Abnormal creatures' communication group

She only understood one thing: she had killed another person who cared about her, and she couldn't make the same mistake again.

Little Red Riding Hood raised the sword tremblingly, pointed it at her wrist, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Just when she was about to chop it off cruelly, a grand voice pulled her into some mysterious and unknown vast space.

Countless stars passed by her eyes, the origin of the universe was revealed before her, a wider world, and things she had never seen before. A huge amount of basic knowledge was stuffed into her consciousness. She passively accepted what she saw and heard until a long time passed, or maybe a long time passed, or maybe it was just a moment, because the blood in her body was still warm.

She looked up blankly, looking at the invitation extended to her by that incomprehensible existence, asking her if she would like to join the chat group.

She naturally chose to agree, not because of the countless mysteries worth exploring that the other party showed her, but because the other party told her that completing the tragedy was the goal set by the chat group.

She thought of the people with blood on their hands and her relatives who were missing. What reason could she have to refuse?

Even if it was another trap, she would have no choice but to jump in because she had nothing left.

She gently closed her eyes, accepting this cruel fact and preparing herself for disappointment.

But she only felt a buzzing in her head. When she opened her eyes and looked up, everything had returned to the starting point, back to the starting point when she had just embarked on the journey and was still hesitating.

The body was gone, there was no blood on the hands, and the cape hadn't been dyed any brighter, which was great.

Little Red Riding Hood breathed a sigh of relief, but before she knew it, she was already in tears.

But what she didn't know was that this time reversal was not the ability of the chat group. Time could flow backwards because she had fragments of time in her body this week. Chatting had no way to directly interfere with a world. He could only complete his needs by issuing tasks and other means.

But he would not explain the facts, because when the other party truly felt the benefits of the chat group, even if she knew that this was something she could do on her own, the chat group itself did not say anything, but only promised to save the tragedy that had already occurred.

【Little Red Riding Hood joins the chat group】

When this message was sent out, everyone in the group was excited. Every additional group member represented the emergence of a new world and their power was getting stronger. No one thought this was a bad thing. The chat group had proved that even the most asshole person was not completely useless.

239 The Antidote to the Plague Contained in the Song

[God of the Void] Ghost: Welcome.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Welcome newcomer. By the way, why do I rarely see ghosts talking in the group?

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: Let me explain, it’s not an illusion. Ghosts basically never chat in the group except when welcoming new people.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? :??? Wait, what do you mean by "basically never"? I always feel like there's something wrong with that statement.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: ...It seems a little bit, sorry.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Ghosts don't usually show up. Most of the time, the public screen is filled with spam from a few of us, and then there's the Doctor and that bastard Tony, chatting about things we don't understand at all, and a lazy skeleton who occasionally finds someone he knows in the group to avoid the pasta and wonderful pies made by his brother, discusses with him, and then runs away to the other world?

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: So why do you have so much free time?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: It's not that I'm very idle. Sometimes I'm really busy. I just come to the group to chat when I'm free. After all, the essence of a chat group is to chat, gossip, and complain.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: That’s true, so, is no one paying attention to the newcomers?

[God of the Void] Ghost: I’m paying attention.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: I see this new guy isn't talking? Maybe he's still digesting it.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: If that human girl is in danger, the chat group should be the first to issue a warning and then let us go over to help, so there is no need to worry too much.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : By the way, Ghost, you're online today, is there something going on?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Please listen to the song.

After sending the message, it turned on the recording function in the chat group. The chat group seemed to have self-sensing capabilities and automatically locked onto the singer on the stage. Apart from that, nothing else was recorded.

The ghost's reason for doing this was simple. He just thought the song was nice and wanted to share it with his friends. As for Green, he started summoning him before he even sang. He felt that he should not miss this concert. Maybe he would have another chance to hear it in the future, but it would always be a little different.

When Green came over, the singing was just starting. He has always been a smart man, so he didn't say anything or ask anything. He just sat silently beside his father and listened quietly.

The singing was broadcasted, and everyone who opened the chat group heard the heavenly sound of the song, which was ethereal, clear, and gentle, as if it could make people melt and indulge in it.

As long as they have enough time to control their hands, basically everyone clicks on the broadcast of this song without worrying about the sound leaking out. The chat group has always taken strict protection measures in this regard. Except for the red envelopes or things in the store that can be materialized, other things cannot be discovered by the outside world by any means, let alone extracted.

Tony Stark was also immersed in it. He felt that the fatigue of many days was quietly eliminated by the moisturizing. This song may have the same effect as that hot spring, but there are some subtle differences.

But perhaps this was just an illusion. Tony Stark closed his eyes, and the chair that was hard just now instantly became like a soft water bed, wrapping him up completely and allowing it to sink. He really hadn't rested for too long.

It was not until Jarvis's reminder that Jin, who was almost falling asleep, was startled and woke up completely.

[Mr. Stark, some unknown changes have occurred in your body. Through analysis, we have determined that this is a positive change. According to the database analogy, there is a 95% probability that the changes in your soul will be reflected in your body. The rest is scattered data, with a probability of no more than 0.3% for each item.]

