Finally, they loaded the last battery onto the truck, and Will wiped his sweat—while his companions were still adjusting the sound equipment on the vehicle.
The adjustment process should be completed very soon.
Cheng Yiran, meanwhile, sat in the corner of the container. Will walked over curiously and saw that he was holding a guitar in one hand and a phone in the other.
He listened for a while, then plucked the strings lightly on the guitar.
"Cheng, what are you doing... composing at a time like this?" Will couldn't help but be surprised.
Although Will couldn't call himself a musician, as a rock enthusiast, he knew what Cheng Yiran's state meant.
Cheng Yiran nodded and then extended his phone, indicating that Will should listen to the sound as well—Will took it over and listened curiously for a while.
"Is this... 'Covenant of the Moon'?"
Will quickly recognized the source of the sound—it was the ritual song sung by that young beast girl.
