Hearing the words of the Hanged Man, Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling. He didn't try to be pretentious. He put down the lantern, took out two pieces of notepaper from his pocket, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into his left and right ears respectively.

Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow did as he was told without asking any questions, Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt that it was really easy and hassle-free to work with an experienced guy. Even an adventurer with the title of "crazy" would listen to reasonable words and know what to do and what not to do.

He was just about to throw the still warm dead mouse in his hand towards the psychedelic wind chime tree to attract the tree to catch it, when he suddenly saw the bushes and weeds nearby shaking, and a yellow-skinned tiger with black stripes emerged.

Amid the melodious sound of tinkling wind chimes, the tiger walked step by step towards the strange tree in front of it. Its movements were normal, but its eyes were dull, and there was an indescribable sense of evil.

Seeing this, Alger lowered his arms and temporarily gave up trying to throw the dead mouse. Enduring a severe headache, he calmly watched the yellow-skinned, black-striped tiger walk to the front of the psychedelic wind chime tree amid the increasingly urgent and louder melodious sounds.

It squatted down, raised its right paw, and snapped its sharp nails, scratching its neck.

Blood gushed out, and the tiger seemed to have lost its sense of pain. It continued to pull its claws, making the wound deeper and longer. Then, it began to peel off its fur bit by bit, revealing its bloody body.

The sound of the wind chimes gradually subsided, and the branches suddenly came alive, spreading downwards and piercing into the tiger's body, which had lost its fur protection and was too painful to look at.

Alger, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately drew out the short blade at his waist, opened his mouth, and sang hoarsely:

"Impulse, impulse, impulse,

"Sea, crashing against the grey and cold rocks!

"Impulse, impulse, impulse,

"Sea, break up at the foot of the rock!" (Note 1)

His singing voice is rough and heroic, but completely out of tune, completely contrary to the normal cognition of humans and creatures, and comes with a noise-like, metallic roar, full of power that makes people irritated, nauseous and headache-inducing.

The branches of the psychedelic wind chime tree trembled at the same time, and all retracted back as if they were curling up together. The beautiful bell sounds that followed slightly diluted the terrible noise.

Although Klein, who was next to Alger, had blocked his ears with paper balls and actively restrained his spirituality, the blood vessels in his forehead were throbbing at this moment, and he suddenly felt the urge to kill the singer and destroy everything in front of him.

Moreover, his mind felt as if it was being torn apart, and the muscles and blood vessels under his skin began to move slightly on their own.

Others sing for money, but Mr. Hanged Man sings for his life! Klein used complaints to fight against his inner irritability.

"Impulse! Impulse! Impulse!"

Each word Alger uttered gradually approached the sound of waves hitting the rocks. Silver-white lightning flashed one after another, like waves of cheers.

Silver and white lights lit up one after another and struck the surface of the psychedelic wind chime tree together, causing this strange tree to tremble uncontrollably and its branches to sway stiffly and chaotically, making it difficult to emit a regular hypnotic sound.

Alger seized the opportunity, dropped the dead rat, and stretched out the short blade in his hand.

There was a sudden sound of whistling wind, and invisible sharp blades whizzed over and cut the branch at the top of the psychedelic wind chime tree closest to the trunk.

Crack!

The fist-sized, colorless, translucent fruit fell straight down and was picked up by a strong wind and flew into Alger's palm. The tree, which was covered with eye-like cracks on its surface, solidified and the remaining branches drooped at the same time, losing their vitality.

Sure enough, as long as the correct information is collected and mastered in advance, extraordinary plants with relatively low intelligence are easier to deal with than animals of the same level... Alger took out the prepared metal tube and collected the fruits of the psychedelic wind chime tree.

Then, he turned his head sideways and looked at Gehrman Sparrow.

"Let's continue..."

His speech was suddenly interrupted, the phrase corresponding to "forward" dying in his throat.

At this moment, he saw that Gehrman Sparrow's stern face was slightly distorted, and the whites of his brown eyes were slightly red, as if he would explode at any time and attack him at any time.

Alger's mind tensed up, and he took a deep breath and completed his words:

"Let's keep going."

"Let's go." Gehrman Sparrow responded in a low voice, and took the lead to bypass the withered psychedelic wind chime tree and walked into the depths of the Black Forest.

He did not get spiritual materials such as tree bark and branches, because he would definitely encounter many extraordinary creatures in the future, and he did not have the so-called storage artifact, so of course he had to reserve space for more valuable gains.

Besides, carrying too many and heavy things on his body is obviously not conducive to the clown's agility.

