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what happened? !

Your mind goes blank and you have an absurd illusion that the world has been turned upside down.

No, this world should still be rational, there must be some reason.you think.

But is the world really made of rationality?

Yan Li and Brother Hei came to you at some point.Brother Hei tilted his head slightly: "What did you sing just now?"

Changmao is happy: "Old Hei, you have no childhood! Yan Dingdang, come, come, sing together~"

Yan Li: "No way!"

Long Hair: "Hate, good or bad~"

Apparently, as the longhair stopped singing, the tremor stopped again.

You suddenly thought: "Long... No, old iron, is the song you sang just now a common song in your world? The breakfast scene you mentioned is very common?"

Changmao: "That's right, Xueba, don't you know?"

Of course, because you are not from their world.

But this sentence makes you understand instantly.

The condition for triggering the memory is the emotional object, or the emotion itself.

Just now in the ground, your heart is filled with warmth, like a stone dropped into still water, causing ripples.

Although Shaggy's song is messy and frankly ugly, it is full of memories.

The people buried in the ground, like Huang Zhui and the others, are failed players, coming from the same world as Chang Mao and others.

For them, these are childhood memories and warm daily life, extremely ordinary, but a tiny happiness that can never be touched in the game.

This made them resonate, the memory trembled the air, blowing the wind of the undead.

Having figured this out, you suddenly grabbed the long hair: "Keep singing, everything is fine!"

Yan Li and Chang Mao showed puzzled expressions at the same time: "Huh?"

You quickly explained, and then said: "Compared with words, singing is more powerful, it can evoke memory and shake the soul. The owner of the space here is also using singing to summon his own soul. What we are going to do now, It's the same principle."

He Rou said suddenly: "Hurry up, 'Father' is coming back."

"This time, he probably felt something, with stronger power..."

She didn't finish her sentence, and you heard it too.

The sound of sharp metal rubbing and hitting each other is a headache to hear.

The metal in the town... is it a bronze statue?

You instantly understand. "Father" sensed something was wrong and decided to deal with you immediately.But because he couldn't find a suitable body yet, and the black mist would be blown away by the wind of memory, he used the bodies of the bronze statues!

It is easier to defeat the visible than the invisible.Perhaps, the only chance to get out of this level is this time!

You pinch the long-haired face: "Sing!"

Long Mao: "Woo! Wait, do you really want me to sing? None of you can?"

You and Brother Hei looked at him with innocent eyes.

Long Mao gave up: "Okay, I know you don't have childhood anymore, but Yan Dingdang--"

Yan Li took a step back when Changmao looked at her: "Say it again, I refuse."

You faintly hear loud, slow, sure footsteps coming towards the forest.

You look up anxiously.I saw half of the sky covered by the forest, and half of a huge and smiling face appeared, with a mask-like disgusting smile.

"Father" is approaching you step by step.

The hard metallic luster and huge body give people the illusion of eternity and power.

The bronze statue seems to be immortal, but even if the sound is sealed, it will still exist in the form of wind, and the bronze statue will always rust one day!

At the same time, the long hair screamed, twisted its bound body, and slapped the ground:

"No! In this final battle, why should I hide behind everyone and sing! I want to fight together!"

Yan Li chuckled: "What's wrong, without you we wouldn't have any buffs to add, and isn't this kind of like a heroine in a game? Others fight in front and protect you together."

You have a headache and stop Yan Li from gloating: "Old Tie, I really need you now. It may be uncomfortable and dangerous to resonate with the undead, but there is no other way now."

Changmao was silent for a while: "Although it's a bit nonsense to say that, I hate being protected behind. Moreover, if this is the case, I don't even know when you will die."

Unexpectedly, it was this reason, and you were speechless for a while.

Brother Hei knelt down and looked at him.

"When you hear the fighting, you know we're alive."

If it stops, even if life is forced to continue by this game, it is almost equal to death.

"And we, when we are blown by the wind, will know that you are still alive."

Brother Hei untied the long-haired rope.Chang Mao didn't get up, but silently touched Brother Hei's forehead, and then looked at you in turn.

"To survive."

"Nonsense." Yan Li said. "The bad things that happened in the past will definitely not make a comeback."

Longhair smiled.

"Well, let's go."

When he was serious, there was a kind of gentleness in his smile.

Yan Li closed her eyes, turned around and left.

She weighed the black metal box that was probably dynamite, and said, "I'll trip his feet."

Shaggy began to sing.The lyrics are just as messy, but warm and dynamic.

He Rou melted into light spots and floated on you.

"You know, people who sing also have the risk of being assimilated."

"On this point, I believe him. After all, I've never seen him so selfish again."

You said, then trotted to catch up with Brother Hei, and called him:

"Melee combat is not good, but I can hide and interfere! After all, I am the master of a space!"

Brother Hei turned his head and seemed to be smiling.

Shaggy's song was carried on the wind, and this time it seemed to be a cheerful carol.

Your war has begun.

The author says:

The long-haired C debuted (not

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When writing these chapters, I thought of the poem in the movie Interstellar:

Don't go quietly into the night,

Even the late old man should be bloody and roaring;

Be wrathful, wrath resists the dying light.

Though the wise know at their deathbed that darkness is inevitable,

Because their words did not repel the lightning, they

Will not walk quietly into the long night.

The good, beside the last wave, call out its frail deeds,

What a dance in the green bay, how splendid it would have been,

Be wrathful, wrath resists the dying light.

Madman, catch and sing the flying sun,

It was too late to find out that it was a lament for the traveling it, they

Will not walk quietly into the long night.

The dead, before dying, see everything dimly,

And the blind eye still shines bright like a shooting star,

Be angry, be angry against the dying light!