Chapter 493 Scaring away the Forest of Steles of the Dead
Lu Zhao was speechless: "Can you say something normal?"
Chen Xuedao: "It really doesn't work, we can say that they are secretly sent by the official..."
"Okay... If you don't have IQ, don't talk about it next time." Lu Zhao said, "The so-called "class teacher" status is only for those of us who are still "experience students." If we change our identities, do you think we would be "class teacher" or "executive officer"? "
"I am not belittling myself, Xiaobing Xiaoxue, you two together may not be able to defeat her."
Although Chen Bing and Chen Xue were dissatisfied, they did not say anything else.
After all, just saying a few words is already "without IQ", and if you say a few more words, you may just be "big-hearted and brainless".
Jin Jiuyao couldn't help but said: "So, Old Lu, what do you mean?"
Lu Zhao narrowed his eyes: "In my opinion, let's start with these fake people in the classroom..."
"When we start, make the noise louder, put some water in, and let them try the depth of "Xiao Zi" and "William". By the way, tell the class teacher that we are not enemies."
Several people looked at each other, and then nodded.
There is no way, some people’s hearing is just that strong.
He sighed helplessly. It was just a forest of stele for the dead. If Chen Xue was really willing to exchange information for it, he would definitely be willing to share everything related to the forest of stele for the dead.
After all, Li Huiyuan, the "cannon fodder", was accidentally developed into a good friend by him. Now that he has no other skills, it is exactly when he needs some cannon fodder.
However, Lu Zhao's concerns are correct.
We meet each other by chance, why should we be honest with each other?
In information exchange, who can guarantee that it is not true or false?
This was also the main reason why he did not dare to communicate with other people when he first entered the school.
But there was one point in the conversation between Lu Zhao and the others that piqued Lin Yi's interest - "adaptation".
In the short term, he seemed to hear this characteristic repeatedly.
Carrying the ashes requires adaptation, entering the campus to improve one's cognition requires adaptation... Why does something that seems like nothing and very intuitive become more and more extraordinary?
Even, there is a feeling of "conceptualization".
But to be honest, his ability to become like this is indeed inseparable from "adaptation".
If he hadn't gradually adapted from "stick making" after entering the school, based on his inspiration, he would definitely be in a worse situation than that guy Jin Jiuyao.
Not to mention the possibility of not getting through the first night, even arriving at the teaching building would be a problem.
Lin Yi spread his perception and locked onto the nineteen dummy classmates in the classroom. He carefully observed the movements of Lu Zhao and the four others from a vague distance. Then he took out the note pad, slowly opened it, and put it in front of him.
He planned to simply record some information, and after recording, he would go to the bookshelf area to look through the books.
No matter what Wei Liang implies, it is true that he is trapped in the classroom due to the bad weather and has nothing to do.
He turned to the latest page, recalled what happened, and then wrote:
"The "burial body" was contained in..."
As soon as he wrote this, he felt that the light was a little dim, and the tip of the pen in his hand gradually became stained with ink on the note paper. The handwriting of ""Burial" was contained in..." suddenly became distorted and became like roots buried in the cafeteria. and gradually began to ooze out some tomato paste-like viscous liquid...
"What?!"
At the same time, a cold feeling slowly flowed down from the top of Lin Yi's head, gradually wrapping him up.
out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure suddenly appearing beside him.
Puppet classmate!
He turned his head, and sure enough he came face to face with one, not one, but a row, a circle, a large area of the condescending and weird smiling faces of his classmates with pseudo-human bodies.
Under the light of incandescent lamps, these nineteen backlit faces are like rubbing templates - the same distance between the nose bridges, the same bluish eyelid folds, and even the arc of the corners of the mouth are exactly the same. Those smiles squeeze the facial muscles, and the cheekbones almost pierce the cheeks, as if there are countless silk threads hanging their facial features in the same direction.
Nineteen pseudo-classmates surrounded him in a strange posture, like nineteen tombstones inserted around him, surrounding him tightly.
