Chapter 613 A Simple Concert

Flying above the Dalmatian, Angell looked at it carefully.

Just as he had seen before, it was lying in the muddy flesh and blood, its head moving from time to time, looking like it was gnawing on food.

But when he looked carefully, he found that although the Dalmatian's head was moving all the time, the flesh and blood on the ground had not decreased at all.

"It didn't eat it?" Angell raised his eyebrows. If it didn't eat, why did it lie in the muddy flesh and blood? It couldn't have any special hobbies, right?

Angell thought about it and decided to get closer.

As Angell approached, the Dalmatian raised its head in a daze, revealing its bloody face.

As the Dalmatian looked up, Angell finally saw why Toby kept motioning him to look over

Because a strange breath was coming out of the rotten flesh on the ground and poured into the Dalmatian's mouth.

Previously, due to the explosion, the flesh and blood of Hook Dick's body flew everywhere. The Dalmatian was following the body of Hook Dick, constantly absorbing the strange breath.

The Dalmatian now looked very scary, and people would unconsciously associate it with a monster that sucked people's essence.

But after careful identification, Angel discovered some clues. The strange breath inhaled by the dog had a familiar fluctuation.

"This is..." Angel frowned, recalling the source of this fluctuation.

Suddenly, Toby flew over, with a gray breath around him, and whispered beside Angel.

After hearing Toby's words, Angel was stunned. His eyes slowly moved to the gravity veins around Toby, and then looked at the strange breath absorbed by the Dalmatian's mouth, and suddenly realized: "This is a law vein?!"

"Is this dog absorbing the law vein?"

According to Angel's judgment, the "law vein" born from Hook Dick's flesh and blood is very thin, exuding a breath of soul. It is estimated that Hook Dick has comprehended some soul laws somewhere, but has not yet formed the source of the law vein.

Considering that Hook Dick went to the "Soul Land" for a while, Angel guessed that Hook Dick comprehended the soul law in the Soul Land. Although he didn't know much about the "Soul Land", according to the information revealed in Nice's words, the Soul Land should be a witch garden dedicated to the soul system.

Hook Dick can comprehend the soul law from the already formed witch garden, even if it is very thin and has not become a system, but it can also be said to be a natural talent.

So far, Angel has also been to several witch gardens, but he has not comprehended any laws from the formed witch gardens. From this perspective, Hook Dick completely defeated Angel.

Perhaps it was because of the soul law that Hook Dick comprehended that he was able to retain his self-awareness under the threat of the parasite.

Unfortunately, no matter how talented he was, he died here in the end and was defeated by Angel. Even the law he comprehended was absorbed by the Dalmatian...?!

Angel suddenly remembered that now was not the time to lament how good a dead person's talent was.

What should be paid more attention to now is why this dog can absorb the law veins from the dead?

He had stayed in the dog's body for a period of time and knew that there was a large amount of mysterious aura in its body. Angel estimated that this dog might be a mysterious spirit or the original body of a mysterious thing.

No matter what it is, does its current behavior mean that its ability is to absorb the law veins?

Then after it absorbs, these law veins that have lost their host and have no roots, what use are they to it?

Angel guessed for a long time, but still couldn't get an accurate answer. He had no right to ask Fox. He thought about it and finally could only suppress this mystery. He decided to focus on finding Nausicaa first. There are so many unsolved mysteries in the world, and it is impossible to solve every one of them.

Thinking of this, Angel returned to the inspection site.

He also told Toby not to pay attention to the behavior of the Dalmatian and to focus on finding Nausicaa.

Although Toby's lamp was knocked over, the blazing fire of the surrounding old buildings was brighter than before, illuminating this mezzanine space extremely brightly.

Angel stood in front of the exit, while Toby hovered over everyone's head, looking for Nausicaa's breath.

Time passed slowly, and another half an hour passed.

Nearly 80% of the people in the mezzanine space, who numbered nearly six figures, had dispersed. During this process, Angel still did not see Nausicaa.

A quarter of an hour later, all the people in the mezzanine space had left, and there was still no trace of Nausicaa.

Angell's expression darkened. Why were Shan and Xiliu here, but Nausicaa was nowhere to be seen? Could it be that Nausicaa did not actually come to this interlayer space?

He turned his head and looked at Shan and Xiliu with a frown.

The two of them were still supported by the gravity veins, floating quietly behind them. Facing Angell, Shan's expression was a little timid, and Xiliu was still sleeping soundly.

