Chapter 362 Find the target (ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)
Lao Mo's words made Lin Yi feel tremendous pressure. He thought for a moment and asked: "In this case, why is no one helping the night watchmen to plunder the formation?"
Lao Mo said: "King against king, general against general, soldier against soldier...Only when a certain combat power of the lower rank shows an overwhelming advantage, can it be qualified to provide help to the units on the upper level."< br/>
"But at this moment, the three night watchmen barely managed to compete with the "angels" who were preparing to attack in the roots, and the art teachers each killed the smiling angels approaching the art building on their own observation towers..."
"In this case, it is normal for a small number of angel sculptures to enter the art building area, and those who can reach here step by step are already rare."
"Many times, if you have the strength to come to the bell tower to help the night watchman, you might as well go to the watchtower - it's because of this that I get angry, you know?"
"That kid Mu Daxian is still too caring. I'm anxious."
"That boy's talent is indeed good, but he is unwilling to play it steadily and has made some progress. He only laid a solid foundation on the surface and started to move on to the next step, without knowing it. Tao, true accumulation should come naturally, rather than opening the door of heaven with a sword. "When I was in the cafeteria, I had a premonition of his death. I bet there was a 80% chance that he would be at the observation tower. He fought to the death, thinking that it would be easy to save him, but he didn't expect that the last 20% happened anyway. He ran to the bell tower! "
Lin Yi subconsciously gritted his teeth and the muscles in his cheeks twitched.
Lao Mo's subtext was actually that he thought that he only needed to accompany him to the art building, and then he could open Wushuang, and even do other things to relieve the pressure of the night watchman. However, he did not expect that the destination had changed, causing the dungeon to be filled from the medium difficulty level to the highest difficulty level.
It is precisely because of this that Lao Mo's original determination to allow Lin Yi to return to campus safely has gradually become extremely unstable.
Thin water vapor gradually began to appear in the stairwell of the clock tower. The moss on the wall had climbed up to the roots of the candlesticks. Some water stains from the heavy rain also began to seep out of the cracks in the wall, slowly dripping down.
Sometimes, Lin Yi even felt that he could hear the sound of the storm outside the wall washing against the outer wall of the stairwell.
One after another, it makes people feel more and more uneasy.
Lao Mo suddenly asked: "What time is it now?"
Lin Yi glanced at his watch: "It's 1:14..."
"You have to hurry up, or you won't have time to go back." Lao Mo didn't hide Lin Yi's sense of crisis directly and frankly.
Lin Yi frowned slightly, followed Lao Mo's footsteps.
Soon we entered the foggy area, and the entire stairwell suddenly seemed to be cast in a dark shadow.
Suddenly, he saw one, no, many figures on the steps in front of him!
"Smiling Angels!!" Lin Yi's heart trembled. A large number of Smiling Angels appeared on the road ahead!
But when he took a closer look, he found that those smiling angels had an indescribable sense of weirdness and weirdness... Moreover, he didn't feel much threat from this in his subconscious.
ifies those that are still, don't care about them, the ones that can still flutter, it doesn't matter if you take a quick look, just withdraw your attention in time." Lao Mo kept walking, but the reminder voice sounded again, "See if there are any Laughing Angels with lanterns, if there are none, the ones holding hourglasses in their hands will do... In emergency situations, without sports bikes, the 28-meter bar can be used."
They quickly approached the first Laughing Angel.
This Smiling Angel... From a distance, it looks like a Smiling Angel, but from a closer look, it turns out to be a Smiling Angel painted on the wall!
“This is not true?” Lin Yi was stunned.
Lao Mo glanced at it and kept walking upwards: "Mu Daxian did it."
"A certain kind of sketching method requires a strong artistic talent, the ability to use the brush to communicate with the layers, and paint in the layers, and then lock them in the layers after the Laughing Angels enter."
"The Laughing Angels are the product of layer penetration. Using layers to attack them will have a very good effect." br/> "Compared to my method, Mu Daxian's method is more labor-saving, but...it requires extremely high talent. The cage on the painting is difficult for ordinary people to deceive the perception of the Laughing Angel."
