Chapter 76 (Seventy-six) Singing
If you don't have the courage, you will die here soon? After hearing such words, Yan Moying felt that it might not be credible, but what he touched and smelled just now told him that this possibility existed. If you don't take the initiative to find a way out at this time, who can you wait for? No matter what, we have to move forward. Now that we have reached this point, there may be changes as we move forward, and with changes there will be new hope. Yan Moying walked forward with great vigilance.
"ah--"
A sharp hiss pierced Yan Moying's ears. The sound was loud, and it was even more frightening because of its sudden appearance.
"What's the matter?" Yan Moying asked subconsciously.
The sharp hiss suddenly disappeared, and even the laughter and groans just now disappeared, leaving behind an even more terrifying silence after the whine.
There was no light, no sound, no external objects that could give him courage and energy, no one who could help him, just boundless darkness and deathly silence. But he has faith. There may still be no way out, but if he just sits there and waits, even if there is a way forward, there will be no way out. Moving forward may be the only way out. He didn't think too much, just moving forward was enough. Although he was prepared for the worst, there was still an undercurrent flowing deep in his heart, flowing toward light and life, so he strode forward in the darkness and began to sing loudly. If he can live, he will walk out happily. Even if he dies, he will die in a song full of courage and life opportunities, in the prosperity of life that is inspired by a person's extreme loneliness, like gongs and drums. Die gorgeously!
His steps became bigger and louder, like drums accompanying his singing. His heart gradually became noisy and boiling, and this powerful force made him fearless.
Then, the scene was really prosperous - a raging fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and in the burning flames, countless demons were holding weapons and staring at him eagerly. Their faces were ferocious, their bodies were mixed with blood and soil, and they were muttering " Rush over” and “kill him”.
After experiencing the deathly silence just now, Yan Moying was no longer afraid of such a scene. He drew out the sword and dagger he was wearing, holding the dagger in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, preparing for battle with all his strength.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Yan Moying asked.
No one answered at all, and it seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable. Unable to communicate, even asking why is in vain.
"Go!" A shout came out of nowhere, and the demons rushed over in unison, slashing at Yan Moying with their big knives.
Fight out and it will be a different world! Yan Moying told himself this, even though he knew that even if he fought out, there might not be life ahead.
In any case, it is no longer as dead as before. Looking at the green-faced and fanged demons charging towards him one by one, Yan Moying felt as if his loneliness had been dismissed.
"Haha..." Yan Moying laughed and laughed out loud - there are always some inexplicable vendettas in this world. He clearly didn't provoke anyone, but this scene appeared in front of him. No questions asked, no explanations, just attacks at the first sign. What he was laughing at was not his own experience this time, but all the unexplained vendettas he thought of in the world that had not even been communicated with since ancient times were wiped out by his smile. (End of chapter)