Chapter 467 Building a "Puppet"
He is just a bit "student-like" in front of the class teacher-040, but to be able to come in as a class teacher, his qualities in other aspects are naturally passable. Although he is a little indecisive sometimes, the situation can still be clearly distinguished.
At this moment, Zhao Lingxiao is absorbing pollution at a speed visible to the naked eye - this is the result of not listening to Lin Yi's advice.
Such a person is not something he can easily save.
As the head teacher, he also clearly knows the consequences of doing so.
If she can withstand such an amount of pollution, she must have a place in the extraordinary path, and conversely, there must also be a place for her in the extraordinary and non-human path.
As for whether she will be a human being in the future or whether she can be a human being, she can’t decide now.
r/> And the endless abyss and darkness were also embellished with strange colors in her eyes. In her eyes, there was no longer a looming human silhouette, but a small room, a stove, a thin figure holding a hammer, and the red-hot iron-like iron block and the hammering sound of hammer after hammer.
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At this time, Lin Yi had no idea that the layers had been distorted and mutated, nor was he aware of the fleeting episode in the outside world.
He was still chopping the spine seriously.
As he continued to chop, when he reached a certain level, certain joints on the vertebrae suddenly began to disintegrate on their own, and some scattered bone spurs fell apart like the backbone had been removed.
Lin Yi is like a craftsman making intangible cultural heritage, cutting off abnormally grown bones, and then carefully polishing every key bone.
After he had sifted out most of the bones, he placed them all together, then picked up one of the bones, dipped it in some supernatural substance like a paste, and started to glue the bones together like playing with a hot glue gun.
He glued the basic bone frame together little by little. Just building the skeleton consumed more than half of the extraordinary material in the vessel. Even the somewhat rusty bottom basin was already looming under the extraordinary material.
Lin Yi noticed that the bottom of the vessel seemed to be engraved with some kind of pattern. He didn't know whether it was rust or a secret pattern.
But he just glanced at it and continued to build the skeleton.
After building the skeleton, he did not rush to fill it with flesh and blood. Instead, he took two steps back and looked at the skeleton in front of him, as if he was examining his few handmade products.
This skeleton as a whole is quite classic. When the bones of each part are pressed into the corresponding positions, mycelium-like flocs begin to form between the bones. These flocs are connected to each other and quickly harden into an armor-like structure. In the end, the entire skeleton looks like it is wrapped in spider silk.
After some reflection, Lin Yi felt that if he had achieved this step, he would be almost there, and it would be more laborious if he wanted to refine it further.
From a cost-effective perspective, the frame of this grade is just right.
But he still made no extra moves, and had no intention of assembling the surrounding flesh and blood.
Because just when he was cutting the meat and removing the bones, he had some new inspiration for shaping—or, in other words, he suddenly "thought of" some new inspiration.
He took a deep breath, dismissed the kitchen knife in his hand, and then slowly released his sensing tentacles, penetrating into the skeleton bit by bit just like he had previously controlled the body of the blue bib chef.
This skeleton does not have its own will like the green bib chef. In addition, it was built by Lin Yi. Lin Yi knew every detail clearly. Therefore, when its sensing tentacles came into contact with the skeleton, it penetrated very naturally.
Immediately afterwards, his will began to descend on the skeleton...
Lin Yi took a deep breath, and his body slowly squatted on the ground, holding his cheek with his left hand, looking like a bored and decadent young man.
But part of his will has flowed into the skeleton along the sensory tentacles.
「Buzz...buzz...」
In the black space, ripples spread out from under Lin Yi's body. When it touched the skeleton, a hazy halo began to appear on the skeleton, like the waves in the lake in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Lin Yi's vision fluctuated slightly, and he felt like he opened his eyes again.
But in fact he has no "eyes", he just enters the skeleton like a driver who enters the cockpit.
"What a wonderful feeling..." He turned to look at Tian Bufan and Kuai Hongji, "What a magical feeling!"
But in Tian Bufan's eyes, the skeleton moved the mandible "click, click, click", and there was nothing else.
Tian Bufan raised his forehead and said, "Stop playing, I don't have any vocal cords. Let's continue to the next step."
Hmm... Lin Yi scratched the back of his head, but it was just the joints of his fingers clicking the air.
He suddenly remembered that this skeleton had no head, to be precise, no skull.
Sigh... This is really a bit confusing.
Lin Yi was a little speechless, but it didn’t matter, let’s start the next step normally.
He controlled the sensory tentacles to penetrate from the skeleton and continuously release them to the surroundings.
This approach is like using his body as the terminal and then decentralizing his perception step by step.
His perception quickly covered the flesh and blood on the ground, and then he began to pick through the corpses as if he had found a matching port.
His sifting method is very strange, what he picks is not corpses, but muscle fibers...
The muscle fibers he selected squirmed and crawled towards the skeleton as if they had come alive.
The scene of countless muscle fibers crawling together is like countless tiny tendrils. It is such a disgusting scene that it makes people's scalp numb just by seeing it.
Lin Yi himself, who has always been disgusted with this kind of picture, did not feel any strange emotions when he manipulated this muscle fiber.
At this time, he was as indifferent as a ruthless machine.
These countless muscle fibers gathered together and gradually covered the skeleton like weaving. From a distance, it seemed as if flesh and blood were beginning to grow on the skeleton.
In the process of being covered with flesh and blood, Lin Yi also secretly injected ashes into it.
Gradually, a skinless muscular man appeared over there, and the strange thing was that every piece of flesh and blood on his body seemed to have some residual consciousness, squirming irregularly, and accompanied by such squirming, it released waves of vague whispers, like the sobbing of a girl, the cry of a baby, and... some kind of resentful howl floating out of a mass grave late at night.
