Chapter 321: Changes in the Pseudoman Sports
Because the source of the ripples in the gray mist was not in the dome, and the dome only cut into one part of the gray mist, just like... putting a fish basket into the water.
And the boss and the teachers...are the ones who reached out and pressed the fish basket into the water to prevent it from floating out?
Or on the contrary, they are the ones who pull the fish basket hard to prevent it from sinking?
But no matter what the situation is, the current situation of the dome seems to be cut into a certain section of gray fog.
Although the closed dome prevented rainwater from entering the interior of the dome, it also failed to block the flow of gray fog.
This is the reason why the gray fog can continue to maintain the extremely high-frequency fluctuations in this huge enclosed space.
"Wait a minute, this relationship on the spatial level..." A flash of light flashed in Lin Yi's mind, "It's a bit like a canteen!"
The mutual penetration and independence of layers...
The penetration of ink on the napkin...
Boss, have they mastered the method of actively penetrating layers?
"As long as you can find the anchor points and relationships between layers, you can have a way to and from the layers." - He thought of what Tian Bufan said.
"Could it be that Mr. Tian is looking for this way?" Lin Yiruo had an idea.
Hey, wait a minute..."
"This, it seems a little bit unlike something that I can think of with my IQ..."
Just by observing the ripples in the gray fog, he deduced to this level in one fell swoop...?
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【How about you be a little more "restrained"? Your baseless speculation makes my back feel cold. 】
What Tian Bufan once said to him popped up in his mind for no reason, which made him doubt whether he really had a good IQ...
"Tian Gongzi said that, I must be very smart... Well, that's it." Lin Yi hinted with such self-confidence in his heart.
At this moment, he noticed that the seemingly irregular colored auras seemed to have some... patterns.
All the breaths are not flying around like headless flies, but imply some kind of special trajectory - this is not Lin Yi's intuition, but he has observed some similar trajectories for so long.
Just like the trajectory of stars in a galaxy, certain breaths circulate around a specific point, forming a simple system, and then one system begins to rotate around another point, forming a more complex system.
It went on like this, just like matryoshka dolls, until Lin Yi's computing power could no longer easily detect it.
Lin Yi gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows. Just observing the trajectory of this breath was already very labor-intensive. If he were to deduce the calculation, the effort required would increase exponentially. It was simply not something he could figure out now.
Even if he could, he would probably sink, become exhausted mentally and physically, and end up in an ominous situation.
He suddenly discovered that his body had inadvertently absorbed some of the blood-red aura.
"Huh?" He subconsciously stopped this action. The red aura was like a car entering a highway service area. It was about to stop, but was pushed out by him...
But just when the red aura was about to be expelled, his body He trembled uncontrollably, and then swallowed and absorbed the red aura directly into his flesh and blood... At that moment, he seemed to have a strange illusion, that is, his body seemed to be saying through his actions -
"Want to run? Hey, bring it to you!"
Lin Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then relaxed a little. As expected, his body "sneakly" began to absorb the red aura again.
Lin Yi: "?"
"What's going on?"
He wanted to stop him again, but his body still absorbed the red aura.
Such a scene, like a boy protecting Lao Jun's gourd, insisting that Lao Jun give the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill to Wukong, made Lin Yi stupid.
But Lin Yi no longer tried to stop him, and just kept this rhythm, sitting in his seat, absorbing these extraordinary powers according to the original rhythm, and then "spiritually" hung up as if he put his body in a warehouse to replenish energy independently.
He ignored it and followed his body's instinct as an observer, and then went to see what operations his instinct wanted to "teach him" this time.
I saw that after the red breath entered the body, it was reversely decomposed into countless pure sky-blue breath, and then did what the sky-blue breath was supposed to do, nourishing his bones and muscles.
His bones and muscles began to float with a layer of misty blue light. This blue light enveloped his bones like a nutrient solution and began to initiate a... transformation on his bones that he could not understand.
Even though he didn't understand anything, he clearly felt a warmth beginning to flow in his bones, as if he was full of power.
This magical change made him feel surprised and pleasantly surprised.
But he soon discovered that this didn't seem to be just for him. The sports students around him were also absorbing the red aura. Even Li Huiyuan's head had a wisp of red aura hovering like a dull hair.
It was just that for Li Huiyuan, it seemed a little difficult to eat. After eating for a long time, she could only chew a little bit.
“This is indeed a ‘feast’!” He couldn’t help but sigh.
The food everyone is eating must be good, so he will feel more at ease.
Of course, the red aura he absorbed was only a few hundred million points more than second-level sports students like Xia Lian.
However, the boss is paying attention to him. The boss doesn't say anything to stop him, so that means there is no problem...right?
The feast continued and time passed slowly.
Suddenly, the boss, who was standing on the protrusion above the dome, slowly tensed his body as if he sensed something.
"The situation has changed!" The boss said, "There is a problem in the art building!"
The physical education teachers around him heard this and looked at the playground of the dome.
I saw that the water flow was rippling without wind. Under the water waves, it seemed that a scene of storms was reflected.
· Under the storm, there seemed to be groups of dark shadows moving...
· "Heavy rain during the day, massive invasion!"
· "The Art Building was under greater attack!"
