I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 703 A Cheerful Song

Standing in the hazy red light, Mo Ling finally understood why the red-clothed man's "diet" was completely different from that of a normal person. He also finally understood why he was sometimes crazy and sometimes normal.

He always has a certain obsession that he cannot abandon, some things that must be accomplished.

The icy red snowflakes fell again. Mo Ling's hand froze in mid-air. He looked at the swaying red light, feeling a little at a loss.

"So, you are not human..."

The man in red was created by red light.

They can be said to be the "descendants" of the team leader, or they can be said to be the inheritance of his will, carrying the obsession that the team leader has not yet fulfilled.

Therefore, the man in red attached so much importance to the metal wreckage left behind by the leader and cared so much about the safety of the sheep-headed man.

"But what about that photo? Why is there a figure in red on it?"

Mo Ling thought about it and could only guess that it was also a fake thing created by the red light.

"Ugh……"

Mo Ling sighed in his heart, feeling helpless.

"What is real and what is fake?"

This city is filled with blurry red lights. It's too dreamy and too unreal...

Even the first "human" he met after coming to this city was not a real human. Under this red night sky, Mo Ling actually felt a little dazed.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in the swaying human-shaped ball of light, wanting to see if the man in red could return to normal. However, the ball of light remained unable to condense, as if the man in red had completely disappeared.

The music in the dance floor was still playing softly, as if the party had not ended yet, but the place was already in a mess. The creatures that were originally dancing were either fleeing or dying, or wandering around the dance floor in a daze, as if they had lost their purpose.

"It seems... nothing happened?"

Mo Ling stood on the roof and watched for a long time.

The figures in the distance dispersed one by one, and it seemed that everything was over.

However, Mo Ling had a strange feeling in his heart.

"Something is brewing..."

The music, which was becoming increasingly quiet, did not seem to be a sign of an end, but rather a temporary low point, like the calm before a storm or the depression before a volcanic eruption.

There was a scent of an impending rainstorm floating in the air. From time to time, the red snowflakes were blown up by some strange "air pressure", spinning wildly in the air and not falling for a long time.

Even the human-shaped red light in front of Mo Ling began to become restless.

Mo Ling could see that the light spots in its body were shaking constantly as if they were struggling.

The chanting in the music became extremely obvious after the accompaniment faded away.

It sounded like someone was complaining in a low voice, or like the whispering sounds of conversation coming from the depths of the darkness.

Mo Ling stood up straight and listened carefully to the chanting that was becoming more and more obvious.

He always felt that the chanting seemed to be becoming more and more familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Strange, familiar, strange, familiar...

The feeling that the sound brought to Mo Ling was changing repeatedly, and finally it was completely fixed on a stable sound track.

He finally heard it clearly! That was not the sound of chanting! "Mee-mee... mee-mee-mee... mee-mee-mee..."

That's the sound of sheep!
How could it be the sound of a sheep?
Mo Ling was a little unsure, but once he realized it was the cry of a sheep, he could no longer identify it as any other sound.

The feeling in his heart seemed to be completely fixed.

The voice never changed, but the feeling it gave him was always changing.

At first I thought it was the sound of chanting, then I thought it was the sound of conversation, and finally it turned into the sound of sheep bleating...

"The goat-headed man is not dead yet? Where is he?"

Mo Ling glanced around the entire dance floor and then looked towards the top of the mountain, but did not see any trace of the goat-headed man. However, the sound of the sheep kept echoing, completely covering up the original music.

Meow-meow-meow-meow

The goat-headed man seemed to be humming a song somewhere that Mo Ling couldn't see. It was a strange song without any sense of rhythm. It could be said to be very unpleasant to the ear, but the goat-headed man sang it very happily.

Just like the countless sheep on the grassland, nibbling on the grass and humming happy songs, Mo Ling could even feel the joy.

Gradually, the music that had originally died down became lively again.

The bleating sounds replaced all the instruments and all the lyrics, forming a symphony of the sheep.

The light spots in the dance floor began to sway again, but this time they swayed along with the bleating of the sheep. It seemed that the bleating sound had become the dominant force in the entire dance floor, controlling all the red lights.

“Mee-mee-mee…”

Following the cheerful bleating of the sheep, the remaining creatures in the dance floor began to dance again. Their dance was even more crazy than before, and they even twisted their bodies into strange postures.

Those creatures immersed in the sound of sheep seemed to regard themselves as blades of grass swaying in the wind, swaying back and forth on the dance floor.

Hearing the music playing again, those figures who had left came back, and they seemed very surprised at the current situation.

They all hid on the roofs around the dance floor, however, the red light in the dance floor didn't seem to want to let them go.

Following the bleating of a sheep, a breeze blew across the grassland.

The spots of light were like rolled-up grass leaves, sweeping towards the figures on the roof.

Seeing this, they hurriedly tried to hide, but the bleating sound appeared again, and a chain full of red light suddenly stretched out from the gathered light spots, binding all the fleeing figures, and with a strong pull, they all fell from the roof into the dance floor.

They just stood up and tried to leave in a hurry, but their bodies began to sway unconsciously and they started dancing to the bleating song.

The strangely shaped body was forcibly twisted together into the shape of grass, and then began to sway with the wind on the grassland.

Click!

How could these stiff bodies easily imitate soft grass? They screamed and swayed uncontrollably until all the bones in their bodies were crushed into pieces and their entire bodies became soft, completely becoming a qualified "grass".

"Bah!"

As the grass on the grassland grew more and more, the song seemed to become more cheerful.

The wind changed directions many times, making the grass sway left and right, and then spin on the dance floor.

The twisted flesh and blood squeezed out blood, which was sprinkled on the red prairie, making the soil of the prairie more fertile. The whistling wind blew, bringing the breath of life. The red spots of light gathered into a warm sun, shining on the lush grass.

A lively scene...

(End of this chapter)