I, the Pirate King of the East China Sea

Afterwards, Seeger saw the drunken man froze suddenly, looking around.

"Who's talking? Who's that?"

It was already night at this time, and Sig chose a remote street, and there was no one else on the road.

And Sig and the bald head were also hiding in the dark, and were not discovered by the drunk.

For a moment, the drunk man panicked and looked around.

【Boss, what should I say now? 】

The voice of the bald head sounded in Sig's heart.

"Just say... I am your voice, I am yourself," Seeger said.

The bald head was stunned for a moment, but then he continued to stare at the drunk man and conveyed his heartfelt words.

"Voice of heart?" The drunk was startled, and then suddenly realized.

"What, it turned out to be my own voice, I thought someone else was there..."

The drunk man muttered to himself, hiccupped, and easily accepted this setting.

Afterwards, he closed his mouth and didn't speak any more. He just walked forward slowly, obviously communicating with the "heart voice" in his mind.

At this point, the bald head nodded secretly to Sig.

[Boss Sig is still thoughtful, now I can communicate with that drunk man through my heart. 】The ability of Whisper Fruit is able to transmit its own voice to various animals.

But if you want to achieve silent communication with the other party, you must obtain the consent of the other party and let go of your guard.

Therefore, after the drunk accepts the setting of "this is my heartfelt voice", he naturally lets down his guard.

"Now you have to listen carefully, I plan to teach you...the attack moves with the ability of Whispering Fruit." Seeger said seriously.

Chapter 305 The Power of Sound

In the dark, Sig whispered to the bald head for a while, and then the bald head's expression changed.

A heartfelt voice was transmitted into the drunk man's mind.

【I'm so sleepy, now I just want to go home and sleep...】

The drunk man smacked his mouth and continued to

[But I suddenly remembered one thing, I bought a balloon in the Chambord Paradise that day...] "Hey, is there such a thing? It seems to be, but it doesn't seem to be?"

The drunk man muttered to himself.

However, following the narration of his inner voice, he subconsciously imagined a plausible memory in his mind...

This is not some superpower brought by the whisper fruit.

It's just that after the drunk man mistook the words of the bald head for his own voice, he would subconsciously follow the guidance of the voice and imagine a scene in his heart.

[Then I grasped the balloon tightly with my hands, put my ear close to the balloon, and rubbed my fingers against it to make a sound...] Hiss

The drunk man stopped in his tracks, subconsciously took a breath, and scratched his arms with both hands, already covered in goose bumps.

"It seems to be effective, continue to the next one." Sig urged in a low voice.

[Then, I saw a blackboard next to me, so I walked over and scratched the surface of the blackboard with my fingernails...] 'Ah----"

The drunk man's face was a little distorted, and he was in a bad mood.From the voice in his head, he seemed to think of the sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard.

[The sound of plastic foam rubbing...the sound of chalk rubbing against a blackboard...the sound of bicycle brakes...the screaming of a woman...the groundhog...] The bald man's inner voice was getting faster and deeper, Like the whisper of the devil, it sounded in the heart of the drunk.

"Stop it, stop it..."

[Find a toothpick, stick it into the gap between the toenails, and kick it hard at the wall. ] Just listening to the voice in his heart, the drunk man felt a faint phantom pain from the position of his toenails...

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, you are not my voice at all, you are the devil! The devil is speaking to me!"

The drunk man no longer cared about talking to the voice in his heart, screamed loudly, kicked up his feet and ran out.

This movement also startled many residents, and people poked their heads out of the windows on both sides of the road.

But after seeing the drunk man running wildly, they all cursed the drunk maniac, and then closed the window again.

This night, it was quiet again.

In the dark, the bald man stared at Sig beside him in a daze.

Goosebumps also appeared on his arms unconsciously.

Apparently, when describing those voices, he himself unconsciously associated them...

"Is this the attack method of Whisper Fruit?"

The bald head was still a little dazed.

"No, this is just a prank at best. On the battlefield, the enemy will not let go of their minds and follow your voice step by step to associate..."

Sig shook his head.

Those just now are just a small test.

"You try to imagine, the sound of rain, and pass that sound to me," Seeger said.

The bald head was obviously taken aback, although he controlled his mind, he began to imagine.

The next moment, Sieg's heart reverberated with the sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

However, this sound is somewhat different from the rain in the natural world after all. After all, it belongs to the imagination of the bald head, not the sound of the real natural world.

"It's really what I thought. In this case, the sound shell I prepared will come in handy."

Sig muttered to himself.

He took out a sound shell from his pocket.

Yinbei is a specialty of Sky Island, but there seems to be a small amount circulating in the Great Route.

For example, in Brooke's head, there is a sound shell, which records the last chorus of the Rumba Pirates decades ago.

The sound shell in Sig's hand was taken from Brooke's hand--the Rumba Pirates had more than one sound shell, and what Brook gave to Sig was left by the Rumba Pirates A few idle sound shells.

The fruit of whispering is to pass on the voice in one's heart to others and communicate with them.

But why does the voice in my heart have to be a human voice?

Even the human voice has many variations.

As long as your brain is strong enough, you can even replace your own voice with Lolita, or loop a song in your brain.

And the fruit of whispering is obviously not just passing words.

As long as the imagination ability in the brain of the capable person is strong enough, he can simulate various sounds and forcibly play various sounds in other people's minds.

"This is your trump card. You can turn on the sound shell, record this sound, and then try to pass this sound to others."

Seeger said, put the sound shell into the hand of the bald head, and then took a few steps back calmly.

The bald head hesitated for a moment, turned on the sound shell, and immediately heard a sharp strange sound coming from inside.

It's the weird squeaky sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard...

Just listening to it, the bald head felt like a cat scratching, his scalp was slightly numb, and at the same time, a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body again.

His expression was also a little impatient.

Even he was a little unbearable with this kind of attack.

This means that these strange and high-pitched voices must be deeply embedded in the mind before they can be transmitted to the hearts of others.

If the sound is not clearly remembered, it will be distorted and lose that scalp-numbing effect.

"What a strange move... Is this really the fruit I've been dreaming of?"

The bald head suddenly suspected that he had chosen the wrong fruit.

"You practice hard here, I have to leave beforehand."

Seeger patted the bald head on the shoulder, and then gradually walked away.

During the practice process of the bald head, but you have to keep turning on the sound shell to listen to those strange noises, Sig doesn't want to wait any longer.

"Okay boss, no problem boss."

The bald head immediately regained his vitality, and hibernated quietly in the night, constantly turning on and off the sound shell, listening to the sound in the sound shell repeatedly.

A moment later, the bald head in the dark saw a woman walking out of a deep alley.

It was a nun in a black robe who seemed to belong to a certain church.

When the nun appeared, the bald head silently put down the sound shell in his hand.

"Where is a lost lamb...:

Bald muttered to himself.

Compared with the attack moves that Sig ordered, he still wanted to try his original idea.

His voice sounded in the nun's heart.

"Who? Who is talking?"

The nun was terrified at first, exactly the same as the drunk man before, and looked around.

But when she realized that the voice sounded directly in her mind, her face gradually became solemn.

"Is this my lord speaking to me in heaven? Praise my lord, I actually received my lord's oracle in my lifetime!"

The Goddess of Cultivation stood still, praying devoutly.

But for a moment, the nun had let go of her defenses and continued to communicate silently with the bald head.

【I am not your god! 】

The bald man's voice was serious.The nun's idea was rejected at once.

"Aren't you my lord?"

The nun's eyes were full of confusion, but then she kept struggling.