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Chapter 213: Learning to sing and singing, stepping into the door

Chapter 213: Learning to sing and singing, stepping into the door
In the dim corridor, Shi Weitian and a team of about ten brave men searched the rooms one by one, trying to find the passage leading to that special room.

Millie Tang was walking in the second row of the team. She was discussing the future tactical arrangements with Roselis beside her. Now they were the only two people in the team who were still able to move and proficient in forbidden spells.

Going close to the stone box again this time would be like walking into someone else's trap. Characters like Carol and Lin Brown are easy to be tricked. They are good at charging into battle, but if you really expect them to solve the problem... Millie Tang doesn't dare to put her bet on them.

So in this formation, Millie Tang still put Lin Bei and Haverson at the front, with herself and Roselis following behind them.

Carol was responsible for protecting the members of the Brave Team. Although Milly Tang had arranged for everyone to temporarily put their heavy luggage in the room in order to deal with the difficult situation later, carrying so many wounded people still affected the team's speed.

Thinking of this, Millie Tang glanced viciously at Liu Yonglu who was at the end of the team.

In the past, Millie Tang didn't care about this group of people, and it was more convenient for her to do things alone. But since she became Liu Yonglu's partner, she can no longer find her previous style of doing things.

She arranged Liu Yonglu to be the last one, on the one hand to keep an eye on the fat man Shani. This man might be useful but he was also a time bomb. The best way to deal with him was to put him at the end. If she could solve the problem, everyone would be happy. If something unexpected happened, he and Liu Yonglu would be the last surprise troops.

Finally, after searching for an hour, Lin Brown pushed open the door of the women's bathroom on the fourth floor. There was no washbasin and cubicle at the door, but an empty public bathroom.

At this moment, the edge of the disordered dream was on the verge of collapse. What was hung on the gray wall tiles was no longer a mirror but a row of iron fences painted white. The railings of the fences were as thick as fingers, and the white paint on them had fallen off slightly, revealing the rusty iron bars inside.

The stone stools and sink that were supposed to be under the glass were replaced by the white tile slaughtering table found only in slaughterhouses. The white tiles were spotless, and several meat hooks hung from the ceiling directly above.

Liu Yonglu was walking at the end. He was a little uncomfortable with this. When he was a kid and watched horror movies, the unlucky guy at the end of the team would disappear while several people were walking. So he had to chat with the fat guy next to him while walking, trying to find something to talk about to comfort himself.

"Master, then, is there any difference between learning and singing?"

"Hey, you've really hit the nail on the head. In our field, singing specifically refers to the lyrics of Taiping. As for learning, that means learning Peking opera or a pendant. That counts as learning."

"What are the lyrics of Taiping?"

"This... refers to a spell that is used to contact gods. It requires a vivid and eloquent narration. If you see a god in water, you have to sing the words of water. If you see a god in fire, you have to sing the words of fire. This thing is very complicated. It requires you to catch people's attention and make a first impression. Whether you can win... the reward from the gods depends on this little bit of food in your stomach."

"Oh……"

The fat man nodded repeatedly. It really made sense. When you perform a mass ceremony to summon different gods, the sacrificial incantations must be different. If you use the same word for all of them, it will be a mess. At best, communication will be ineffective, and at worst, you may die on the spot.

As for the second half of the sentence, it makes even more sense. No one summons gods just for fun. Everyone has his own little thoughts, either longing for profound ancient knowledge or satisfying some worldly desires. This may be what the master calls "asking for reward money."

But this mass requires performance, which is too difficult. With my current level of attainment, I’m afraid I can’t do it as well as my master.

"Master, singing is too difficult. Let me start by learning it."

"Of course. There are only a group of old masters who specialize in this craft. You can learn it. If you study it thoroughly, you won't starve to death."

"So where do I start?"

"You..." Liu Yonglu was really stumped by the question. When he was a child, he learned Peking Opera and Hebei Bangzi by listening to semiconductors and watching TV. At worst, he could find a tape to listen to, but he couldn't find these things in this place.

"You, learn from me. I can't say how authentic my voice is, but it's at least 30% similar to yours."

"I am good at this and I like it. From today on, I will learn from you, Master."

As they were talking in nonsense, the wounded members of the Brave Squad who were being dragged on stretchers listened and thought to themselves that what Captain Ricky was saying was nonsense. Among the five captains, Captain Carol was the most rational. This Ricky was probably on the verge of going crazy.

Everyone passed the bathroom without any trouble and walked smoothly along the corridor into the reservoir. At this time, the bodies of the sons of Aihot were lying on the ground. These spider-like monsters were lying on their backs with their stomachs turned upside down, and their little claws were curled up.

Their lives had long been harvested in their dreams, becoming food for the worms' madness and greed.

Lin Brown still walked in the front, looking nonchalant and careless, but in fact all the muscles in his body were tense, and his hands under his windbreaker were clenched tightly with weapons.

Just at this moment, several figures jumped out of the reservoir. In the dim light, it could be seen that they were half-human, half-fish monsters with dark green skin, webbed hands and feet, and their mouths were open to an unimaginable extent, revealing layers of fangs.

If it weren't for the intelligence analyzed yesterday, both teams would have suffered a heavy loss here today. But now they are prepared, and although the situation is tense, no one is panicking.

Just as the disgusting monsters jumped into the air, two of them were shot, and their bodies were blasted back to the surface of the water like torn sacks.

At the same time, the water was not calm either. Two shadows grew larger and larger, and this time their target was Lin Brown's calf.

The underwater monsters have almost degenerated human features. Their heads are convex and spindle-shaped, with nostrils at the front and mouths facing downwards, just like sharks. The only difference is that they have short and thick tumors like sea anemones growing around their mouths, which swing up and down as if searching for living things.

"Hybrid fishman!"

Not only Lin Brown, but everyone else was also prepared. As soon as the mixed-blood fishman emerged from the water, he was hit by Haversson's holy spear. The holy spear, accompanied by the prayers of the Holy Maiden, pierced deeply into the fishman's back.

The fishman's originally strong body began to swell irregularly, as if being pulled by some force. After a struggle, a pool of dirty blood appeared on the calm water surface.

"Ricky, what should we do...are we going to leave or not?"

The battle ended quickly, and Carol was a little unsure. Going forward through the wall would be the mysterious space that Richie mentioned. Although he also knew that this was the only way to resolve the special incident of 1408 and return to the containment department.

But looking at the pool full of blood, he took a deep breath, not because he was afraid, but because of the natural human tendency to avoid the unknown horror.

Liu Yonglu didn't say anything, just handed over a cigarette and patted Carol on the shoulder.

Everyone, it’s already the third day of the holiday. Haha, I wonder how you guys rested?

The Confinement Department chapter is about to reach its final climax. If you want to know what happens next, please watch me explain it slowly.

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(End of this chapter)

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