"The painting that deceived the perception of the Smiling Angel..." Lin Yi once experienced Mu Daxian's paintings from a dream. At that time, he only used limited materials to complete the overwriting of the space, and spent the night safely with Maozi.
It is hard to imagine how heart-stirring it must be for the well-prepared Mu Daxian to take the initiative to "make an appointment" with the Laughing Angel in the base camp of the Art Building.
He suddenly found that his understanding of Mu Daxian seemed to still be stuck on the clues of the H comic - Mu Daxian broke the wings of the Smiling Angel.
But when did that happen? !
And what year is it today?
After such a long period of time, with Mu Daxian's talent and development speed that even Lao Mo recognized, he must not be at the level of breaking his wings now!
Cognition... is still too superficial!
But this explains why along the way, he found that the value of Mu Daxian in his heart has continued to rise!
The reason is here!
his estimate of Mu Daxian's strength was still too low!
At this moment, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Hey! Yes!"
"Old Mo, there!" He pointed at the moss-covered wall not far ahead and said, "That sly smile over there. He's holding an hourglass in his hand! "
"Oh?" Lao Mo looked at it immediately, and then his face darkened. He was too far away to see clearly...
"This kid..."his eyesight" is so good?
He glanced at Lin Yi, and then realized that this might not be "sight", but a kind of "perception".
Once you feel it, you also "see" it.
Is it a mind-set thing...?
"It's a rare opportunity, let's go over and see if it can be used."
Humbling, Lao Mo rushed up the steps, and within a few steps he reached the place where Lin Yi pointed just now.
There is a very strange phenomenon in the stairwell of the bell tower. If you look around and go upstairs, you will find that in addition to moss, there are some lifelike murals on the surrounding walls.
But if you don’t look carefully, you will feel that the wall is covered with some three-dimensional smiling angels. Between paying attention and not paying attention, the smiling angels on the wall present a strange feeling of "presence".
If you think it is a painting, you will find that it is not a painting. But if you feel that it is not a painting, then it is a painting.
If there is an art student or other people who enter here by mistake, it is easy to be confused because of this, so that the Laughing Angel can use reverse anchoring to break free from the layers in this painting.
This is what Mu Daxian said: Don’t be attracted by the laughing angel.
This kind of problem is no longer a problem for Lin Yi, because as long as you have a certain understanding of layers and overwriting, you will know the concept of "angels trapped in paintings".
Lao Mo observed this "painting". In the painting, there was a smiling angel hiding his face and crying. His pale hands had a tendency to move away from his face, but the painting was fixed on that scene.
Instead, there is a petrified hourglass hanging in its hand. At the bottom of the hourglass, there is a cone-shaped pile of sand, but it is also completely petrified.
"This... can barely be used, but it's not suitable." Lao Mo thought for a while and finally shook his head.
Lin Yi followed up and asked in confusion: "It's not suitable? But since it's barely usable, why don't you take it first?"
"There should be something more suitable." Lao Mo muttered, "The hourglass is the backup plan, and this... is the worst of the backup plans."
“Ouch…it seems that there is a lot of knowledge about hourglasses…” Lin Yi nodded seriously. At first, Lao Mo said that if it didn’t work, an hourglass would do. He thought it was just an hourglass.
Lao Mo explained: "The hourglass is okay, but that doesn't mean every hourglass is good. Bamboo shoots are delicious, but no one knows how to eat bamboo."
"You mean...this hourglass is too 'old'?"
Lao Mo nodded, no longer looking at the smiling angel, and continued to walk upstairs.
"The hourglass in the hands of the Laughing Angel is a thing formed by the gradual petrification of a kerosene lamp after being covered by extraordinary power. Have you noticed the sand in the hourglass?"
"Hmm."
"It's like the wick of an old kerosene lamp. If the sand is still leaking down, it means that the power of the old kerosene lamp has not been completely exhausted. But the hourglass is not good, it runs out of oil and the lamp dies."
