Chapter 213

The sound was light, low, and the rustling sound of electric current was as if it was tightly pressed against the ears. It was cold and cold, and the temperature around me seemed to drop, with a creepy and terrifying meaning.

“!!!”

Wen Jianyan's scalp was numb and he almost threw the radio of his hand away.

The sound was still continuing, like a signal.

The next second, more noises sounded from all directions and sounded in the huge shop.

"Shasha...Tomorrow's weather forecast is about to begin, everyone...shasha...Tonight..."

The graceful male voice broadcast intermittently in the broadcasting cavity.

On the other side, the sound of electric current rustled in the radio, and the humming sounds sounded, the graceful female voice had a weird tone, and humming a weird tune.

A mellow male voice came from behind:

"...This is a radio story meeting, and today we will tell you the next story..."

Under the dim and faint light, countless radios in the store began to ring without anyone starting, and the program started to play on their own.

Everyone looked up and searched for the source of the sound in a hurry.

In the swaying light, everyone's face was pale, and there was a panic look in their eyes with extremely uncertainty.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt something, and he suddenly lowered his head and looked at the radio that he was holding.

The strange male voice just now had disappeared, and a household song was playing intermittently on the radio. The tune of this song was familiar and cheerful, and the slight electric current sound seemed to change, which inexplicably gave people an extremely uneasy feeling.

He felt... cold.

Very cold.

The coldness of the frozen Yu Han Bingzhi slowly climbed along his fingers, spreading along the texture. Under his gaze, Wen Jianyan saw that his fingers holding the radio were turning into a blue-white color at a speed that was acceptable to the naked eye, stiff and cold, as if it was being eroded by death, and the dark corpse spots were slowly emerging from under the skin.

It seems...he is starting with his fingers and dying little by little.

not good!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he quickly released the radio and threw it aside without any hesitation.

The brown radio hit a corner of the shelf, and the metal shell made a crisp sound, as if it was swaying in his mind.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the sound of that song has become louder.

Wen Jianyan looked down at his hand.

After releasing the radio, his fingers did not return to their original state, and were still blue and white, stiff, as cold as a dead person. What's worse is... Although the radio had already lost his hand, the erosion of death did not disappear. In just a few seconds, half of his palm had turned into a strange color, and dense corpse spots were spread on his skin, which was particularly shocking.

His heart sank.

It seems that it is not a question to be exposed to.

On the other hand, there was a hidden surprise communication sound from their teammates. It seemed that they had a complete situation. Before they knew it, a scent of odor spread in the store.

It was obvious that it had just passed, and the entire store was shrouded in a shadow of death.

Wen Jianyan did not listen carefully to the content of his teammates' communication. Now, what others are talking about is no longer of great help to him.

What really matters to him is how to race against time.

Wen Jianyan stared at the brown radio in front of him, his brain running rapidly, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.

Calm, calm.

This is the time when we can't panic.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up the brown radio with his hand that gradually turned into a corpse. Sure enough, after touching the radio, the speed of death corrosion did not decrease, but it did not speed up. In other words, his initial guess was correct, and whether he touched the radio was irrelevant to the danger he was facing now.

His eyes fell on the radio, and the small light symbolizing the power supply was flashing. With the flickering frequency, the humming songs were roaring in his ears.

So, is there any question that might be a sound?

Wen Jianyan made a quick decision and exchanged soundproof equipment from the system store, blocking his ears tightly.

It's easy for the naked eye, and the speed of the blue and black spreading on the palms has stopped.

In other words, this move is indeed effective. The "curse" of the radio is transmitted through sound. As long as the sound is blocked, people will be safe to a certain extent.

but……

Is it really that simple?

Wen Jianyan cannot guarantee it.

"Clog your ears!"

Wen Jianyan strode forward while raising his voice and shouting loudly.

At least for now, he could only share the clues he had found. As for how useful it can be, will there be more dangers in the future...

Wen Jianyan is uncertain.

But he knew that the sooner they would be able to get rid of the sound source, the sooner they would be safer.

According to the experience of the previous floor, although this door cannot stop the "customer" from the front, it can play a certain blocking role for this strange supernatural product.

In any case, try to find out if it works.

Wen Jianyan stared at the glass door that was getting closer and closer, subconsciously speeding up.

After putting on the soundproof earmuffs, my ears seemed to be stuck in cotton, and all the sounds seemed to be blurred in chaos, perfectly blocking the sound of the radio.

but……

As time goes by, Wen Jianyan suddenly discovered something was wrong.

The thin, faint humming sound pierced into my mind like a needle. It was light at first and almost completely unaware of it. However, as time passed, the sound gradually increased in chaos and gradually became clear!

“…!”

Wen Jianyan suffocated his breath and quickly checked his own soundproof earplugs.

Intact.

The melody seemed to be ringing in my mind, extremely strange.

After the sound rang, the coldness of the fingertips continued to spread.

In just a few dozen seconds, Wen Jianyan's entire palm turned into a blue-black color, and, with the continuous broadcast of the radio, the color continued to extend upward along his wrist.

The cold feeling of ghost energy penetrated into the texture, the bones were giggling and trembling, and the whole hand became stiff, making it more and more difficult to move.

Wen Jianyan felt cold sweat oozing from his forehead and subconsciously gritted his teeth.

really.

The dangers brought by this radio are not so easy to deal with -!

He jogged.

When the blue-black color spread to the forearm, Wen Jianyan had already rushed to the counter.

The next second, the fire of the oil lamp suddenly jumped violently, expanding without warning, the burning rate suddenly accelerated, and the store was suddenly illuminated for a moment.

“?!”

Wen Jianyan was stunned and turned his head to look at the oil lamp.

The sound in my ears was suppressed again and became fainter again.

and……

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and moved his wrists. The blue-black corpse spots on his arms were slowly fading away, and the cold feeling was also weakening.

Sure enough, the light of the oil lamp can alleviate this trend and alleviate the impact of sound on humans!

In the blink of an eye, the glass door was already in front of me.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze.

He opened the door, swung his arms, and swung the brown radio outward!

The radio disappeared into the boundless darkness. A second before the darkness spread into the shop, Wen Jianyan suddenly closed the door.

The strange melody came to an abrupt end, and the ears fell into silence.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

feasible.

He turned his head and only a few others were rushing in this direction. Obviously, after a brief panic, they also began to break the situation. This method was simplest and crude, and it was their most preferred method.

Wen Jianyan opened his body sideways and made way for the few people running behind him.

His eyes fell on the radio in their hands.

The radio is big and small, with different colors, but without exception, they all belong to the "title goods" selected by nursery rhymes.

In other words, the talent of nursery rhymes is indeed accurate. The radio that is located, which may contain danger, has indeed become their life-seeking ghost after the "customers" leave.

Hurry, everyone threw the radio outside the door.
To be continued...