Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 704 Crybaby

"What's wrong!?"

Freya woke up a little later than Milo, but her reaction was much better.

He stood up almost instantly and then banged his head against the top of the cave.

Yes, she couldn't stand completely upright in the cave, or she would bump her head.

Moreover, her head was very hard; with such a sudden thrust, it was actually the rock layer at the top of the cave that shattered, while she only showed a "slight pain" expression on her face.

...

……

The sound from the mountaintop did not stop there. The sound waves would pause every ten seconds or so, and each time they rang out, they would become even more piercing and sharp than before. Moreover, the eerie sound was very much like some kind of hysterical howl. Although the timbre was more like the sound of some kind of machinery or a huge object scraping against something, there was no denying that the piercing sound waves were carrying extremely complex emotions.

Pain, fear, torment, grief...

Milo wasn't even awakened by the loud volume; he was "awakened" by the emotions that settled within the sound.

Even now, he still has goosebumps on his arms.

"That's crying, right?"

Taking advantage of a lull in the ear-piercing roar, Milo asked Freya.

"Yes." Freya nodded.

She frowned.

Milo noticed this as well, and asked, "What?"

“Normally it should have stopped by now, but the intensity of its sound waves is getting higher and higher. What on earth is happening at the top of the mountain…” Freya noticed that some cracks were starting to appear on the stone walls of the cave.

"So it means it happens like this at night too?" Milo muttered to himself.

...

Freya's expression changed when a finger-width crack suddenly appeared in the cave wall:
"No! We have to leave; this cave can't hold out any longer."

The howling coming from the direction of the plateau summit showed no sign of stopping. In the intervals between roars, before the echoes of the previous roars had completely disappeared into the mountains, the next roar, even sharper and more painful, would ring out.

This was Milo's first real night in the Cold Plains Mountains, and he had no idea that there was a tradition of "haunting" in the middle of the night.

As more and more boulders rolled down from the heights outside the cave, the two knew that if they didn't leave soon, they would be buried alive.

……

So they packed their belongings and, one after the other, rushed out of the cave during a lull in the roaring mountains.

Both of them were injured. Milo's old wounds had not healed, and Freya still had the venom of the Cold Spider in her body, but the latter was much tougher than the former.

They rushed towards the woods diagonally below, narrowly avoiding rolling rocks several times on the slope. Milo felt as if his chest and abdomen were being torn apart; the intense pain made it impossible for him to control his steps.

Freya then arrested him.

They weren't exactly gentle either; when you're running for your life, you don't have time to think about anything else.

Compared to the tall, slender Greek girl's imposing physique, Milo, who was being grabbed by the collar and flailing about in the air the entire time, looked as frail as a... kite, yes, a kite indeed...

...

The good news is that they successfully made it off that slope.

Oh, to be precise, Freya rushed out of that slope and dragged Milo over with her.

……

Once you enter the dense forest area, you are completely safe.

Even if some boulders collide on the slope and roll to the side, they will be stopped by the thick trees at the edge.

Both of them were lying on the ground, panting heavily, as if they were afraid that the other would suck all the oxygen in the space.

Freya was out of breath because the toxins affected her physical abilities and she had been running at high speed for a short period of time.

Milo, on the other hand, almost suffocated because Freya had grabbed his collar so tightly when they were running away that he couldn't breathe the whole time...

...

After catching their breath for about twenty seconds, the battle for oxygen was finally over.

And the roar coming from the top of the mountain also subsided in perfect harmony.

Milo finally had a chance to ask Freya about the roar:
"What the hell is that?" Freya tossed her white hair, which was hanging loosely over her face, behind her and asked without thinking:

"That's 'Leng Yuan the Crybaby'."

Then she saw the "waiting for the rest" expression on Milo's face and realized something.

He asked incredulously, "You didn't know?"

Freya's expression seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?"
"I don't know," Milo said, shrugging.

"You've come from a very far place, haven't you?" Freya then realized that she had never asked Milo about his origins.

“Very far.” Milo nodded.

Enchanted Forest, Ancient Giant City, Xin's Tomb Complex, Pans Canyon, Ghoul's Lair... This route is incredibly long.

"The story of the Crying Ghost is an ancient legend. Some say that the gods sealed the vengeful spirit that had violated taboos in the coldest place on the Cold Plains Mountains. That vengeful spirit was once a source of magic priests on the high mountains of the Cold Plains. Every night, all creatures in the southeastern part of the Cold Plains could hear a very faint crying sound, which is the origin of its nickname 'Crying Ghost.' It is said that in the past, the crying sound was even weaker than the sound of the wind, almost impossible to detect, but for some reason, it has become so frantic now..."

Freya, as always, told everything she knew.

She didn't speak very fast, and most of the time she didn't even understand certain words or expressions. By the time she finished speaking, Milo had already cleared a patch of sand and lit a campfire.

"Where did you hear that from?" He looked up at Freya.

“I heard this from the old sailors on the ship when I was smuggling myself to this continent. There are many similar stories. Would you like to hear them?” Freya blinked and asked.

"Touching taboos, being sealed by the gods, crying when it gets dark." Milo waved his hand: "The other stories are all the same old clichés, I don't want to hear them."

He found a dry spot and sat down next to the fire.

On the surface, he seemed to have no interest in the so-called "crybaby," but in his heart, he began to ponder.

If, as Freya said, the Crybaby was sealed by the gods, and now that the gods have fallen into the abyss, does that mean the seal might have loosened or even disappeared, which is why there was that heart-wrenching wail that could almost cause mountains to collapse?

Great, we've found the culprit again.

Most importantly, amidst those screams and howls, Milo felt a very clear and real sense of fear...

This immediately sparked his interest.

……

...

"So, are we spending the night here? There might be some cold spiders around."

Milo warmed his hands while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.

Freya shook her head:

"If it were just a cold spider, that would be fine."

“You mean those visionaries who come for the Psalms?” Milo asked.

Freya said, "Hmm~, if it's just a Spirit Vision user, it's not a big problem, unless..."

"Unless what?"