Chapter 704: Baa Baa Song

This strange scene made Mo Ling feel the breath of life.

The wind on the prairie blew gently, bringing a fresh scent of grass.

The sheep ran happily, sometimes huddled together, and kept playing.

The red light is like blown grass blades, rolling on the grassland and flying into the sky.

"Baa baa..."

Looking at this extremely crazy scene, Mo Ling felt a sense of peace rising in his heart, as if all the restlessness and desire had completely disappeared.

The breeze soothes the soul bursting with desire, and the sunshine on the grassland shines, letting life fall into a warm sleep.

The red light seemed to no longer burn desire, and had completely turned into pure light.

The snow fell on the top of the mountain. The light spots caught by the sheep-headed man shook a few times and flew into the sky. The can of Coke hidden below was also exposed.

The Coke can kept shaking and actually exploded.

A thick sheep's hoof squeezed open the Coke can and stretched out from the inside. The broken can shell was thrown everywhere. As if by magic, a strong sheep head emerged from the small Coke can. people.

"What!"

A sound of sheep's hooves resounded across the dance floor, and the sheep-headed man jumped directly onto the roof where Mo Ling was.

Under Mo Ling's shocked gaze, several chains shot out from the sheep-headed man's hooves, directly piercing into the human-shaped red light transformed by the man in red.

Immediately afterwards, the chain quickly tightened and retracted, and a figure was grabbed directly from the red light!

The familiar red coat…

"It's the man in red!"

The sheep-headed man actually grabbed him directly out of the red light.

The chain was loosened, and the man in red fell to the ground panting, his eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.

He raised his head, looked at the sheep-headed man, and then at Mo Ling. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he coughed violently.

"Ahem!"

Some red liquid spurted out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Mo Ling quickly knelt down and patted his back.

"Is it blood? It doesn't seem like it. The blood is much more viscous than the liquid he spit out..."

These liquids are very thin, almost like water.

It was at this time that Mo Ling noticed that the liquid spit out from the red man's mouth was not "red". It only appeared red because red light shone on it.

"It seems that the original color is a little lighter than red."

Mo Ling observed carefully, but couldn't see clearly at all.

Under the red light, you can't see other colors. You can only wait for the man in red to slow down before you can ask him what happened.

The surrounding red light spots are falling continuously. They seem to have lost the ability to burn desire, and only have the function of "illumination".

Was this the work of a sheep-headed man?

Mo Ling turned to look at the sheep-headed man and found that it had been standing on the roof in a daze after it pulled out the man in red.

"What!"

Seeing Mo Ling looking at it, it responded and then continued to be in a daze.

The vertical pupils that showed no emotion were staring at a place in the distance. Mo Ling followed its gaze, but saw nothing. There was only an open space, and the red light in the open space was swaying slowly. …

"Ahem!"

The man in red finally finished spitting out the liquid, then suddenly raised his head, grabbed Mo Ling's shoulders, and said eagerly: "Orange! It's all orange! The orange sea!"

"The energy of the red light is not used for expansion at all. It is all sent to the sea, and then transported to more distant places along the ocean currents!"

"This is just the appearance... This is the outermost layer of light, the outermost part of the spectrum, the zone with the longest wavelength."

While saying incomprehensible words, the man in red retched again. He quickly turned his head and spit a puddle of liquid onto the roof nearby.

"Orange..."

He looked at the pool of liquid on the roof and said in a daze.

"What is orange?" Mo Ling asked doubtfully.

The man in red raised his hand blankly and pointed at the pool of liquid.

"These liquids are orange..."

"How did you tell?"

"I...I went to the sea."

"Orange sea?" Mo Ling asked.

The man in red nodded, then suddenly stood up and rushed in front of the sheep-headed man.

"They're not dead yet, are they?"

The sheep-headed man tilted his head, as if he didn't understand at all.

Upon seeing this, the man in red took out the photo from his coat and held it up in front of the sheep-headed man.

"They are not dead yet, are they? They are dead in the outermost layer of the spectrum. Only part of them is dead, the red part is dead. The other colors are not dead yet, right?"

The man in red's eyes were full of expectation.

After hearing the question from the man in red, the sheep-headed man said "baa", then raised the sheep's hooves and made a strange shape, then ran to Mo Ling and circled around Mo Ling.

"Mea."

The man in red was also confused when he saw this inexplicable action.

He couldn't understand the behavior of the sheep-headed man at all...

But for someone who has just found hope, any meaningless action can be "interpreted".

"You mean...they're circling now? Are they trapped in the spectrum? Deeper?"

"Mea."

The sheep-headed man responded just right, which made the light of hope in the man in red's eyes shine a little brighter.

Mo Ling was speechless watching from the side, patted the red-clothed man's arm, and asked him to calm down first.

"Whatever you say to it, it will respond to you..."

But Mo Ling's persuasion seemed to have no effect on the red-clothed man. He approached the sheep-headed man with hope, and even boldly grabbed the sheep-headed man's hoof.

"Can you take me to find them? You have the ability to move on the spectrum, right? Didn't you just save me from the orange sea?"

A series of questions popped out of the red-clothed man's mouth.

Mo Ling's heart was in his throat at this time.

Although the sheep-headed man looks harmless now, who can predict what it will do next? Now the red-clothed man has grabbed the sheep's hoof, which is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife.

Mo Ling's whole body was stiff, and he was ready to fight the sheep-headed man.

But the sheep-headed man did not react. He still made a "baa" sound and pulled out his sheep's hoof.

Then he also imitated the red-clothed man and wanted to grab the red-clothed man's arm.

However, the bare sheep's hoof had no fingers. After trying several times, it failed to grab and slid down from the red-dressed man's arm.

The red-dressed man looked at the strange movements of the sheep-headed man and seemed to "understand" something again.

"Can't you make chains? Make five chains on your hoof and use them as fingers."

Listening to the red-dressed man's suggestion, the sheep-headed man tilted his head and actually grew five chain fingers on his hoof. Then he tried to grab the red-dressed man's arm, and this time, he finally succeeded.

"Mee mee mee!"

The sheep-headed man grabbed the red-dressed man and jumped up happily.