· "Will the night watchman be unable to hold on?"
"The night watchmen can definitely hold on, but the art teachers may not be able to hold on. We have to support them!"
"There is no normal way for us to get through the dark future!"
"If we just kill it like this, the physical exertion will be too great, and the rescue will be meaningless!"
"Besides, the things here are not over yet. "This is a full-scale invasion! We can't just rush for reinforcements, we must leave enough combat power to deal with the angry angels who may come in!"
"How to distribute the combat power?"
"The combat power must be insufficient, we have to temporarily "recruit" some experience students! "
"Anyway, at this time, there is almost no way for them to survive after being stained by raindrops."
"The only thing we can do is this. After the things here are over, those who have been exposed to the rain and do not show any abnormality will be temporarily recruited. The remaining people will be directly asked to take a shower and then brought back here."
"In the gymnasium, temporary athletes can also take on part of the combat force. If we open the gymnasium, they will definitely die. "
"Last point, when it gets dark, we will divide some people to go to the art building. As for how many people will go, we will decide based on the specific situation after the immediate problems are solved."
"No problem, let's do it."
In a few words, the boss and the physical education teachers formulated a solution.
At this moment, some movement began to appear in the stands below.
I saw that some sports students gradually began to have some problems. At first they were just a little restless, but soon they started to scratch their heads and heads, unable to sit still, and then one by one they began to have breathing disorders...
They began to arch their backs, their bodies began to slouch, and some low roars began to come from their throats.
If you look carefully, you will find that their surroundings are filled with some green aura, and those auras are like countless vines that begin to beat their bodies and seep into their bodies.
Lin Yi was nearby and immediately noticed their abnormality. The other sports students also noticed it, but they all chose to ignore it.
Lin Yi also quickly realized that these sports students who started to have problems were all fake sports students!
"No wonder the boss and the others didn't take the initiative to deal with them at the beginning. It turned out that they used the "Feast" to serve them all in one pot."
It is indeed a gymnasium system that has already formed a system. Even dealing with the pseudo-athletes was so orderly, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
While absorbing the pollution, he curiously observed the changes in the pseudohuman beings.
I saw the pupils of these pseudo-athletes begin to dilate, their eyes sometimes wandering, sometimes staring angrily in a certain direction, as if they were looking for something but could not find it. Their faces also began to appear twisted and twitching, the corners of their mouths kept twitching, and some expressions dominated by greed began to appear on their faces.
Their breathing became more and more rapid, and every breath became extremely rapid. Finally, several pseudo-human athletes left their seats and wandered around the stands like apes.
They pace back and forth unconsciously, or shake their heads violently, as if they are trying to listen to a certain sound, or as if they are trying to get rid of some invisible force.
Their expressions began to twist and change in intoxication and madness. They stretched their necks and looked around like giraffes, as if they wanted to find the most unique breath among the countless mixed breaths.
"What are they looking for...?"
It's not a red breath, it's not a black breath, it's not a golden breath...
Wait, it's...
"Gray mist?!"
Those pseudo-human athletes are actually thirsting for the power of gray mist!
The gray fog has filled the stands at this moment, and the entire inside of the dome seems to be shrouded in mist. The smell of gray fog is something that everyone should avoid, but it makes the puppet like it even more.
But if it is just gray fog, there is no need to search like this, right? Why?
"Hmm... that's?!"
"It's "primitive pollution"!"
The breath that pseudo-human beings crave is not pure gray mist, but the kind of gray mist mixed with primitive pollution!
It's not even just gray mist, but any gray mist that carries other auras.
In short, there must be gray mist, and it can be paired with any other scent, but it cannot just be a pure scent.
"It's really strange, the pure breath... but you still don't like it?"
"Mine! This is mine!"
The avatar athlete grabbed the other avatar athlete next to him, pulled it away from him, and then sniffed it like he was tracking it with his nose.
When it inhaled the breath into the body, the originally ferocious and twisted face showed an expression of enjoyment. The whole person stood blankly on the spot, shaking his head like a twisted and swaying waterweed.
Other pseudo-human athletes are still looking for this kind of breath. Those who have swallowed it will stay, and those that have not been swallowed will continue to search like foraging beasts.
But soon, those pseudo-human athletes who were shaking their heads started to move again after digesting the breath of the gray mist. However, as they continued to swallow and digest the gray mist, they were getting closer and closer to the nocturnal species...
Gradually, the expressions in their eyes became more and more ferocious, and the morbid and fanatical look made people feel chills down their spines when they saw it, as if they had changed to the point where they could fight to the death for a piece of meat.
But the strange thing is that they did not attack the sports students and others sitting in the seats at all, as if they could not see them at all.
“So hungry...so hungry...”
Finally, they all turned their attention to the playground.
Some of them landed on their faces and were submerged in the water for a few mouthfuls without realizing it. After getting up, they continued to twist their bodies and walked towards the playground step by step.
These pseudo-human athletes, like a wave of walking zombies, began to walk toward the playground, and their target seemed to be... the skeleton of the angry angel.
The physical education teachers standing on the protruding buildings under the dome looked at the dozens of pseudo-human physical education students below who were like a zombie wave, with normal expressions, as if they had long been accustomed to it.
(End of this chapter)