Chapter 471 "Help...Help...Help me..."
As the song sounded, Lin Yi's perception seemed to be dragged into an endless whirlpool. He seemed to have lost his perception of gravity and sank into an unknown abyss irregularly.
This abyss seems to be in the shape of a roller. The inner wall of the cylinder is covered with broken sculptures one after another, as if the appearance of corn is completely reversed. Countless broken sculptures are densely packed there, surging like waves, and like sarcomas that are squeezing each other and growing together. It is highly trypophobic and exudes a cult horror beauty.
This structure is just like the "cult choir" - the "Forest of the Dead"!
Lin Yi felt that his consciousness began to sink, sinking into the depths of darkness in the endless abyss.
The songs of countless broken sculptures seeped into his ear canals like liquid amber, as if they were carving evil patterns in his mind...
He felt that his will was about to dance crazily with their devilish vibrato, and his throat seemed to be uncontrollably pouring out arias that did not belong to him, like It was as if he wanted to echo their songs...
He hummed, but tried his best to restrain it, but every tremor in his consciousness seemed to be squeezing his soul and consciousness. He felt that his will was being broken down, and then reorganized into some unknown new ideology... If that were the case, he might no longer be him.
This evil yet solemn song seems to have reorganized into some strange form in the abyss, like the crown on the throne of the abyss that has been displayed from eternity to the present day, emitting a glow like fireflies in the lightless darkness...
The singing of the broken sculpture seemed to melt Lin Yi's consciousness into ripples...
In a daze, he murmured, as if recalling some kind of whisper - when he took Li Huiyuan to the fifth floor of Group B of the teaching building for the first time, he heard a similar sound, which seemed to be...
【"When the black moon fades...the mourners return from the endless deep sea"...]
When the song sang over and over again to a certain extent, Lin Yi finally thought of the voice he had heard. He grabbed the lowest melody in his mind and focused on his wrist!
The time on the watch on my wrist is indeed fixed at 13:36!
The second hand is almost motionless!
And on his finger, the Ouroboros ring had been put on before he knew it!
Dream building in depth!
It is indeed a deep dream building!
"Wake up! If that's the case, then wake up!" Lin Yi shouted loudly in his heart.
The only way to self-decipher deep dreaming is for the dreamer himself to realize the existence of the dream.
As soon as he thought about it, the endless abyss really seemed to have been cut up by a huge ax from the outside world, and the gap suddenly opened.
The white light spilled in from the cracks, like a hazy light hitting the deep sea.
The next moment, darkness set off a whirlpool, like a swarm of fish surrounding Lin Yi. However, before the fish could entangle Lin Yi, they swam into the abyss as the dream shattered.
Vision suddenly returned, and Lin Yi’s consciousness returned to Agui’s body.
He released his perception and swept towards the ceiling of the classroom.
· The layers at the ceiling are indeed faintly twisted. The folds of the layers may be the countless broken sculptures...
· In the bookshelf area behind the lecture theater, the grid-like spatial pattern still shows a shape squeezed by gravity. Near the broken window, the layer of reality seems to have undergone some kind of distortion and is constantly approaching nothingness.
Perhaps in this realm of nothingness, there might be an art building with erratic coordinates.
Perceiving this, Lin Yi suddenly had a strange suspicion...
“Wait a minute…”
“I can’t be the only one who can hear this call?”
“Could it be that it’s not pollution that’s looking for me, but... I’m looking for pollution?”
The mountains are not coming to me, I’m walking towards them.
Lin Yi chewed these words over and over again, and thought about the weird singing voice of the broken sculpture:
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He recalled the taunting voices he heard when he came last time...
【You said..."When the black moon withered...the mourners returned from the endless deep sea"...]
【You forgot...】
【You forgot! ! 】
【No...】
【We will be waiting for you...】
【Waiting for you to take us away...】
…
Lin Yi's eyes flickered.
"These broken sculptures... are they going to use me as a sacrifice to perform some kind of brutal sacrifice?!"
Could it be the kind of ceremony performed by Yuan Datou, right?
Datou, Datou...you're here...if the call was directed at the "called person", would Yuan Datou have heard such a call back then?
Or, are these broken sculptures related to ashes?
The...reification of ashes?
More or...
Lin Yi's thoughts became more and more outrageous, and finally, one by one, terrible conjectures suddenly popped into his mind.
According to what Lao Mo said before, an experiential life that is involved in the vortex of layers and cannot extricate itself will continue to drift in the layers and eventually become a dead sculpture. So according to this logic, will there be a certain layer with countless broken sculptures that are locked and hung up by iron chains?
Some kind of forbidden area, some kind of ball cage, some kind of seal, or... some kind of exile?
The layer that has been exiled with countless broken sculptures uses calls to continuously erode the will of a certain "unit" in the display layer. The principle may be the same as the "Mage Exterminator" who is exiled by time, constantly penetrating the time dimension, and then eroding the consciousness of the dream builder...
Just like a radio station, "Mage Ji" has its own pollution band, and broken sculptures also have pollution bands of broken sculptures. Only when the bands are in place can their pollution be received...
Some people are not polluted enough and will never be exposed to this kind of pollution in their lives.
Lin Yi's flexible pollution bottom line keeps him in a state of "frequency modulation". He absorbs a little bit here and a little bit there... He is contaminated by all kinds of pollution, but he is still jumping around vigorously.
At this moment, Agui's body trembled uncontrollably, and wisps of fire began to leak out from its muscle fibers, and the beating flames were like hair.