The discovery of this data completely awakened Tony Stark. His previous perception was definitely not an illusion. He now needed a lot of analogy experiments and tried to replicate the song in this world.

However, things in chat groups are usually encrypted and secure, and the other party's judgment method may not even rely on the body and brain, but on the soul.

Therefore, even if Tony Stark made some modifications to his body, he still had no way to record the audios he needed, but there was a way to export the things in the chat group. Since the last handwritten contract, he had used various attempts to find that there was almost no limit to what could be put in the red envelope, including those pictures.

So he went to talk to the ghost privately without hesitation. Although the ghost was surprised for a moment, he did not delay and immediately packed his recording into a red envelope and gave it to the other party.

Tony Stark stood in the middle of the empty house somewhat nervously, took a deep breath, and opened the red envelope as calmly as possible.

Just as he expected, a melodious sound appeared in the real world, and its effect was exactly the same as what he had heard in the video before. The activity of his soul seemed to have reached a peak. He was so ridiculous that he didn't care about his comfort at this time. Without any hesitation, he called out the changes in his physical fitness and soul fluctuations caused by consuming the soul water from the ghost world.

After a simple analogy, Tony Stark got the result he wanted, that is, compared to soul water that simply repairs and fills the possible gaps and cracks in the soul, the effect of singing in filling the soul is slightly weaker, but it will silently correct the errors in the soul, which means that the antidote developed with singing is closer to the state they want.

Tony Stark excitedly played the audio of the voice coming from the red envelope that he had re-recorded. The same singing voice echoed here again, but Tony Stark didn't even need to look at the experimental comparison results, he knew he was doomed to be disappointed.

That warm feeling is gone, now it's just a simple, beautiful song.

Ok.

Tony Stark sighed. Even though he had made preparations for failure, he was still inevitably disappointed when it actually happened.

If this method doesn't work, try another one. With this in mind, Tony Stark asked the ghost to give him ten or more red envelopes at once. At least at this stage, these red envelopes were enough.

240 Can you do something that people in the mortal world can do?

In fact, compared to the song that came out of the red envelope, the song he modulated was almost exactly the same in terms of sound, and the subtle differences were not even detectable by the machine.

He tried to use machines to analyze the audio track in the sound, rewrite a music score, and then perform it again.

But it just doesn't work. Even if you listen to it with your naked ears or even use a machine to judge the audio tracks, the difference between the two songs is almost gone. He has no way of denying the objective fact that this gap exists.

This discovery made him impatient. Tony Stark grabbed his hair tightly and announced a frustrating fact, which was that he had absolutely no way to replicate the recording.

So he opened the chat group, and among the comments of praise, complaints and comparisons, what he said attracted everyone's attention as deeply as a firefly glowing in the night.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: This song can also heal the soul. I think you should have felt the change, right? It has similar effects to Soul Water, but its function is more in line with our needs because it can correct errors, rather than managing both correct and incorrect repairs like Soul Water does.

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: Yes, I noticed that, but I didn't expect your movements to be so much faster than mine. How about it? Is there a way to record the singing soundtrack along with the action?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: To be honest, it is a little difficult. No, I can’t say it is a little difficult, it is almost impossible. I have tried simple recording, and then re-composed the music and played it again by a machine, but it didn’t work. Finally, I tried to use biomimetic technology to imitate the resonance of the human vocal cords to perform, but it didn’t work either.

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: What about insects? Have you considered trying to imitate the ever-changing vocalizations of insects one by one?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: I have considered using the sound produced by the friction between butterfly wings to perform this song, but I only tried the beginning and I knew it wouldn’t work. But you are right, the way insects make sounds is ever-changing, I will give it another try.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I have a new idea here, I will go and verify it.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Architect: What are they talking about?

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : Good question, what are they talking about?

[Balanced Scientists] Great Scientists: They are trying to replicate what is contained in the songs they heard. To be honest, I envy them because they all have their own laboratories.

[Judge] A unique skeleton: This is really surprising thinking. Okay, so you are conducting a unique experiment.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: It is unique, and the literary quality is really too poor.

[Judge] A bony skeleton: This is just a little funny joke. It seems you have no sense of humor.

Cell Man, the funny guy, was about to debate with him again, but his attention was quickly attracted by the singing, so he was too lazy to reply to the message.

[Sunshine Commander] Sunshine Porter: No, aren’t you listening to music?

The plants that had basically no presence in the group made a rare appearance. He saw such a surprising thing right at the beginning, which was simply indescribable and beyond words.

However, he was soon attracted by the content of the song. He needed to rest and relax after just finishing a battle. What Tony Stark gave him last time was very useful. At least it gave them a chance to breathe in the endless resistance. He certainly knew that he could issue tasks, but he was still wary of this place. Just like some plants would lie and some zombies would surrender to them, he couldn't naively think that everyone in the group was trustworthy.

In fact, Sunflower's idea was not wrong, but it was meaningless. It was because the doctor realized that it was meaningless to be wary of the people in the group that he felt so confident and bold to ask them for help.

After all, when he was at his most vulnerable, everyone treated him so kindly, and he had no reason to distrust them.

