Chapter 76 Singing If you don't have the courage, you will die here soon? After hearing this, Yan Moying didn't think it was credible, but what he touched and smelled just now told him that this possibility existed. If he didn't take the initiative to find a way out at this time, who could he wait for? No matter what, he had to move forward. Since he had come to this point, moving forward might bring changes, and changes would bring new hope. Yan Moying walked forward with extreme vigilance. "what--" A sharp scream pierced Yan Moying's ears. The sound was so loud and terrifying because it appeared suddenly. "What's the matter?" Yan Moying asked subconsciously. The sharp hissing sound suddenly disappeared, and the laughter and groans just now disappeared together, leaving behind the even more terrifying silence after the wailing. There was no light, no sound, no external objects that could give him courage and energy, no one who could help him, only endless darkness and deathly silence. But he had faith. He might still not see a way out if he moved forward, but if he sat and waited for death, even if there was a way out, it would become nothing. Moving forward might 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 in his heart, flowing towards light and vitality, so he strode forward in the darkness and began to sing. If he could live, he would go out happily. Even if he died, he would die in a song full of courage and life opportunities, in the prosperity of life like gongs and drums inspired by a person's extreme loneliness, and die brilliantly! His steps became bigger and bigger, more and more sonorous and powerful, like the drumbeats accompanying his singing. His heart gradually became noisy and boiling, and this powerful force made him fearless. Then, the scene before his eyes was truly prosperous - a raging fire suddenly broke out in front of him, and in the burning flames, countless evil monsters holding weapons stared at him hungrily, their faces were hideous, their bodies were covered with blood and dirt, and they kept muttering "rush over" and "kill him". After the dead silence just now, Yan Moying was not afraid of such a scene at all. He drew out his sword and dagger, holding the dagger in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and prepared for battle with all his strength.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Yan Moying asked. No one answered, and it seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable. There was no way to communicate, so it was futile to ask why. "Go!" A loud shout came from nowhere, and those evil demons rushed over in unison, slashing at Yan Moying with the big swords in their hands. Fight your way out, and you will find a new world! Yan Moying told himself this, even though he knew that even if he fought his way out, there might not be a chance of survival ahead. Regardless, it was no longer as dead silent as before. Looking at the green-faced, fang-toothed evil monsters charging at him, Yan Moying felt as if his loneliness had been dispelled. "Hehe..." Yan Moying laughed out loud - there are always some inexplicable vendettas in this world. He clearly did not provoke anyone, but this scene appeared in front of him. He did not ask, did not explain, and attacked right away. He was not laughing at his own experience this time. He thought of all the inexplicable vendettas in the world since ancient times that had no communication, and he laughed at them all. (End of this chapter)