Their gazes all fell on the sentence on the tip of his pen: ["The burial body" is contained in...]
Seeing Lin Yi stop writing and looking at them, the nineteen pairs of empty eyes all turned to Lin Yi. There was a layer of turbid gray on the surface of the glass of those eyes, like snake specimens that had been left for many years.
“You write... why don’t you continue writing?” The figure in the front row had his Adam’s apple rolling, and his vocal cords made a noise like sandpaper.
The other eighteen mouths opened and closed immediately, and the syllables overlapped like the gears of a broken music box: "Write...write...write..."
Lin Yi was no longer the same person as before, and he was no longer afraid of these battles, but the cult and weird atmosphere they brought still made him feel uncomfortable and had a strong sense of resistance.
Lin Yi looked at them, moved his eyes silently, and then slowly daubed this sentence with the pen.
"No...don't..." The man's face suddenly became anxious, "write quickly...don't scribble...don't..."
When the word "burial" was obliterated, nineteen voices suddenly distorted into screams.
Their mandibles made a dislocated clicking sound, their necks tilted forward at an anti-joint angle, and the tip of their noses almost touched the back of Lin Yi's hand.
"I beg you...please keep writing... Where is it, where is it...?!"
Those nineteen faces all became extremely sad, as if they were losing something.
Lin Yi gritted his teeth and smeared the writing into a whirlpool.
When he was almost finished, he moved to the second line and wrote a sentence:
"Those who cover the fog and chase the light will eventually become phantoms."
“No—!” The faces in the row screamed in terror, and tears mixed with strange liquid seeped out of the bulging eyeballs.
The next moment, these nineteen figures began to tremble like shadow puppets with their spines removed, and then gradually dispersed, returned to the seat where they originally belonged, and continued to be inserted there like a tombstone.
Just from this moment on, their eyes all changed, becoming full of anger and sadness, with some fear and fear...
Lin Yi buried his head in writing and continued writing. Under the sentence, he silently wrote: "Octopus Teppanyaki..."
Octopus refers to the burial body, because the burial body looks like an octopus, and Teppanyaki means kitchen. The meaning of this sentence is [the burial body is contained in the cafeteria. 】
He continued to write, writing down some of the elements that prevented the Apostle Ashes from intruding into reality, as well as the findings in the area above the fifth floor of the teaching building, but they were all abbreviations, or he used some symbols that he could only understand the meaning of, and there was one sentence in it. , which he recorded emphatically -
"[Everyone is a hunter in the fog and chasing the light.]"
While he was writing silently, the way Lu Zhao and others looked at him had undergone earth-shaking changes.
They saw with their own eyes the pseudo-classmates came to Lin Yi in strange postures, and then begged, and finally left in anger and fear...
With their knowledge, they could not understand what the whole thing was about. The only thing they could be sure of was that Lin Yi had a big problem.
During this period, Chen Xue wanted to see what Lin Yi was writing many times, but was stopped by Lu Zhao.
Lu Zhao squinted his eyes and shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't go there, let's do our own business first..."
Chen Xue pursed her lips, and then nodded.
Jin Jiuyao hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "Then...should we still use dummies to test them?"
Lu Zhao raised his forehead and said: "This is a test! Didn't you see the scene just now? Let it take its course... ...Don't mess with him, but don't be afraid of him, we can do whatever we want, just treat him as an ordinary and unfamiliar experience student..."
At this moment, Lin Yi finished recording the information, stood up, left his seat, and walked towards the bookshelf area.
He was going to look through the books to see if there were any special books as Wei Liang suggested.
Seeing Lin Yi move, Lu Zhao quickly stood up: "Xiao Bing, come with me, Xiaoxue, you and Xiao Jin cooperate, mark these dummies first, and we will deal with them together later."
"No, Lao Lu, didn't you say not to provoke him?" Jin Jiu Yao quickly questioned.
