Digging To Survive: I Can See Hints Chapter 583 - The Mysterious Pied Piper Of The Temple

Chapter 583 - The Mysterious Pied Piper Of The Temple

Klein let out a long breath and tried his best to calm his mind. This wasn't magic, and there was only one person playing the flute.

"If I'm not wrong, this gigantic temple is the legendary echo wall. As long as you stand in the right spot and shout loudly, or make any sound, the sound will come back from all directions, forming an imposing aura of an army!"

James seemed to have recalled such legends as well. He felt that the mystical echo wall could only be seen in the relevant tourist spots.

He never expected it to become a means for someone to attack outsiders, making it impossible to guard against.

The worst part was that the flute sounds came from all directions. There was really no way to determine the true location of the Pied Piper.

After splitting open two more pillars, he still couldn't find the elusive fellow.

However, Klein seemed to have grasped some of the patterns. Since it was an echo wall, what he was echoing was only a real sound that was produced by itself.

In other words, that sound must have been the first to be heard.

That was because the first sound was a series of continuous music. Under such circ.u.mstances, it was very difficult to determine where the sound came from first.

This required very strong hearing, as well as very good a.n.a.lytical skills!

Klein closed his eyes tightly and took his hand away from his ear.

Although the ear-piercing sound of the flute gave him a splitting headache and his temples throbbed non-stop, he still focused his attention and identified the source of the sound.

Previously, Klein had discovered that this person's flute playing technique wasn't very good. There was only one tone over and over again.

Perhaps this tone could indeed stimulate snakes or humans.

And there were only eight to nine tones that appeared repeatedly. Klein quickly determined the order of the tones.

Then, he began to wait, waiting for the tone to be repeated from the beginning.

As such, the first place that sounded this tone was where the mysterious flute player was!

Klein's eyes instantly lit up as he looked at the deepest stone pillar. Indeed, there was a strange figure shaking behind the pillar!

"I think I've found the place. You guys stay here. I'll go take a look!"

With that said, Klein had already dashed out and found the source of the flute's sound at lightning speed.

When he rushed in front of the mysterious flute-playing person, he saw the person's face filled with shock and disbelief.

They didn't expect that someone would be able to find the hidden location so accurately.

Klein grabbed the dead person's shoulder and lifted him up before throwing him out.

With a clang, a tall figure was thrown to the ground. The flute in his hand instantly fell off, producing a crisp sound.

Only then did Klein realize that the piccolo was actually made of bone, which was why the sound was so ear-piercing!

The person lying on the ground kept asking questions.

"How... How did you discover the location? Unbelievable! This is simply unbelievable!"

Other than the Pied Piper, there were also Macbeth and James who were shocked.

Who would have thought that there was really someone other than the Carmelas in this place?

It was not that this place was uninhabited, and basically no one dared to approach it.

There was actually someone living here, and this person could even manipulate the local snake population. This was obviously a resident who had lived here for a long time.

Macbeth frowned slightly. He suddenly thought about this place, and the situation was more complicated than he had imagined.

He walked up and reached out to grab the person's shoulder. He discovered that the person who was wrapped in a white cloth was a strange man with a full beard.

Because the beard was too thick, his entire face was extremely weathered. It was impossible to see his face clearly.

His head was also covered by a thick hat. He looked like a vagrant who was praying everywhere.

Macbeth looked at Klein and said, "To be honest, I'm also quite curious about how Klein found out your exact location. Let's make a deal. Tell us who you are and why you're here? "Then I'll let Klein tell you the real reason why he found out your location!"

Klein didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't expect Macbeth to actually offer him conditions.

The Pied Piper sighed softly, his voice somewhat hoa.r.s.e.

"Let me get up first. How can I speak if I'm lying on the ground?!"

Only then did Klein realize that the Pied Piper wasn't young anymore. If it wasn't for some special reason, why would he live in such a desolate and desolate place?

Helpless, he reached out and grabbed the man's shoulder, lifting him up.

Although the man was tall, he was very thin under his clothes. It was as though he had been malnourished for a long time and was only skin and bones.

Klein asked, "Also, is there anyone else besides you in this place? Is that mysterious black-clothed man related to you?"

Klein asked a series of questions. He judged that there was a high possibility that there was a connection between this person and that black-clothed man.

As long as he could find out their exact location, the rest of the matter would be resolved.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the guy with the scarf on his head was completely clueless. He even had an innocent expression on his face.

'It was obvious that you were the ones who invaded my territory, and I was only using my own methods to resist. Why are you treating me like I'm a bad person?!'

"I've lived in this place for more than 30 years. This is my territory. I'm afraid you guys don't know what this place is, right?"

Macbeth blinked and looked around. Wasn't this just a dilapidated temple? What was so strange about it?

"Raising so many disgusting Carmelas in the temple, this is already your blasphemy and disrespect to the G.o.ds."

Everyone in each dimension had their own beliefs, although recently, there were fewer and fewer people who believed in the G.o.ds.

More and more people liked to rely on their own efforts to obtain resources.

However, some older people still liked to insist on their habit of wors.h.i.+pping the G.o.ds.

For example, this flute player with a big beard.

Upon hearing Macbeth's words, an extremely angry expression appeared on the flute player's face. He didn't look like a prisoner who had been controlled by someone.

"What do you young people know? The lives wors.h.i.+pped here are originally human-headed and snake-bodied. These Carmelas are the descendants of the G.o.ds. It's only right and proper to raise them here!"

Klein suddenly had an idea.. He had a high probability of getting some information from this fellow, and he could also determine who the temple wors.h.i.+ped.