Lin Yi felt this strange body. Even though he was the instigator, he was still infected by the evil will derived from the flesh and blood of this body, and felt waves of coldness.
He tried to make some simple body movements, and the body began to swing, like a robot with a bit of a signal...
But when the movement range is too large, the muscles in the body will still break and look very fragile.
"Muscles may not be necessary...the skeleton is."
"Muscles are just used to carry ashes and extraordinary power..."
Lin Yi's own masterpiece, of course he knows it best.
The skull could not be shaped by the bones that were already in the roots, so he found the petrified body fragments and found relatively complete ones, then directly broke them into pieces, using the extraordinary substance as an adhesive, and pieced together a helmet-like skull.
"There is really no end, so just make do with it."
He looked at the skull and muttered in his heart.
Then he seemed to see the mandible of the skull move, as if to say: Thank you.
"You're welcome."
He muttered to himself and pressed the skull on the end of the spine, then walked to the container containing the last part of the extraordinary substance, picked up the container and raised it above his head, and then poured all the remaining extraordinary substances on himself like a shower.
The extraordinary substance is extremely viscous, and it slides down as slowly as if it were pouring white chocolate puree.
The overall look was like making a huge human-shaped cake. Even Kuai Hongji couldn't help but ridicule when he saw it: "Old Lin, it's a pity not to be a chef at your level."
Lin Yi didn't say anything when he heard the words, but silently absorbed these extraordinary substances. Soon, they covered the muscular man's body like a thin film, making him look like a snow-white man.
At this time, Lin Yi's creation has some "puppet" appearance and can be called a solid body.
"Puppet Lin Yi" has no face and no texture on his body. He stands there like a naked "New Fish Head Hot Mom".
It stood there for an unknown amount of time, and then it leaned down and began to rummage among the remaining corpses.
He didn't know where he touched something. He took off a turbid eyeball and pressed it into the crack of the skull's Tianling Cap. The eyeball "gulu" came to the position of the eye socket and protruded like a billiard ball in a hole. The end of the eyeball immediately melted into a silver-white nerve plexus, and finally grew on the skull.
Such eyes are still gray-white and lack any energy, but they do have eyes anyway.
Lin Yi felt that something was still missing. He controlled "Puppet Lin Yi" to turn towards the main body, and his attention slowly fell on the backpack beside him.
Tian Bufan seemed to understand something and glanced at Kuai Hongji.
Kuai Hongji sneered twice, but still walked over.
He grabbed his backpack, but did not unzip it completely. Instead, he reached in directly, took out a tomato, and then threw it at "Puppet Lin Yi".
"Puppet Lin Yi's" limbs didn't seem to react quickly. The tomato hit it, but it couldn't catch it, and then fell into the pile of corpses with a "snap".
As if tainted with the smell of corpse fragments, the tomato began to become more and more delicate and charming, and its surface seemed to be covered with a strange halo, and there seemed to be a subtle agitation, as if it was coming to life.
The flesh and blood in the pile of corpses began to squirm, and countless synapse-like granules gradually extended towards the tomatoes.
Just when they were about to touch the tomato, "Puppet Lin Yi"'s hand touched the tomato.
It picked up the tomato and slowly placed it at chest level.
The ribs on the chest opened like a piranha, and a fleshy limb poked out from it. The end of the fleshy limb slowly opened, like a mouthpart with countless fangs. After the mouthpart opened, the stamen-like granulation was exposed.
These fleshy sprouts wrapped the tomato, and the mouthpart-like organ slowly closed, and the fleshy limbs contracted, bringing it to the position of the heart.
Finally, the chest began to close, and while it was closing, "Puppet Lin Yi"'s body continued to grow coral-like capillaries, connecting them like a core.
Finally, the chest cavity completely closed, and it was as if nothing had happened.
"Puppet Lin Yi" still stood silently, but the thick black mist around it began to slowly shrink, closing in on its body.
During this process, a beating pulse began to appear in the chest of "Puppet Lin Yi". Extraordinary power flowed through its body like a trickle. The muscle fibers all over its body also began to wriggle independently. Its body shape began to adjust slightly like a rice cake man, forming a preliminary shape that conforms to the lines of the human body.
The strange atmosphere, as the "Puppet Supernatural" was completely formed, slowly disappeared like moisture, and the sense of collapse that permeated the layers gradually recovered.
When the last ray of weird aura dissipated, a faint golden light began to appear in the gray stone bead-like eyes of "Puppet Supernatural", its jaws began to wriggle, and a mouth opened on its faceless head.
Its chest began to vibrate, and as its diaphragm flapped, a hoarse and weird voice formed, like a hymn from hell:
"Lin Yi... I am Lin Yi..."
" Lin Yi..."
On the other side, Lin Yi, who was half sitting on the ground, also opened his eyes. Looking at the zombie "Puppet Lin Yi" who kept chanting "I am Lin Yi", he felt an indescribable weird feeling in his heart.
His expression was very strange, and he was a little disgusted: "This thing... is still very different from what I imagined."
If you insist on saying it, it is like Nezha "polishing" the lotus incarnation for himself. The idea is obviously good, but it is difficult to implement it.
“As long as it works, it’s disposable anyway.” Kuai Hongji said coldly.
"That's true..." Lin Yi nodded. As long as the firewood can be burned, who cares how well it is piled?
Tian Bufan said: "Now that the preparations are in place, let's start taking action."
"Okay." Lin Yi responded.
"Check the time." Tian Bufan reminded.
Lin Yi glanced at his watch: "It's 13:16 now... I'm going, I spent so much time?"
(End of this chapter)