What a pity, those are all lifeless materials without their own blood, so they cannot enter Groselle's Travels... They can be brought in with a secret doll, but this is very troublesome and not conducive to subsequent exploration... Klein sighed silently while calming down his emotions and getting rid of the residual influence of the "Hanged Man"'s song.

This was the most unpleasant and stimulating song he had ever heard in his life!

If the "Hanged Man" continued for another minute or two, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to control the urge to beat the other person.

Simply plugging the ears with paper balls and restraining spirituality can only weaken the impact, but it cannot really isolate it... Even the deaf can still hear it, which includes "communication" at the spiritual level... This should be the most difficult ability of the "Ocean Singer" to defend against. In addition, once it appears, it is definitely impossible to avoid it and can only be evaded in advance. This Sequence 5 is also quite strong... However, why does Mr. "Hanged Man"'s singing feel completely different from that of the elf singer Siatas... Klein had some doubts while summarizing and analyzing his previous experience.

At this time, Alger, who was walking beside him with a lantern, couldn't help but think about a question:

"Even Gehrman Sparrow can't stand my singing for long. How can I play the role of 'Ocean Singer'..."

In the silent atmosphere, the two of them moved quickly forward between the thick trees covered with snake scales, approaching the ancient ruins.

With the Navigator by his side, Klein saved the energy of using the divination rod to find the way, and focused on guarding against possible sudden attacks around him.

In the dark and silent environment, which felt like a horror story, the two men walked for an unknown amount of time before they discovered that the trees in the black forest began to become sparse in a regular pattern.

This was different from the situation when they encountered the demigod-level feathered serpent before. There, the trees were suddenly sparse, which seemed abrupt, but here they were gradual, giving people the illusion that they were about to leave the Black Forest.

"After passing this area, we will reach the edge of the ancient ruins." Alger broke the silence and said.

He paused and added casually:

"According to my experience, the closer you get to that place, the more dangerous it is. All the traces of demigod-level extraordinary creatures I found before were found nearby. However, the strange thing is that there are no clues of extraordinary creatures' activities at the edge of the ancient ruins. As for its depths, I don't know."

It is highly likely that there is an even more terrifying existence in that ancient ruin, and that area is its "territory," so other creatures dare not approach... Klein muttered.

He had a premonition of the danger level of this exploration, and he had done some divination above the gray fog beforehand, and the revelation he got was that there would be twists and turns and problems, but the possibility of leaving safely was not small.

After The Hanged Man finished speaking, Klein chuckled and said:

"You should know what my guess is."

Without saying anything more, he entered the area covered with weeds and sparse trees.

Alger walked silently beside him, becoming more and more convinced that his judgment of Gehrman Sparrow was correct:

Calm and crazy!

After walking forward for dozens of meters, they suddenly saw a pair of blue eyes appear at the end of the lantern light.

It was a black baboon squatting on a tree branch. Its hair was naturally curly, and black crystals grew on its head. These crystals grew upwards and clustered irregularly to form a strange crown.

As soon as they saw the black baboon, Klein and Alger both had the urge to lower their heads. They seemed afraid to look directly at the other baboon. They only felt that it was the ruler of this forest and their lord.

Lord... Alger used the severe headache brought by the "Spirit Whip" ring to get rid of the influence, and hurriedly stepped to the left, trying to get out of the way and leave this extraordinary creature of unknown species to Gehrman Sparrow.

This was their previous agreement.

However, he was clearly taking a step to the left, but ended up walking forward, and his legs were limping, as if he suddenly needed a crutch.

Subconsciously, Alger drew out his short blade, sending sharp wind blades whizzing towards the black curly-haired baboon.

At this moment, the baboon opened his mouth and smiled.

The wind blade in mid-air suddenly changed direction, either to the left, or to the right, or to float upwards, or to sink downwards, perfectly avoiding the target.

After seeing this, Klein gave up his plan to approach by normal means. The glove on his left hand suddenly became transparent, and his body became invisible.

Alger stopped his impulsive actions and saw the figure of Gehrman Sparrow wearing a half-high silk hat suddenly appear behind the black curly-haired baboon. The distance between the two was less than 5 meters.

Then, the black curly-haired baboon's body suddenly stiffened, as if it had lost most of its control. It even raised its palms with difficulty, half digging at its own eyes and half trying to twist something.

And Gehrman Sparrow took advantage of its slowness, raised the iron-black revolver in his right hand, and aimed at its head with the deep and dark muzzle.

Then, the crazy adventurer pulled the trigger without any expression.

Note 1: Excerpt from Tennyson's "Impulse, Impulse, Impulse"