"If the wick is not extinguished, you can add lamp oil to keep it going, but if the wick is gone, it will be very laborious to light it again."
Lin Yi understood what he was saying and stopped questioning Lao Mo's decision.
The two continued to walk up the foggy area, and a laughing angel would appear almost every distance, and these laughing angels were basically trapped in the paintings on the wall.
The rainwater that seeped into the cracks in the wall flowed downwards in a twisted manner, but when it passed the smiling angel trapped in the painting on the wall, it showed some slight twisting tendencies.
When Lin Yi walked a certain distance, he suddenly had a strange feeling, and subconsciously looked back at the steps he had walked.
At this sight, he felt a chill approaching from the sky, causing his body to shiver subconsciously.
I saw pairs of arms around the spiral staircase he walked along, like palms struggling to reach out from a prison cell, grasping at the air in the corridor. Those arms were all solidified into a certain image. However, when he blinked, the originally frozen picture solidified into another picture.
"The Laughing Angel seems to have broken through the blockade of the painting! Is it because of me? I ended up being the culprit for their anchoring and escaping?!"
At this moment, Lao Mo in front seemed to have noticed something, and couldn't help but frowned: "Hey... the effect of the painting seems to be weakening!"
"Old Mo, it's all because of me..." Lin Yi felt a little guilty.
"Because you're a hammer!" Lao Mo waved his hand to interrupt, "Don't just blindly grab everything for yourself."
"As long as you don't make any principled mistakes, they will never be able to use you to escape."
"The painting failed, most likely because the "original author" Mu Daxian couldn't hold on anymore..."
"Once he dies completely, the things overwritten by his extraordinary power will gradually dissipate."
"Time is running out, let's go!"
Lao Mo quickened his pace and rushed towards the top of the endless Fibonacci sequence stairs.
Lin Yi wanted to ask if he could just rush forward like this without any skills at all, but seeing Lao Mo being so decisive, he followed him without hesitation.
Not long after walking, a faint light appeared in the depths of the foggy area, as if it was some kind of exit.
And the sinking bell seemed to become a little clearer.
The sound of the howling wind seemed to be hovering there.
"Almost there!" Lao Mo said, making sure that the exit was right in front.
Lin Yi's expression suddenly became much more solemn.
Just as they were approaching the exit, a figure appeared in their sight.
It was an art student, wearing a dark green cloak, with a fierce look on his face, half of his body embedded in the wall, like a sculpture.
And inside that wall, there is a laughing angel.
The smiling angel was held down by the art student and struggled to get out, but the art student nailed it into the painting like a steel nail.
"What's going on?" Lin Yi asked in surprise.
Old Mo said: "That should be an art student who has been here before and has died."
"Not everyone has the ability of Mu Daxian, so once you encounter the Laughing Angel, you often have to pay the price of your life to trap it in the painting." Well, a golden flame suddenly lit up in his eyes, "It is indeed an angel holding a lantern."
He glanced at the nearby exit, hesitated in silence for a few breaths, then took a deep breath and stretched out his hand towards the painting.
Although Mu Daxian is pressing for no delay, if he misses this smiling angel, there may not be a more suitable one.
But just when he touched the painting, the "sacrificial" art student suddenly seemed to come to life, and bright lights suddenly bloomed in his darkened eyes, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky.
"Don't even think about releasing the Laughing Angel!"
The art student roared, and the figure that had been frozen suddenly became active. Then the surrounding environment suddenly became distorted, the space seemed to be stretched, and some kind of magical field seemed to be being constructed.
"It's a prison!" Lin Yi was shocked. In just the blink of an eye, he had fallen into the overwriting of the art student unknowingly.
Lao Mo sighed, the field expanded, and directly tore apart the art student's means with a crushing gesture. He stretched out his hand to push the art student away.
The terrifying suction force instantly fell on the art student, draining him directly into powder.
(End of this chapter)