Pet King

Zhang Zian wasn't worried that someone else would hear him, since he was so far away. The sound of the tide was enough to cover his voice.

Sihwa had been waiting impatiently for a long time. She swam to the small bay with the whales.

The small bay was shaped like a horse's hoof, and was surrounded by two headlands, one South and One North, that extended into the sea. The southern headland was the one Zhang Zian was on, and the lighthouse was located on the northern headland.

Other than its small area, this small bay was a natural haven.

Zhang Zian put on his night vision goggles. In his green vision, he saw Sihwa swimming near the entrance of the Bay as planned, and then...She began to sing.

Yes, she was singing.

The range of Sihwa's vocal cords was extremely wide, far beyond that of humans. She could even emit ultra-hearing waves and infrasonic waves that the human ear could not hear. Zhang Zian had experienced it in the Pet Shop before, and she had almost shattered all the glass windows of the shops on the entire Street.

Her singing this time did not use ultrasonic or infrasound, but it was extremely sharp, like a needle piercing into the eardrum, like a long fingernail scratching glass, like the scream of the female lead in horror movies ... It had a strong penetrating power, and even Zhang Zian, the initiator, had goosebumps all over his arms.

Sihwa used a sharp voice and a language that humans could not understand to slowly sing a song with an ethereal melody and unknown meaning.

The song was blown to the land by the sea breeze, floating over the farm and the wooden house.

If it was a modern village or town, most people would stay at home at night to do housework, use their mobile phones, watch soap operas, change diapers, clean poop, and do things like "pa pa pa". Few people would notice the singing outside. After all, it was not square dance accompanied by heavy subwoofer cannons ... But for this primitive village that was like the Middle Ages, everyone was quietly praying with their eyes closed, and the sharp singing soon reached everyone's ears.

This voice ... Sounded like a female ghost crying at night.

He didn't know where Sihwa learned it from. Maybe it was from the live broadcast app. After all, there were all kinds of live broadcasts there. There were probably people who watched domestic horror movies while live-streaming. That way, he wouldn't be afraid.

In short, Zhang Zian asked Sihwa to sing, and she foolishly suggested to simply imitate the female ghost's singing, and then they hit it off.

However, as he leaned on the headland and listened carefully, he felt that the shrill wailing of the female ghost in her song was only an illusion. In reality, it gave him a feeling that was more like ... A sound that was recorded by the underwater pickup device from the deep sea. It was distant and empty, like a person closing her eyes and sinking into a bottomless abyss. In the surrounding darkness, in the cold sea, there were countless huge and distorted shadows peeking at you ... This was actually more terrifying than the female ghost's wailing at night. It was essentially a chorus of deep-sea creatures.

Zhang Zian only used the underwater pickup device to record a small number of sounds in the shallow sea. When he listened to it alone, he often felt his scalp go numb. It was hard to imagine how terrifying the sounds in the deep sea were.

Whether it was the guards or the people praying, they all heard her singing. At first, they tried to calm down and ignore it, but her voice became higher and higher, almost penetrating through every hole, constantly attacking their spiritual defense.

Finally, the people stopped praying in horror and turned to stare at the darkness outside the window, hoping that someone would stand up and tell them not to be afraid.

There were also some people who desperately prayed to Peter Lee's portrait, but they obviously did not get the response and protection they were looking for.

The guards were also frightened by the creepy song, but most of them were hired thugs by Peter Lee. Some of them were even criminals who had been on the run for a long time, so they were more courageous than ordinary people.

The leader of the guards raised his flashlight and told them that they would usually avoid using such household appliances, but now that the situation was different, they couldn't care much.

The guards could tell that the song was coming from the seaside. Some of them went to report to their superiors, while the rest of the guards surrounded the seaside under the leadership of their leaders. Everyone took out their taser guns.

They had been operating here for many years and had never encountered such a situation. Their first reaction was that someone was playing a prank, but who would come to such a remote place to play a prank?

These strong men quickly arrived at the beach in a tactical formation and rushed to the simple dock. Several flashlights were shining everywhere on the beach, trying to find the singer.

The highly concentrated flashlight occasionally flashed across the South Sea Cape where Zhang Zian was. He carefully lowered his body and only revealed one eye behind the night vision device to avoid being discovered.

However, they soon realized that the song did not come from the beach, but from further ... The sea.

They couldn't see anything on the dark sea, like a pool of black ink. Only the waves that rushed close were covered with gray and lifeless bubbles. Even if they shot their flashlights straight in the direction of the sound, it was still not far enough, and the darkness easily swallowed their flashlights.

Speaking of which, Yin Tian was really of great help. If it was a clear day with a bright moon and few stars, things would not have progressed so smoothly.

The singing on the beach became clearer.

The guards looked at each other, their palms holding the flashlights were covered in cold sweat.

They had different skin colors and came from different countries. Although they all spoke English here, they were used to scolding people in their mother tongue when they were angry. However, they were like a small United Nations, and no one could tell what language the song was sung in.

What they could feel was the great fear hidden in the song, like the undercurrent in the deep sea, which made them feel cold.

It was not known which person's will wasn't too firm, but he said in a trembling voice,""Don't ... Don't tell me it's the woman who drowned today?"

"Bullshit! How could someone who drowned ..."

The leader didn't even finish his sentence before he choked.

All of them were not atheists.

Since they weren't atheists, it meant that they believed that there were existences higher than humans in this world. They believed that in the human body, there was the existence of souls in addition to blood, flesh, bones, and skin.

They regarded Peter Lee and the other quacks as gods, or at least the messengers of God. Since there was a God, there would also be a ghost or a devil that was the opposite of God.

When Peter Lee was preaching to them, he often described the products of modern technology as the temptation of the devil. He called those who were caught but refused to convert evil spirits possessed by the devil, which was equivalent to the existence of the devil.

Even they themselves didn't know how many wronged souls were wandering under this small bay.

Usually, they didn't care and didn't think in this direction at all. But today, in this dark night, could it be that those vengeful spirits were going to collectively come out to claim their lives?