"Attention!"
Wang Meng's voice rang out over the public channel, ensuring that Liu Zheng and the other Mecha Legion personnel could all hear him.
"This Qin Worm's music is wrong. Everyone, be careful."
The sound of the qin grew louder. Even inside the cockpit, it could not be completely blocked out.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Liu Zheng felt the lights in the cockpit gradually dimming. The light had not vanished completely, but had taken on a cold hue.
He calmly observed his surroundings, then suddenly discovered that he was exhaling white breath inside his helmet.
The temperature in the cockpit had dropped!
He checked the instruments, but the data displayed on them showed that the cockpit temperature was normal, maintaining a constant 26 degrees.
Yet his body felt that the temperature in the cockpit had dropped by at least eight to ten degrees.
Just then.
He heard a child's voice behind him. It was shrill and trembling, as if the child had been frightened by something.
"Daddy," the voice called. "Why don't you want me anymore? Was I a bad child? Or do you hate me, Daddy?"
Liu Zheng's heart began to race. He felt a chill sweep over him from behind.
He turned his head, but saw only pitch-black darkness. Yet he clearly sensed the child's presence, as if it were right behind his shoulder.
Liu Zheng could not help shuddering. As a colonel of the Mecha Legion, he had seen all kinds of perilous situations, but now he felt afraid. This emotion had spread inexplicably through the depths of his heart.
The voice behind him rang out again. It was no longer innocent like a child's, but filled with resentment and pain.
"Daddy," the voice called again. "Why don't you want me? Why did you grind