Pet King

The village, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, had now become an empty city no different from a Native American village. Most of the people had run away, leaving only a few guards whose backs had almost been stepped on and could not get up, as well as a herd of wild boars feasting on the farmland.

The wild boars that had been venting their anger calmed down a little, mainly because the high-frequency sound waves that had been lingering in their ears had quietly stopped.

Sihwa received the signal to stop singing. It was Zhang Zian who used the flashlight to send out the light signal that had been agreed on in advance. It was nothing more than a simple combination of lighting it up and turning it off a few times. If it was complicated, she wouldn't be able to understand it.

He had been lying on the headland to observe the situation. It was at a 90-degree angle from the center of the sound waves, so the impact was much less. After all, the higher the frequency of the sound waves, the more concentrated they were. But even so, his eardrums were not very comfortable, as if something had entered them. He always wanted to reach his little finger in and scratch it.

He didn't want to hurt the innocent. What if the villagers were brainwashed too deeply and refused to leave the village? There was no other way. He could only ask Sihwa to stop and think of other ways. He couldn't really let their brains be cooked and their blood vessels burst, right? Besides, Sihwa's voice might not really reach the frequency of a microwave. He was not sure, and Sihwa was not sure.

If it could really reach the frequency of a microwave ... Would he be able to sell the microwave at home as a second-hand local and take it from the same city?

Although Sihwa's singing had stopped, the people who ran away did not come back. First, they had run too far away in panic, and second, they could not be sure if the singing had really stopped.

This was good, the fewer people in the way, the better.

After this ordeal, especially when the wild boars were rampaging through the village, they had destroyed several houses. These houses were all made of wood, and it was night time now. The villagers 'lighting was completely dependent on candles and oil lamps. This led to a problem. The villagers and guards were affected by the high-frequency sound waves. When they fled in a panic, they did not notice that a few candles and oil lamps had fallen in the chaos.

The candles and oil lamps first lit up the tablecloth, then the table and chairs.

The house and the simple furniture inside were all made of wood, which was a natural lighting material.

If there were people present, the current fire could still be controlled. Although wooden houses were easy to burn, compared to modern buildings, they lacked gasoline, gas, alcohol, rubber, plastic, and other combustion-supporting materials, as well as synthetic materials that would emit poisonous smoke when burning. It was relatively easy to put out the fire.

Unfortunately, most of them had run away.

When Zhang Zian saw the fire jump up from a roof through the telescope, he was shocked. He was not the wise Zhuge Liang, and the fire was not in his plan.

There were hills and highlands on the other side of the North Channel, which could be divided into three parts: At the bottom was the farm, because the farm had to be cultivated on the land, not on the stone. The slightly higher elevation was the main body of the village made of wooden houses, where the muddleheaded farmers and most of the guards lived. The terrain was higher than the flat ground, so it could avoid the tide from pouring in during typhoons and tsunamis. The hills became precipitous as they went higher, and a winding path led to a large house at a higher place. Although it was not as good as a European castle, it was not much worse. That was where the high-ranking people lived, overlooking the entire Bay and the nearby forest.

Since ancient times, the big shots had always lived on high ground. This had never changed.

Just as Zhang Zian's South Sea Cape was not affected by the high-frequency sound waves, the big house at the top of the North Sea Cape was even less affected. When the adults were drinking and talking, they did not hear the faint singing from the sea at all.

The guard who was waiting for the news ran along the path to the big house, panting. Then, he went in to inform the guard of the big house, because Peter Lee had told him that there were guests tonight, and they were not to be disturbed unless it was important.

The guards of the mansion were not sure if the singing of the female ghost was important, so they stopped the messenger from entering. After a while, the second guard almost rolled and crawled up, saying that the large group of people who went to the seaside to investigate had not returned. It was suspected that the entire Army had been annihilated. The guards of the mansion felt that something was wrong and quickly ran in to report.

In the luxurious banquet hall of the big house, Peter Lee was standing proudly, raising his glass with a red face. He was about to drink with the guests when he was interrupted by the guard who suddenly pushed the door open.

The guard whispered a few words to Peter Lee with a pale face and simply told him about all the strange things that had happened below.

Peter Lee was stunned and whispered,""You're serious?"

The guard nodded with a bitter smile. How could he dare to speak nonsense about this matter?

Peter Lee was still wearing his iconic white suit with a colorful silk scarf around his neck. He didn't wear brown sunglasses like he did during the day.

He was very calm. It was clearly a mess below, but he didn't rush to check the situation. Instead, he muttered to himself, trying to analyze the current situation.

Ghost Song of the Sea and the missing guards were obviously coming for him. He just didn't know which force was so powerful that 20 to 30 people could disappear without a trace.

The police?

FBI？

Army?

No, if these law enforcement officers were here, there would be no need to use tricks like Ghost Song. If they had substantial evidence of his crime, they could completely break through with armored vehicles, helicopters, and special Forces. No matter how strong his armed forces were, it was impossible to compete with the official law enforcement forces.

If they didn't have any substantial evidence, it would be impossible for them to be there. After all, he was a prominent figure and had a good personal relationship with the local chief.

So, this must be a personal grudge.

When it came to personal grudges, the first person he thought of was Zhang Zian.

He didn't know how Zhang Zian did it. He destroyed the power grid system of the slaughterhouse, sneaked in, stole a laptop, and escaped unscathed. Finally, he burned all the important equipment in the slaughterhouse ... After the equipment expert came to fix the damage, after inspection, they said that the equipment had been damaged before the fire. It was destroyed by a current far higher than the rated current. Even the transformer and voltage stabilizer did not play their role. It was like ... He had been struck by lightning.

Peter Lee was surprised. He knew that the mahogany forest was a lightning-struck area, so he had deliberately placed lightning rods on every higher building of the slaughterhouse. How could these lightning rods fail at the same time?

The principle and structure of the lightning rod were very simple. It had not changed much since its invention. Unless the lightning attracting lines of these lightning rod were all physically cut off, it was impossible for them to fail at the same time.

After that, he checked each lightning rod one by one, but they were all working normally without any signs of damage.