I really don't want to be lucky

Chapter 212 211. Agreeing on Shouting and Shaking Frequency

"Come on, come on."

"Don't rush, don't rush"

Leng Zideng has said this answer three times.

"I really believed in your ghosts, so I came to this event."

Hulan beat the weeds on the ground with his sword in boredom.

The red umbrella on Leng Zideng's back kept flickering.

"Hey, your umbrella looks like it's going to catch fire."

Duojin reminded him friendly.

"It's okay, it just feels unwilling to see the sword being treated like this.

The red umbrella is a weapon, and the sword is also a weapon. Even if one has a spirit and the other has no spirit, there will be a feeling of sympathy. "

Duojin's complexion suddenly turned cold.

"So you still look down on man-made things at all, don't you?
Even if a robot like me has the same thinking and abilities as you, you still look down on us in your bones. "

"If you have to tell a hurtful truth, you're right."

Leng Zideng was silent for a while, then smiled easily:
"Sorry if I offended you."

"It's okay, I'm glad you told me the bloody truth."

Do-jin thanks, but his face is still sullen.

"Oh hehe, it seems that some people are very unhappy, but I am very happy! Hahahaha."

Hulan laughed mischievously, and got two sword-like eyes.

"Fortunately, I didn't see any weeds with repeated cutting marks along the way, otherwise I would ask you to show us that there is no evidence that ghosts hit the wall."

To cut grass with a sword, it is disrespectful to the sword for other swordsmen.

But Hulan did just that, without any guilt.

"arrive."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Leng Zideng finally stopped under a big withered tree.

The strange thing is that the vegetation is sparse here, but there are dense ants crawling on this dead tree.

The branches of the withered tree were kinked together, looking horrible and ugly. Several large holes in the trunk coincidentally formed the image of a drowned person desperately thirsting for air before death.

The other trees are not tall, but they also grow straight.

Only this dead tree was weirdly undeserving.

"Where is Yang Dayan's lair? Where is it?"

Duojin looked around, but didn't take the tree seriously.

"Old Leng, are you dazzled? Do you want me to check it for you? The kind that doesn't charge money."

"You two don't need to look at anything else, the path to the lair is here."

Leng Zideng said to the two with a smile.

Now even Hulan frowned fiercely, feeling like she was listening to the Arabian Nights.

"Don't underestimate this tree, it is a short-distance space transmission device abandoned by the predecessors.

Yang Dadan was smart enough to keep a senior engineer when he slaughtered his family.

When the Yang family fled all the way here, the engineer discovered this space device and repaired it. "

"Oh, my person has become the lover of Yang's senior engineer, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten this information."

"Sorry, I slipped my tongue."

Leng Zideng smiled as if he thought he had told a cold joke.

He actually took out a glass jar from the space bag, which contained a thick and sweet golden liquid.

"This is honey? Lao Leng, are you hungry?"

Duojin sniffled, smelling the sweet smell and said uncertainly.

"Yes, you two stand holding on to the tree. It may feel a little uncomfortable for a while, but you must not move your hands away."

"What are you doing!"

"I'm not going, you two go."

Hulan didn't know what was associated with the honey and the tree, her face changed suddenly, and she took two steps back in resistance.

"Don't think about leaving, you and I are both shouldering the mission of the Leng family."

Leng Zideng hit someone's deathbed with a single sentence.

"you are vicious!"

Hulan, who was walking away, turned around and came back again. He gritted his teeth and insisted not to hit anyone. It was great.

Duo Jin, who had been watching the show, sighed:
"I finally believe that there is a gap between the two of you. This expression and acting skills can definitely get an S card."

The expressions of both of them froze for a moment, Leng Zideng first recovered and smiled:

"Come on, take your places."

Duojin was quite curious, and obediently pressed his palm against the withered tree trunk, and he bounced off any ants crawling over.

"Don't play the ants, it works."

Leng Zideng walked over holding a jar of honey.

Duojin's heart tightened a little, and then he watched the honey jar being opened.

The sticky and fragrant honey poured on his arm that was in contact with the tree trunk, and instantly many ants crawled over smelling the fragrance.

"Just let the ants crawl, and when you are bitten to death, you will make a sound of a specific frequency, which is the key for us to activate the abandoned space device."

Leng Zideng explained with a smile, but it was hard not to have malicious associations.

Duojin suddenly realized, but his face was relaxed:

"It's okay, isn't it just being crawled by ants? I'm a robot, and I can turn off my five senses."

"This is exactly what I want to remind you. Please try your best to simulate human feelings, otherwise you won't be able to call out that frequency."

Leng Zideng was pouring honey for Hulan, and Hulan was delighted when he saw Duojin's confused look.

"Don't be so ruthless, right? Isn't it just the sound frequency? You tell me what it looks like, and I will simulate it for you every minute."

Duojin roared to the sky and tried to struggle.

Leng Zideng shook his head solemnly:

"The characteristic of this sound frequency is that it cannot be described or remembered."

"Otherwise, why would Yang Dadan choose this place as his lair? After all, we still need to increase the safety factor, right?"

Leng Zideng paused again:
"So just accept your fate."

Hulan knew that it was impossible to escape this hurdle, so she grinned and told a cold joke:

"Let the storm come more violently! Ah! Hey~"

The sourness of being bitten by ants is unbearable for most people, let alone forcing oneself not to move.

"Why do you need three people? Can't one person suffer this?"

"The size of the frequency determines the size of the hole. To be on the safe side, of course the three of us suffer together."

Leng Zideng also supported the dead tree, and then poured honey on his arm without changing his face.

He even turned his arm deliberately to make the honey more even.

The ants gnawed on the arm, and even a tough guy couldn't help but speak.

But Leng Zideng was profusely sweating profusely, his veins burst out, and it took him 5 minutes to cry out for pain.

The three people cried out pain one after another to form a specific frequency.

All the birds in the forest were startled away by them, and the three of them swayed unnaturally.

With the sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves at the same frequency as the trembling frequency, the mouth of the drowned man's face on the dead tree gradually grew bigger, starting from the top of their heads, as if preparing to devour them directly.

"I'm going to come with you next time, I'm a fool!"

Hulan twisted her body in embarrassment.

The feeling of dizziness came, and there were countless magnified ants crawling in Duojin's eyes.

They were covered with golden honey, and then burrowed into the white cake, and were eaten by Duojin in one bite.

After eating the white cake, Duojin felt a pain in his stomach like a needle prick, and he almost fainted.

But a chill rose from the soles of his feet, which brought back some of Duojin's sanity and made him feel down-to-earth.

There is a faint voice coming from the ear:

[The space equipment is finished, looking forward to your next use, please give five-star praise if you are satisfied]

(End of this chapter)