"BUZZ."
"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ."
An endless expanse of red still filled Mo Ling's vision. His senses seemed to remain imprisoned.
He felt himself separate from the Finger Insect's body and plunge once more into the depths of the Sea of Blood.
But now, faint "buzzing" sounds echoed through the once-silent Sea of Blood, like flies hovering by his ear...
...
"Flee, flee far away..."
Mo Ling gradually realized he could understand those strange buzzing sounds. It was a very simple language, using the length and weight of different "buzzes" to distinguish words and meanings.
"Flee? Why do we have to flee?"
Mo Ling stammered out the question. His voice traveled forward and bounced back, and by sensing the returning sound, he was somehow able to sketch an outline in his mind.
The outline looked like an ear, currently spinning in the air. It was the very thing urging him to escape.
