"Pineapple, what happened to you just now?" Xiaoyin couldn't hold it back and asked as she walked forward, "What did you hear?"
"What did you say?" Pineapple put on earplugs and asked loudly.
"Just now! What happened to you just now?"
"I...I don't know..." Pineapple's eyes became confused for a moment, "I just... felt that the music was getting closer and closer to me, and the sound was getting louder and louder, so noisy... Then, something flashed before my eyes.
Some strange pictures..."
"What picture?" the fool asked quickly.
"I didn't see it clearly, but it looks a bit like..."
"Have you heard anything? We have gone so far," Maple Sugar interrupted their conversation and asked, "Xiaoyin, aren't you very sensitive to these things? And Xiaolan, what else can you do?"
Hear the music?"
Xiaolan was asked suddenly and did not react. She just nodded in panic.
Maple sugar...is hiding something.
If pineapple didn't lie, then maple syrup knew something that even pineapple didn't know.
Everyone was thinking individually, and the steps continued.
Although I understood when I joined that everyone here has their own secrets, and if you don't want to share your secrets, don't pry into other people's secrets, but the emotion of curiosity is really uncontrollable.
And the fool, the fool is so curious about his own affairs, why don’t he stop asking?
So what is in rock music?
What exactly is...
"ah!……"
Xiaolan followed the Taoist Priest, lowered his head and thought hard, and accidentally bumped into the Taoist Priest's back.
"Why did you stop?" Xiaolan grabbed the Taoist priest's clothes, hid behind the Taoist priest and looked forward, "What did you find?"
"I heard it too."
There was a rare tremor in the Taoist priest's voice, his face was ashen, and he stared blankly into the depths of the cave.
"The Taoist priest heard it too," the fool stepped over, "What kind of music are you hearing?"
"It's not music..." the Taoist priest's voice was hollow, "it's a person's voice."
Xiaolan looked over and asked, "Whose voice is it? Is it someone you know?"
The Taoist priest turned his head and looked at her deeply.
"It's someone I know."
Xiaolan hesitated to speak, feeling that it was not good to press the question like this.
"Who is who?" The fool didn't care about so many things and asked directly.
The Taoist Master retracted his eyes and continued to look forward, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.