Lin Yi stopped thinking and focused all his attention on Agui.
"It's almost absorbed..."
According to the original plan, it is time to detonate the ashes now, and then open the door of the classroom to attract the attention of all extraordinary creatures and polluters in this layer, and attract hatred for Tian Bufan's exploration.
But with Zhang Lingzhen, he no longer needed to open the classroom door.
He is now a great mage who can stand and charge up energy. As long as he does not move, he can keep accumulating energy, even if he is already overloaded.
Lin Yi has only one thought in his mind now - do more, do more.
When Zhang Lingzhen opened the door, he gave her a big shot.
After about a minute or so, there were heavy footsteps outside the door.
Every step was like a warrior wearing heavy armor stepping on a wooden board.
But Lin Yi knew that Zhang Lingzhen was here.
But Zhang Lingzhen did not break through the red-hot door, but still reached out and grabbed the door handle.
Lin Yi seems to have noticed something. The existence of this attribute seems to be reasonable. Its existence is not only a physical partition, but also a dimensional partition.
Could it be that this seemingly nihilistic framework is the real character that “architects” give to campuses?
The role of "architects" is not to target the physical layer, but... the "framework" of the void hypothesis?
Lin Yi didn't think too much, and he didn't have time to think too much. His attention was on the door handle. The door handle was almost melted, but it still maintained its shape.
Finally, with a click, the door handle was pressed.
The door was slightly open, and a terrifying heat wave rushed in like steam.
The majestic red steam is even richer than a physical education teacher. It is extremely irritable and wild.
The door opened, and outside was endless hot wind and scorching airflow. The air and space were distorted in both directions, and the door frame was also faintly distorted.
Zhang Lingzhen was like a patient who couldn't walk. She was holding on to the doorframe in an extremely sick way, as if she would fall down if the wind blew her.
However, in the completely liberated "Ashes Apostle" state, it seems to be entangled with countless violent fire snakes, biting everything around it. The resulting rugged feeling in the space is as if it is incompatible with the world.
「哈……喽……」
张灵贞病态地笑着，像个刚从精神病院里挣脱出来的人，明明身处火焰之中，明明它的肌肤一排赤红，但到了它的脸部，脸色却反常的苍白如霜。
It looked at the raging ashes in Lin Yi's body, and its soft tongue stained with mucus came out and licked the corner of his mouth.
""Ashes"..."
"Great...so great..."
It walked into the classroom, and the scorching air waves carried the hot wind and rushed away. There was a gloomy air lingering in the classroom, and the fire snakes were raging like they were swallowing poisonous gas.
Before he even got close to Agui, the heat wave had already surged in front of Agui. In the twisted air, an illusory face that resembled Zhang Lingzhen's appeared faintly, like Zhang Lingzhen's soul.
Behind Zhang Lingzhen, the flames were also twisting, but within the twisted folds, another picture floated...
A pile of corpses formed by the continuous blending of endless mutilated corpses. The pile of corpses was suspended in nothingness, with countless "roots" hanging down. From a distance, it looked like a jellyfish or a giant octopus.
An octopus formed from countless corpses violently and roughly kneaded together by invisible hands.
The shadow of "burial body".
An "Ashes Apostle", but there are two phantoms... This strange scene made Lin Yi feel even more strange.
"Help...Help...Help me..."
The illusory outline of Zhang Lingzhen appeared in front of Agui, shouting something in an extremely hoarse voice, but the voice seemed to be roaring into the wind. Before it could float far, it was violently torn into pieces in the air current.
"Save...save..."
She just repeated this call, as if eager to be heard by others, but the shadow of the "burial" did not give her any chance, and pulled her back into the body.
At the same time, Zhang Lingzhen came to Agui step by step. Her expression became more and more abnormal. Sometimes she raised her eyebrows and sucked, sometimes she licked the corners of her mouth, with a look of great joy on her face.
"I thought "ashes" were already rare delicacies..." Zhang Lingzhen spoke slowly, but Lin Yi could feel that it was the will of the "burial body" speaking, "I didn't expect... you are the one."
Lin Yi did not answer, but Zhang Lingzhen slowly came to him.
"Oh? It seems that you are unable to move because you have absorbed too much power?"
Zhang Lingzhen smiled grimly.
"Strength makes people swell, and you, my friend... look how you have swelled up?"
"You have stolen my flesh and blood... but you can only do this?"
"What a pity... what a pity."
As he spoke, it shook its sickly body and came to Agui.
"But in terms of the shape of this body... it seems to be more durable than this stupid woman."
"Not bad...not bad...I will take over this body from now on."
It stopped in front of the extraordinary power around Agui that was so rich that it could almost drip with water. It looked at Agui's body, and his crazy eyes were full of satisfaction.
The next moment, the flames surrounding it enveloped Agui.
In Zhang Lingzhen's eyes, Agui at this moment does not seem to pose a threat, at least, it cannot be compared with the "Ashes Apostle" in its heyday.
Lin Yi looked at Zhang Lingzhen and silently calculated the distance.
Come closer...
Come closer...
He kept thinking in his heart, although it was enough for him to explode at this time, but closer, maybe he could detonate Zhang Lingzhen's ashes together...
Zhang Lingzhen still didn't notice anything unusual. In fact, it noticed it, but it only had admiration for Agui's body in its eyes.
It would have been impossible for it to shape the roots into such a perfect shape.
As it approached, the flames around it directly blended with Agui's extraordinary power. Its body, which was ignited by ashes, finally covered Agui's body with flames.
(End of this chapter)