Lu Zhao glared at him and emphasized: "Who said I was going to provoke him? I just went to the bookshelf area to pick out books!"
Jin Jiuyao quickly shut his mouth.
Lu Zhao glanced at the dummies in the classroom, and he had a strong hunch in his heart that there must be inextricable relationships between these dummies and the dummies outside the classroom. After all, when the classroom door was opened just now, the inexplicable and strong "sense of wholeness" made him particularly concerned.
Of course, Lin Yi's existence also made him very curious... He felt that he had to get in touch with this person, but he was worried about sending Jin Jiuyao, a tough guy, so he had to do it himself.
Lin Yi had already clearly sensed Lu Zhao's movements - of course, the entire classroom was actually covered by Lin Yi's senses, and he could react immediately to the slightest disturbance.
If Lu Zhao came here with some useful information, then he wouldn't mind doing some simple information exchange.
But if he wanted to get away with nothing, then it’s not surprising that he wanted to bring up four secret cannon fodder to test the campus.
Lin Yi slowly approached the bookshelf area, and the scene he saw in Class 18 of Group C could not help but come to mind.
Outside the broken classroom window, the "Original Ash Apostle" is like a suspended god. The closer you get to it, the more severely the space latitude collapses, and the existence of the "Original Ash Apostle" is like pressing a finger hard on the multi-layered quilt.
The collapsed quilt is like space distorted by gravity.
After walking a few steps, Lin Yi stood silently on a certain step. The picture of seeing the "Original Ash Apostle" appeared in front of his eyes, and then he slowly overlaid the picture at that time into reality...
When the campus was built, all classrooms should have the same design. Even the areas on the 5th floor and above of the teaching building where the layer has left should follow this logic...
And the collapse around the "Original Ash Apostle" The gravitational wave is most likely related to the fluctuations it generates when it lands on the teaching building floor. Lin Yi knows very well that he and the "Original Ash Apostle" are definitely on two different levels, but compared to ignorance and escape, he at least has the courage to peek at the "Original Ash Apostle".
Of course... the main reason is that as an "Ash Apostle", he is naturally on the hunting list of the "Original Ash Apostle", and he cannot expect others to rescue him at any time - whether it is the canteen owner, the night watchman or the security guard, there is no reason to hang around him, so instead of waiting for others to come to the door and carry him like a chicken and say "Looking my eyes!" 】, it’s better for him to make some preparations first.
Hence, he stood silently on the steps, his sensing tentacles tracing the entire classroom into his mind.
""Minecraft", open! ! ” There was a low roar in his heart, and his will suddenly floated out of his body, floating above his body as if his soul had left his body.
In the "My World" state, the entire classroom is composed of grid lines, and the "editing" power of the entire world is in his hands.
He began to try to compress those grid lines, making them closer to the kind of world that was distorted by the "Original Ash Apostle".
With the compression of the grid lines, everything around him naturally began to move, but he soon encountered difficulties. When the grid lines were compressed to a certain extent, "My World" began to become violent and unstable, "buzzing" and constantly trembling.
In the end, with a "bang", "my world" shattered, and Lin Yi's will also fell into his body.
He staggered back a step and almost fell down due to the height difference of the steps.
He stabilized his figure and looked a little ugly.
h "Why can't "My World" be compressed?"
h "Is that kind of collapse just the effect I "see"?"
h "Is what actually happened and what I saw just "similar in appearance", but essentially they are two different things? What happened? ”
Lin Yi suddenly felt endless pressure. This pressure came from the fear and awe of the unknown, and the more he tried to touch it, the more he discovered that it was thousands of miles away...
I tried my best, but I still couldn't touch the corner of you.
The feeling of helplessness and powerlessness can flood him like a tide.
He thought that facing the "Original Ash Apostle" directly meant that he was getting closer to it, but at this moment he realized that the sun had been hanging high in the sky, and he just climbed up a high building, thinking he could touch the sky...
(End of this chapter)