"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In the dark and colorful forest cemetery, the voices of clay people kept ringing, adding a hint of weirdness to this place.

The crew members with very nervous expressions spontaneously formed a ball and pointed their guns at the surrounding woods. They all felt something bad happened.

"What is this guy doing? Are these trees all rope people become?"

Just as Charles was thinking about where the other person was talking, the abnormal movement deep in the forest attracted his attention.

First, a linen-brown rope hung down from a branch and swayed slightly to the left and right with inertia.

This is just the beginning. The ropes under the roots, the ropes under the leaves, and the ropes in the forest are increasing. Whenever the crew's vision changes, these ropes will be one minute closer to the crew.

Soon these ropes gathered into human form, and came silently and depressedly in Charles from all directions,

It turns out that what the clay man just said was these rope men, they were surrounded!

The crew members never thought that these rope men would even use a human to ambush them.

Seeing this scene, Charles's face was extremely ferocious. He suddenly kicked the clay man away, took out his revolver and prepared to kill the guy who took them into the trap.

But the rope man was one step faster than Charles and appeared in front of the clay man to block the bullet.

"Lily, hurry up and let your mice stare at these rope men, let's break out first!" Charles tried to solve this dilemma with the old method.

At this moment, Charles suddenly heard a strange sound coming from behind.

He turned his head suddenly and was shocked to find hundreds of ropes that emerged from the soil, which tied the mice's heads tightly. The rope people had very high intelligence, and they could actually counter Charles' methods.

Charles was about to rush up to rescue the mouse, and seven or eight ropes were wrapped around his body from his armpits, and the ropeman in the forest had already surrounded him.

"Fuck!" The white arc kept beating on Charles' body, and he couldn't sit and wait for death.

At this critical moment, Tuba suddenly closed his eyes and shouted at Charles: "I can hear their voices, they want us to stop moving!"

"Let's not move? Stop in place and let them strangle them to death?" Charles' transparent tentacles stretched out from behind and pushed them behind him. The ropers were pushed away directly.

The white arc was thrown on the rope man like a long whip, but the attack effect was not ideal. These things did not react except for a little white smoke coming out of their bodies. The rope man was like an insulator, and was still gathering towards Charles in that strange way of action.

Charles' translucent tentacles kept flying in the air, constantly pulling the ropeman close to him out.

"Give me the bombs! I'll stop them, and you can rescue all the mice! The eyes of the mice are the key to our escape!"

The crew rushed to the next to the mouse and kept cutting the rope that wrapped the mouse with a dagger. The rope was very tough and not so easy to cut.

Feuerbach took out a few iron bombs, Dipp took out a fire color and wiped it on his scales, ignited the lead and quickly handed it to Charles's hand.

"Shit~" The leads with sparks got shorter and shorter, Charles held the bomb with his tentacles but did not throw it over, and he was waiting for the explosion a second.

The atmosphere became more and more depressing. Charles could not hear anything in his ears at this moment. He could only hear his heartbeat faster and faster.

At this critical moment, Charles found that the group of rope men in front of him had moved in the sight of others for the first time, and they rushed up like a big net.

No one expected this sudden move that only a few Charles were not covered, and most of the crew members of the Narwhal were tightly confiscated and could not move at all.

Charles had no choice but to quickly eliminate all the bombs. If this exploded, they would have to finish the ropes themselves.

Just when Charles thought the roper would strangle him directly, the other party did not take the next move, as if their goal this time was to entangle.

"Captain, look."

Charles pointed to Linda and found that the clay man's body was also stiff on the ground, like a puppet.

Charles didn't know what happened, but no matter what happened, the most important thing he now is to escape from this place.

Charles took out the black blade and was about to rush forward when a sharp music suddenly exploded from their left.

Whether it was not entangled by the roper or the roper, everyone subconsciously looked towards the sound, but found that there was nothing but those colorful trees there.

Suddenly, Charles felt something was staring at him. This was not the gaze of one person and two, but the gaze of hundreds of people.

"Invisible?" An idea flashed through Charles' mind.

The messy tones grew higher and higher, forming a crazy bass-like tune, which approached them at an extremely fast speed while pulling.

The engineer, who also escaped from the control of the rope man next to him, subconsciously took a small step back. In an instant, the singing in the air instantly became as harsh as a fingernail scraping a blackboard.

"Puchi, puchi." Under everyone's shock and gaze, a living person was broken into more than a dozen pieces by invisible things, and the soil on the ground was instantly dyed red by scarlet blood.

The singing surrounds everyone's ears, and everyone feels that there are hundreds of eyes staring at them, but there is nothing around.

At this moment, everyone froze, just like the rope man he used to be.

Charles' eyes slowly looked at the singing, but could not see anything.

Charles' heart moved, and one of his transparent tentacles stretched out from his left arm and waved hard towards the loudest part of the singing.

Tentacles hit a hole, and he felt nothing, there was nothing there.

The next second, before Charles could react, his outstretched tentacles had been cut into several sections by the singing.

The break of the tentacle made Charles feel the severe pain of the broken limb again.

A drop of cold sweat slid down the scars on his face, and Charles endured the pain and did not dare to move at all.

A few minutes passed, and the harsh singing slowly slowed down, and it seemed more calm and calmer, and slowly they disappeared.

When Charles felt the eyes of him completely disappear and did not move, he used his eyes to signal others not to move. No one knew whether the other party would come back.

At this stalemate, Charles suddenly realized why there were no living creatures on this island except for ropemen.
Chapter completed!