Chapter 10 You Come

"Interstellar Mage Walk ()"

"Ah~~~~"

"Wow~~~~"

"This speed...dududu...not bad..."

The exclamations of Sister Luo and the others echoed repeatedly in Mo Ye's ears.

The vegetation on the mountain wall of the rift valley is dense and vines are entangled. Even in the section lacking artificial lighting, the mutated plants on both sides of the mountain wall are still faintly fluorescent, and the sound of water flow adds a bit of weirdness.

Like a gecko, the aboriginal warriors quickly climbed and moved while grabbing vines with their long arms, and soon disappeared among the lush vegetation on the mountain wall.

Joffrey's claim that these three aboriginal warriors are the strongest configuration of the tribe may not be bragging, at least in terms of movement speed.

A few seconds later, Yan An and the others couldn't care less about the strength of the aboriginal fighters.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"My God...God~God~God..."

"Whoa la la la... la la la...."

If there is no sound, there must be an echo.

Mo Ye glanced helplessly at the group of people who shouted, headed by Luo Meizi.

The cries one after another echoed in the valley once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times, gradually weakened until they merged into the sound of the wind, and after a while they started all over again with the gust of wind.

"Mo Mo, do you feel that this echo... is weird." Yan An rubbed his arms, trying to appease the goosebumps who were standing still.

"...fucking...fucking...fucking...fucking..."

As if to confirm Yan An's words, his voice echoed immediately, over and over again.

Everyone spread their hands "..." Isn't that right, this will come soon.

Whether it is whispering or singing loudly, all the voices that come out will echo dozens of times, even if they whisper to each other's ears, they will not escape the fate of being repeated.

Leader Yan opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the doubts that rolled to his mouth along with his saliva, and honestly sent text messages on the team channel.

"The silence speaks."

"What exactly is going on?"

"Is this echo normal?"

"Do you think there is the same background sound every time the echo sounds, and the accent sounds familiar."

Joffrey, who is a local guide, smiled slightly when Yan An and the others were talking silently, "This is the Echo Corridor, one of the special attractions of the Great Rift Valley. There are twelve similar Echo Corridors... He said and pointed to the small green horn mark on the map, "We are now in the middle of the No. 7 corridor, so there is no need to be so nervous. These echoes are produced due to the special geographical environment of the Rift Valley, and there is no danger. "

Luo Yuning touched his ears, and glanced at the surrounding mountain walls, "Really?"

As soon as Sister Luo opened her mouth, Yan An and the others thumped in their hearts. The experience accumulated through blood and tears in the past told them that this matter might not be so simple, and the group of people immediately cheered up.

It's all coming, and this road always has to go on.

"Is it is it is it...is..?" the echo continued.

A few people on the long and narrow mountain road unconsciously slowed down their walking speed accompanied by the echoing background sound. You look at me and I look at you. With a preliminary consensus, everyone stopped talking for the time being.

However, the echo did not stop because of the silence of the group, it seemed to be vaguely repeating something.

With the breeze blowing, Mo Ye closed her eyes and listened intently. The sound of the wind brushed against her ears.

This echo corridor is a bit strange, like a giant repeater that operates stably, recording and repeating every word it hears.

Joffrey puffed up his chest and smiled and assured, "Everyone, please rest assured, the current underground rift may be dangerous, but the Echo Corridor is absolutely safe, and the warriors sent by the tribe will accompany us to protect against accidents. Follow me Walk."

Joffrey's confident and firm promise was beaten to pieces within a quarter of an hour,

It is scattered in the air and cannot be picked up.

A good team broke up as they walked, until now he and Mo Ye were left alone, and he looked at Mo Ye stupidly, not knowing what to do.

"How could this...such..." The friendly smile froze at the corner of his mouth, Joffrey looked back and forth to no avail, then trembled his lips for a long while without saying a word.

"Where are you, don't scare me, Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan..." Joffrey finally heard an echo after shouting anxiously several times.

"This way!"

He turned around following the source of the sound and asked, "Which side?"

"Here, right here!"

Hearing the sound but not seeing the person, Joffrey subconsciously followed the sound and looked for it. Just a few steps away, he was caught by a gust of wind. The cold wind hit his face, and he came back to his senses.

The sound from a distance stopped suddenly, and there was not even half a little extra movement.

The two circled around the mountain road without finding any clues, and the rest just disappeared under their noses.

"How is it possible?" Joffrey couldn't figure it out, his face turned pale.

Mo Ye glanced at the battered guide and asked, "Can I still contact the tribe warrior?"

"Yes... yes, there are them..." Joffrey immediately took out the tribe's special communicator, tried several times but didn't get any response, completely dumbfounded.

Mo Ye was not surprised by this result.

"Come on..." The wind continued to blow, and the voice echoing from the mountain wall sounded again, becoming more and more clear. This was a language Joffrey couldn't understand. He frowned, "What voice?"

"come......"

"come......"

Xiaoqi's tone was very puzzled, "Master, the analysis has been completed, this is the earth's native northeast accent."

"Well, I got it." Mo Ye nodded, she was familiar with this sentence, and she didn't understand it at first after hearing it for a long time.

"Master, do you know what is talking?"

"I know." She was a little uncertain before, but now she is sure that she guessed right.

When Joffrey was full of panic, his head was dizzy, his eyes closed and opened, and he teleported from the narrow mountain path to a spacious cave, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise, "Mr. Yan, you are here..."

There are several huge snail shells side by side in the cave. Yan An and Xiaobai are trapped in different snail shells, and the shells are tightly attached below their heads, only their heads are exposed. It can be seen that they are listening to each other.

The unhurried voice of the snail was echoing in the cave, "A long time ago, there was a big mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple..."