As for the cell man, he never trusted the people in the group before, but he didn't care.

Little Red Riding Hood: I don’t understand what you are talking about.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : It's okay, it's normal not to understand. I'm glad you're willing to come out and chat with us. After all, the new people in the group recently are weirder than each other. Now looking back, I realize Wilson is the most normal one.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: If I hadn't had your help, I would have died long ago. The threat of death has been following me like a shadow. I have fallen into the worst situation. What else can I not believe?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: It doesn't matter, it's normal not to understand. Let's just listen to the songs together. Don't worry about whether you can understand what they are saying or not. Because when we are unable to help each other, we maintain the principle of non-interference, because everyone's ideas and thinking are so different.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Do you need me to send the recording in the form of a red envelope?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: What does that mean? Although I don't quite understand it, I think I can have a share.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Tony Stark needs it, and you may need it too, so I'm asking.

A ghost's thoughts are always straightforward and unconcealed, which is probably one of the reasons why it can easily gain the favor of all the group members who know it.

Making friends with sincere and gentle people is indeed a great experience, as long as they don't have anything shameful to say.

Everyone who had the time basically asked the ghost for a separate audio bonus, but they couldn't really explain what it was for, but it couldn't hurt, right?

With this mentality, Steve opened the red envelope in the conference center where heated discussions were taking place. A melodious voice emanated from him, and all the villagers stopped discussing and looked at him.

"? Why are you looking at me? Keep talking. I don't understand what you're discussing. At most, I'll nod or shake my head... Wait, you guys can't all hear the noise, right?"

So, amidst everyone's nods, Steve was silent as a mute, unable to utter a single word.

He felt so embarrassed that he almost fell into the void. Adhering to the mentality that if they were to die, they had to die together, he opened the chat group with an expressionless face surrounded by BGM, and typed the following line of words with an expressionless face?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: I roughly understand how to use this red envelope. It can make you feel as if you are in a real scene. I recommend opening it and using it when listening to boring meetings. It is very useful.

Really, really, believe me, it really works.

241 He brought earth-shaking changes to this place

The sky in this land is always dark, without a trace of light.

When the ghost first came to this depressed and dilapidated town, there were only a few flickering street lights dimly lighting the way forward.

At that time, the village chief stood alone on the roadside, looking out calmly, perhaps waiting for lost travelers, or advising every insect who tried to go to that once glorious and now buried place to pursue their own glory, telling the history of the past.

But there were very few passers-by here, and there was only the dead silence, occasionally interspersed with the rustling of grass leaves blown by the wind, and there was no movement worth paying attention to.

There is no concept of the sun here, and there is no day or night. The sky should be as dark as ink as always, just like the void that once settled in the deepest part of the earth.

But at this moment, the sky was illuminated by the bright white light, as bright as day, as if it was shining just as brightly.

The sound of wind blowing through the long grass was replaced and covered up by the singing. The singing gently enveloped the place, and all the insects were immersed in the tenderness of all new life, swaying gently with the singing, and no one made a sound to disturb.

The narrow paths have long been widened, the dilapidated houses have been renovated and made as neat as new, and crowded swarms of insects are huddled in this prosperous town. All the loneliness is gone, and hope and honor are rebuilt here. This new branch growing on the corpse of the old dynasty will be more prosperous than before.

All the insects were immersed in this grand banquet, and ghosts were no exception.

The two eye-like openings on the empty container, which had been open all along, now closed, as if closing its eyes.

Like all insects, it had its eyes tightly closed.

However, it can still see everything clearly. After all, the two holes on the mask are just for decoration, and this body is just a container for the void. It is the void itself. For the void that has expanded infinitely to the point where it can almost fill the entire kingdom, it is just a matter of clearly viewing the entire town. It is too easy.

The Void scanned every bug silently, and no one noticed except Green and the one who looked up purely subconsciously.

Ghosts rarely try this kind of perspective, but it is indeed quite interesting. Besides, every insect has its eyes closed, and it doesn't want to be the exception, so it closes its eyes as well.

It's not that I'm just following the crowd, I just don't want to spoil the fun of other bugs.

And it genuinely felt a certain kind of joy for this unprecedented event? No, it was different. It was a feeling called relief. It truly and sincerely infused this kingdom with its own emotions, these emotions intertwined and twisted into ropes, completely tying it down, leaving its mark here.

At the beginning, the ghost wanted to build this Holy Nest only because many bugs were reminiscing about the past prosperity, and it had seen too many bugs burning themselves for this country. For those respectable bugs, it made a vow that it had no idea how heavy at the time, and worked hard for it with trepidation.

Until now, this expectation and wish is no longer something it does passively to satisfy others, because it truly and meaningfully feels the feedback and gains.

When it thought of this, it looked at the place where Bumblebee was sitting with a guilty conscience, seeing that the other party had taken some time out to watch this event that should not be missed.

As for helping to deal with things that sound very complicated and that it has no way of understanding, it can't do anything about it.

Ghosts are very clear that their need for themselves is more like a mascot, that is, a symbolic need, just like the middle witness of a contract, but objectively speaking, there is no need for them to exist.