His body was preserved in Sanders' gravity garden, and there was no way to release the nightmare to eliminate the parasitic species in their bodies. Otherwise, he could ask them about Nausicaa.

Angell pondered for a moment. He wanted Fox and Frog to help them eliminate the parasitic species, but he could not find a reason to persuade them.

Maybe there was no need to persuade them, just make a request directly and see how they reacted?

Thinking of this, Angell looked at Fox and Frog.

Fox saw Angel's eyes, shook his big tail, and flew over: "Ms. Sharapova, have you finished selecting your slaves?"

Frog was not to be outdone: "Praise the Queen, quack, although there is no moonlight to moisten my throat, but there is a moonlight in my heart, and I want to recite it to Ms. Sharapova."

Why does it sound like love words? Angel twitched his mouth, "Don't rush about music, it is an elegant art. Now, the fire is blazing here, and playing here is too unworthy of your status."

Frog: "The fire can't extinguish my poetic interest. I will dedicate the more exciting war epic I just created to Ms. Sharapova."

Angel choked and wanted to find an opportunity to interrupt, but Frog's continuous ups and downs of the monologue made him unable to say a word.

"Well... OK. Excitement also has its own beauty. The raging fire combined with the exciting aria makes me feel full of energy. This is really a performance that people look forward to." Angel said dryly.

Since Angel agreed, Frog immediately became motivated. He found a bunch of wooden boxes from somewhere, piled them together to form a simple stage, and then stood on it first.

"Although the stage is simple, my inner passion will not diminish. Quack!" Frog took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a woman, as if brewing an aria that was about to come out of his mouth.

Fox turned over and landed next to Frog, brought a wooden stool, sat on it and gently plucked the harp.

Not to mention, Fox's current image and movements are full of style, and his big red tail sways back and forth, with a faint sense of bewitching. And its piano playing level is really high. As long as Frog doesn't speak, Fox's piano sound is very beautiful, but as soon as Frog starts to sing, Fox will change the flow of his piano sound according to Frog's voice, turning into a weird and wonderful piano sound.

Now, it is like this.

Frog sang an epic poem that he thought was passionate, but to Inger's ears, it sounded a little petty and the logic was very problematic. The previous second was a beautiful picture of "brewing moonlight", and the next second it became a battlefield of the dead with "corpses lying in the wild".

If there were fierce contradictions and contrasts, plus the tension and conflict of the story plot, it would be a masterpiece. But Frog completely combined the images that he thought were beautiful, made a weird poem, and called it an epic, which was also laughable.

Even more unfortunately, Fox's originally excellent piano playing level was also deviated by Frog's weird singing, sometimes light, sometimes strange, and occasionally a fierce sharp sound, like the disgusting sound of a woman scratching a flat drawing board with her nails.

Angel was sulking and enjoying it, feeling like he was being tortured.

After the song, Angel's pale cheeks finally opened a dry smile, and then he squeezed out a music review from his teeth: "This aria is very charming."

As for what kind of charm, you can imagine it yourself. No matter how many good words he said, he couldn't think of.

Frog was about to sing the second poem, and Angel sighed slightly in his heart, just bear it, who made him say that he wanted to listen, and now he had to listen to it even if he knelt.

But at this moment, a golden silk thread appeared out of thin air.

It was inserted between them and poked a wooden box into pieces.

"This is Yorkshire's void puppet line." Fox put down the harp and murmured in a low voice.

Frog exclaimed: "This annoying guy, quack, is he here to ruin my performance?! Moonlight will hate it, absolutely!"

This sudden scene made Angel raise his eyebrows. This golden thread is exactly the same as the thread on the puppet woman he saw outside the teleportation hall.

From Fox's tone, it was Yorkshire that blocked the road.

Angel still remembered that Yorkshire was entangled with the mentor, and Fox had corrected it before. How come the thread suddenly appeared here?

When Angel was puzzled, the golden thread suddenly moved, and a strange wave came from the golden thread.

Fox closed his eyes and stood up the next second: "Yorkshire is calling us to come over. It seems to be in a passive situation."

Frog pouted: "I won't go. You go if you want to go."

Fox was not surprised by Frog's choice and shook his tail: "Then I'll go over and see the situation."

After Fox said that, he said rudely to Angel, and then he ran out of the interlayer space and disappeared into the darkness. 19