"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!"
In the dim and colorful forest cemetery, the sound of the clay man continued to ring, adding a touch of weirdness to the place.
The crew members, with extremely nervous expressions, spontaneously gathered together and pointed their guns at the surrounding woods. They all felt that something bad was going to happen.
"What is this guy doing? Are these trees made of rope men?"
Just as Charles was wondering where the other person's "much" came from, the unusual movement deep in the forest caught his attention.
First, a flax brown rope hung down from a branch, swaying slightly from side to side due to inertia.
This was just the beginning. There were ropes under the roots of trees, ropes under the leaves, and more and more ropes in the forest. Every time the crew's vision changed, these ropes would move closer to the crew.
Soon the ropes gathered into a human shape, silently and oppressively rushing towards Charles from all directions.
It turns out that the "umm" that the clay man just mentioned was actually these rope men. They were surrounded!
The crew members could never have imagined that these rope men would actually use a human to ambush them.
Charles' face became extremely ferocious when he saw this scene. He kicked the clay figure away with a sudden kick, took out his revolver and prepared to kill the guy who led 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, quickly get your mice to keep an eye on these rope men. Let's break out first!" Charles tried to solve the dilemma using the old method.
At this moment, Charles suddenly heard a strange noise behind him.
He turned his head suddenly and was surprised to find hundreds of ropes coming out of the soil, tightly binding the mice's heads. The rope people were very intelligent and they could actually counter Charles' methods.
Charles was just about to rush forward to rescue the mouse when seven or eight ropes wrapped around his body from under his armpits and the ropemen in the forest surrounded him.
"Fuck!" White arcs of electricity kept jumping on Charles' body. He couldn't just sit there and wait to die.
At this critical moment, Tuba suddenly closed his eyes and shouted to Charles: "I can hear their voices, they want us to stop moving!"
"Tell us not to move? Are we going to let them strangle us to death if we stay where we are?" Charles' transparent tentacles stretched out from his back and pushed hard behind him, pushing the rope men away.
The white electric arcs lashed at the rope men like long whips, but the effect of the attack was not ideal. Apart from some white smoke coming out of their bodies, there was no reaction at all. The rope men seemed like insulators, and they were still gathering towards Charles in that strange way.
Charles' translucent tentacles kept flying in the air, constantly pulling away the rope man who was approaching.
"Give me the bomb! I'll stop them, and you guys hurry up and rescue the rats! The rats' eyes are the key to our escape!"
The crew members quickly rushed to the rat and used daggers to continuously cut the rope that was entangled with the rat. The rope was very tough and not easy to cut.
Feuerbach took out a few iron bombs, and Dipper took out a fire and rubbed it on his scales, then lit the fuse and quickly handed it to Charles.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss~" The fuse with sparks was getting shorter and shorter. Charles held the bomb with his tentacles but did not throw it over. He was waiting for the last second before the explosion.
The atmosphere became more and more depressing. Charles could not hear anything at this moment. He could only hear his heartbeat getting faster and faster.
At this critical moment, Charles discovered that the group of ropemen in front of him moved for the first time in the sight of others, and they pounced on him directly like a big net.
Charles had no choice but to quickly put out all the bombs. If they exploded, not only would the ropemen themselves be finished.
Just when Charles thought the rope man would strangle him directly, the other party did not take the next step, as if their goal this time was to entangle him.
"Captain, look."
Charles looked in the direction Linda pointed and found that the clay figure was also stiff on the ground, like a puppet.
Charles didn't know what had happened, but no matter what happened, his most important thing now was 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.
Regardless of whether they were entangled by the rope man or not, everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that there was nothing there except those colorful trees.
Suddenly, Charles felt that someone was staring at him. It was not the gaze of one or two people, but the gaze of hundreds of people.
"Invisible?" A thought flashed through Charles' mind.
The chaotic tones became louder and louder, combining into a crazy double-bass tune, and the thing was approaching them at an extremely fast speed while playing it.
The chief engineer who had also escaped from the rope man's control subconsciously took a small step back. In an instant, the singing in the air became as harsh as nails scratching a blackboard.
"Puff, puff." Under everyone's shocked gaze, a living person was torn into a dozen pieces by something invisible, and the soil on the ground was instantly dyed red by the scarlet blood.
The sound of music surrounded everyone's ears, and everyone felt that there were hundreds of eyes staring at them, but there was nothing around.
At this moment, everyone froze, just like the rope man before.
Charles' eyes slowly turned towards the music, but he could see nothing.
Charles' heart moved, and one of his transparent tentacle stretched out from his left arm and waved hard towards the place where the music was the loudest.
The tentacle hit nothing, he felt nothing, there was nothing there.
The next second, before Charles could react, his outstretched tentacles had been cut into several pieces by the singing.
The breaking of the tentacle made Charles feel the intense pain of a broken limb again.
A drop of cold sweat slid down the scar on his face, Charles endured the pain and dared not move at all.
A few minutes passed, and the shrill music gradually slowed down. It seemed calmer and more relaxed, and slowly it disappeared.
When Charles felt that the gaze on him had completely disappeared, he did not move again, and 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 the island except the rope man.
Maybe there were before, but just now those things were all killed by this sound.
(End of this chapter)