Chapter 547 Super Chant
Lin Yi was startled, but found that this was indeed the case.
As expected, after advancing in the mist for a while, the ground under Mao Feiyang's feet also became softer. At first, it was just like stepping on some rotten wooden boards, but it soon turned into soft sand, and then started to become like dry mud...
"Great, "Layer Jump" is almost over? "
"Ended? Still here..." Mao Feiyang murmured.
Lin Yi found that Mao Feiyang's tone was a little low, as if he was speaking through gritted teeth.
Looking carefully, the veins on Mao Feiyang's forehead began to beat. Lin Yi's heart suddenly tightened. He suddenly realized that since he was not the person involved, he could not understand how much strength Mao Zi had expended while moving forward here.
"Hey hey hey..." Mao Feiyang's throat came out with a low laugh.
Lin Yi wanted to remind Mao Feiyang to use the feather, but before he could say anything, he found that Mao Feiyang had already tightly grasped the sculptured feather in his hand.
Mao Feiyang had already taken out the sculpture feathers for use, and even so, walking in this mist had exhausted almost all of his strength.
The realm of sculptural feathers is squeezed out of shape here, just like the ultra-thin raincoat that Wei Liang took out and wore in a storm.
The feeling under my feet became more and more strange, and my flying figure staggered more and more. Some low and thin calls gradually began to be heard in the gravel-like mist, like countless ghosts floating in my ears, constantly uttering low whispers.
The more you don’t want to care about such a voice, the more you care about it. The less you want to hear what it is saying, the more clearly you can hear it...
Finally, Lin Yi heard it...
Hear it...
The ancient chant like a ballad:
【Rr ved mine dypbl puppy...itt stjerneskelett...forne...]
【Brenn min beinflammende ild...gjr min blgeornament uendelig...knuinnestav...】
【Bind min tidskokong...in navn...begrav min uoppdrettede katastrofe...】
【…store stjerner...】
【…store stjerner...】
What makes Lin Yi feel incredible is that this time the singing voice has a strange tone, sometimes deep and sometimes lengthy, but it seems to be floating in the air in a relatively complete length...
He didn’t understand it at all, but he understood the rhythm and rhythm!
This chanting sound is like phrases pieced together one after another with ancient and mysterious syllables. Each sentence is composed of three phrases. The final effect is like singing..."The Book of Songs" in an unknown language.
Mao Feiyang stopped, as if summoned by the chanting. His whole body stood like a sculpture in the mist, not knowing where he was going or where he was going, as if he was lost.
The chanting sounds came and went, and the rhythm became more intense, like a storm covering the place.
"Maozi!"
"Maozi!!"
Lin Yi called anxiously, trying to wake up Mao Feiyang.
"Don't panic...I said, don't panic, Lao Lin." To Lin Yi's surprise, Mao Feiyang responded immediately, "I said, I'm here, I've always been..."
Then You just..."
h "I was just listening..." Mao Feiyang said quietly, "It's been a long time... I haven't heard it for a long time..."
h "You...have you ever heard of this? "The voice?" Lin Yi was shocked, "We all knew it before, or... the voice you heard after becoming an art student...?"
A meaningful expression appeared at the corner of Mao Fei's mouth: ""Touch my abyss...split my star skeleton...eclipse my rotten moon...""
"Let's go, Old Lin, go..."
"It seems...someone doesn't want us to come..."
"But the more this happens, the more it shows that... we are going in the right direction."
Lin Yi pursed his lips: "What the hell is going on?"
Mao Feiyang said: "The pharaoh rested in the pyramid after his death. In order to prevent tomb robbers from disturbing this sleep, they would inscribe curses outside the tomb..."
"The chanting you heard..."
Lin Yi was startled: "Holy shit, is this a curse?"
"Oh, that's not..." Mao Feiyang said.
"What the hell..." Lin Yi was speechless.
Mao Feiyang said: "Some people say that this is the song sung by the "original apostle" when he imposed "time banishment" on 'her'. It is a kind of seal and shackles that will only appear when approaching the place of 'time banishment' to expel those who approach..." Only her believers will sing loudly when they are close to "Her"..."
"No matter which one it is, it tells us... we are very close."
Lin Yi frowned slightly Wrinkle: "Really? I don't really believe it..."
"If you say this in this atmosphere, if you have a body, I will really flatten you, Lao Lin." Mao Feiyang said, "How can you be meaner than me?"
Mao Feiyang is surprisingly self-aware and knows that he has "cheap" attributes and elements.
Lin Yidao: "But I have a vague feeling that this chant is not that...the two repeated ones at the end...the tone is stronger than the others..."
"That's them calling the girl in the distance." Mao Feiyanggou said.
Lin Yi was speechless, but he said a classic: "What? You also want to play cotton? Half a pound of cotton can be played eight or two?"
Mao Feiyang curled his lips, but these two simple quarrels dispersed the terrifying atmosphere around him.
After walking a little further, Mao Feiyang suddenly coughed violently. He coughed so much that he bent over and held his knees with his hands, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.
Lin Yi said nervously: "Are you okay?"
"Cough, cough, cough, cough...it's okay, it's okay..." Mao Feiyang waved his hand, "I'm just too tired, I have to walk faster..."
"Something is coming..."
"What's coming?" Lin Yi's heart tightened.
"Those things that fell between the layers..." Mao Feiyang did not hide anything, but what he said was vague, "Things under the gray fog, things in dreams, and some things that are unclear. Toy..."