The gray-brown, fleshy, shelled creature with tentacles on its head is seriously telling stories.

Yan An turned his head and asked, "Momo, is this a worm... Zerg?"

Mo Ye narrowed his eyes and stared at the fleshy thing in front of him, "No, it's the snails. The so-called echoes in the rift are just talking."

Mo Ye walked to the stone wall of the cave, moved his fingers slightly, and the covered wet sand fell, revealing the hard shells of snails, densely packed, the taupe shells were tightly closed, and the soft tentacles were curiously outward. test.

"It looks like a snail, can it be fried and eaten?" Uncle Banzhuan suddenly said, breaking the quiet atmosphere where everyone was looking up at the snail.

The tentacles that were probing on the edge of danger all shrank back.

These are just newborn cubs, and their shells are still translucent.

If there is no accident, the twelve echo corridors in this underground rift are the settlements of the snails. Mo Ye doesn't need to look specifically to know that they are indispensable in any place that is slightly damp on the mountain wall. Make your home in a high traffic area.

"come on......"

"come......"

The earth's native northeast accent is here again.

Yan An and the others looked at Mo Ye at the same time, "You heard that too, right, how can this snail speak Chinese?"

The world is so big, the universe is so wonderful, it is not uncommon for any species to appear, and it is not worth making a fuss whether it is a mountain snail or a conch who can speak human language. What surprised Luo Yuning and the others is that this thing can speak ancient Chinese language, and it still has a The kind with a Northeastern accent.

"Did we hear wrong?"

"Probably not." Mo Ye answered simply, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

At this moment, she was sure that there was nothing wrong with this trip.

"This is from the earth?" Luo Yuning couldn't help but sighed with a smile, "I didn't expect that the first earth fellow we encountered across the star sea turned out to be a group of snails."

"It's not a creature from the Star Alliance that doesn't come from Earth." Mo Ye shook his head, and added, "It's not a snail either."

To be more precise, at least the ancestor of this mountain snail probably came from the continent of Logar.

The strange name of Naoluo came from Ai Fan's mouth.

"Then how can it speak Earth language?"

"because......"

They are mutated mixed-breed elves, whose original name is 'Luoqi'. They grow in the wet muddy crevices of the Misty Forest. They are born with a strong talent for language learning. They are lively in nature but move extremely slowly. Their biggest hobby is chatter.

The biggest interest of this thing is to fool travelers who stray into the forest to chat with them, blowing from the south to the north, chatting from the end of the world to the end of the world, a chatterbox that can chatter people to the point of neurasthenia.

When I was in Logar mainland, only the last three were taken away by Ai Fan. Mo Ye recalled the terrible scene of listening to the storytelling of the nagging snails for three days and three nights when he was a child, and suddenly felt his ears itchy.

Unexpectedly, the race that was once on the verge of extinction has completed the great cause of racial expansion on Haisa Star.

"Because of what?" The crowd who were waiting for Mo Ye to continue explaining blinked and asked.

"It's a long story..." Mo Ye started to talk, but in the end he didn't bother to explain, "Let's talk about it when we have a chance."

Everyone was "..." angry, but they couldn't beat them.

"Not coming out yet..." Mo Ye glanced at the snail shells lined up, "Want to live longer?"

"Isn't this waiting for you to come?" A few people crawled out of the shell in a little embarrassment.

The tentacles of the snail protruding directly in front stood up suddenly.

"You are not trapped." Joffrey heaved a sigh of relief, the situation changed too fast, the amount of information was too much, and the guide was a little confused.

11 was the first one to crawl out of the shell. "I was walking and I heard someone shouting 'Come on'. I was puzzled and followed it. After two steps, my feet were empty, and I slid all the way until I fell. After entering this shell, everyone else came down after a while."

The experience of the others after being separated is almost the same as that of 11.

The sound of nagging snails is deceptive, especially when there are a large number of them, it can form a sound barrier, tempting people to lose their minds and relax their vigilance unconsciously.

As for the cave, Mo Ye curled his fingers and tapped the cave wall a few times, it was clearly the shell replaced by the snail.

Mo Ye looked up at the passages around the cave, and the closely arranged narrow entrances corresponded to the vacant large snail shells below.

No one would believe it if it wasn't a trap.

"Who taught you Northeast dialect?"

"come......"

"Did you capture the tourists who disappeared recently?"

"come......"

"Aren't you very excited about telling stories to confuse voices?"

The uniform continued to echo "Come on..."

The guide watched the whole process, with pale faces, and thousands of snails densely packed... The scene of probing at you at the same time is too shocking.

"Are we really in one big shell?"

"Yeah." Mo Ye nodded.

The snails change their shells every three years, and the old shells shed off become part of the rift valley, and the large and small snail shells have piled up into mountains year after year.

In other words, in fact, this entire high mountain peak is the old clothes replaced by the snail.

There are no other functions, and the effect of sound transmission is absolutely first-class.

Every snail is like a small microphone, and the source of the phrase "come on" is not here.

"The disappearance of tourists has nothing to do with these big snails?" Yan An carefully observed the snail shell that restrained him just now, "The inside of the snail shell is very smooth, there is no point of contact, and there is thick mucus blocking it. It is not only disgusting but also corrosive. .”

In other words, although they seem to climb out easily, if it is an ordinary tourist who falls into it and wants to break free, the coefficient of difficulty is extremely high, and it is not impossible for them to be corroded and digested over time.

Xiaobai lowered his voice, "A dragon that lures people into their shells and destroys corpses and traces?"

The uniform sound of snails "Come on..."

Xiaobai "..." won't come, this damn big snail will only repeat this sentence, he turned his head to look at Mo Ye, "Sister, are they stuck?"