements were normal, its eyes were dull, and there was 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. JrNovels.com
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