"Maybe it will attack me, or it may attack you... Anyway, it will be very troublesome if it gets entangled..."
"Will it still attack me?" Lin Yi was a little surprised.
Mao Feiyang said: "The 'dream boundary' is not invincible... What you think of as a 'dream' may be just a state of 'existence' in the eyes of creatures in other dimensions."
"If you die in In dreams, in reality, you really will die."
"Let's go! We really have to go!"
Mao Feiyang dragged his heavy steps forward, as if walking through a swamp.
Mist surges, and the smell of decay fills the whole world.
The chanting was endless, mixed with the wind and constantly attacking his mind.
Mao Feiyang kept shuttling back and forth. As he continued to move forward, his vision gradually began to change. The fog that was originally so thick that people could hardly see the way forward seemed to slowly become thinner.
His footsteps did not stop. Finally, the soil under his feet began to turn into soft soil again, and the feeling of being down to earth appeared in his perception again.
Soon, his vision gradually became clearer, and Lin Yi also discovered that as the fog dissipated, some looming tombstones suddenly appeared around him.
Mao Feiyang finally completed the layer jump and arrived at the cemetery in the painting.
This cemetery is silent and gloomy. The tombstones look particularly solemn in the dim light, and there is an aura of decay surrounding them.
In the cemetery, weeds grow wildly, swaying gently like seaweed under the wind that has not come, as if they are palms stretching out from the ground.
With the clarity of the cemetery, the fog that shrouded the entire world seemed to become much thinner. At the same time, the chanting that kept coming in the wind slowly disappeared with their arrival.
"We succeeded, we really came here!" Lin Yi exclaimed in surprise while observing the world around him.
..." Mao Feiyang was helpless, "Why don't you want to order something good."
"It was you who mentioned Iron Man and Jarvis first!"
"Okay, then you are Mirnir, the hammer of Thor, and I am Thor, okay!"
"Mirnir was crushed by Hela!"
"Old Lin, what the hell are you doing? ..." Mao Feiyang was angry, "Forget it! Don't worry too much, anyway, to a certain extent, this is part of the illusion... No, to be precise, this is indeed true, but relatively speaking, it is also false."
"What I said is a bit convoluted, but I think you should understand, right?"
Mao Feiyang added: "This place is depicted in the painting. No matter where it once existed in reality, at least now it is real and exists in this layer..."
"You have to think like this, 'We cannot reach a place that does not exist at all', right, Lao Lin?"
Lin Yi was shocked. Yes, only places that exist can be reached.
If even existence is denied, then even existence itself will lose its meaning...
It almost negates the existence here... Lin Yi wiped his sweat.
"What happens if existence is denied?" he asked.
"If it is denied, doesn't it "not exist"?" Mao Feiyang asked, "Things that do not exist will naturally be erased... In other words, when we firmly believe that we do not exist, theoretically, we will be erased by this layer."
Lin Yi said helplessly: "You seem to be talking about philosophical dialectics, and there is a dialectical feeling that there is nothing outside the mind." "
""Philosophy" itself is a kind of cognitive anchor. It is the dialectical summary of the thinking of the sages of the past generations on all things in the world and the laws of heaven and earth..."
"Just like "science" is also an anchor...locking the "unknown" within "cognition" to prevent the collapse of cognition and overturning reality..."
"Wait, wait... Mao Zi, Wait..." Mao Feiyang's words made Lin Yi feel a hair in his heart, and he also realized a very serious problem, "Is the outside world... different from what I "know"?"
He felt that he was a sunny boy living under the red flag. Although the outside world was not so idealistic, it was at least somewhat unrelated to the collapse of cognition and reality...
Mao Feiyang was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Old Lin..."
Hmm?" Lin Yi was startled by Mao Feiyang's sudden serious question.
Say... Is it real? "
"Real."
Mao Feiyang was silent for a moment, then continued: "For the 'people' living here, it is their entire world."
Lin Yi knew that Mao Zi meant something, but he didn't dare to follow his words and think about the reality.
Is this what Tian Bufan meant when he said, “‘That’ world is real, and ‘this’ world is also real.”
As he was speaking, a series of slow footsteps suddenly sounded in the cemetery.
Lin Yi followed the sound subconsciously, and soon found a looming figure in the thin fog...
"Is it 'it'?" Lin Yi thought of the thin and cold figure that appeared before Mao Zi rushed into the painting, and was worried that the guy might not be chasing after him?
“What ‘it’?” Mao Feiyang asked.
Lin Yi gestured towards the mist: "What is that?"
"That... I'm stupid!" Mao Feiyang looked over and jumped up in fright before he could take a few breaths, "It's coming so fast?!"
"Is this one of those things you mentioned?"
Mao Feiyang said: "So...but they are not very aggressive. They are considered 'people' in 'this world'."
"Are they really humans?" Lin Yi asked.
"Of course not." Mao Feiyang denied, "Don't worry about it. One of the principles of 'layer jump' is not to be too involved in this world. Once you are attracted by the illusion in the layer, you will sink into the layer, become unable to extricate yourself, and become a lost soul imprisoned in the layer."
“The things you see, they are imprisoned here. Before they were imprisoned, they might be an art student who entered the gallery, or someone who was building a dream, or some non-human units... They accidentally fell into the cracks in the layer, and then became existences separated from the body, and were The unknown dimension has been assimilated into it..."
"There are not many "painted worlds" like this that exist. They may shine like bright lights in the illusory dimension. Those lost souls will stick to it when they wander nearby, anchoring themselves as part of the world in a state of confusion."