Chapter 548 Does Maozi know my skills?
Lin Yiwei was startled: "You are so professional, you seem to understand?"
"If you don't want to hear it, I won't say it." Mao Feiyang said scornfully.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Lin Yi looked like a bitch and choked up his hair: "I don't know why, sometimes I almost feel like we have switched places."
"Teacher Mao, please continue teaching." Lin Yi said with a high eunuch's voice.
Mao Feiyang curled his lips: "We have an unconfirmed conjecture..."
"Uh, wait...'we'?" Lin Yi was stunned.
Mao Feiyang said: "Yes, 'we', you, me, Tian Gongzi, Wei Sang, Kuai Zi, and... Wei Liang, we have put forward a conjecture about this, "The effect of "The One in the Mist and Chasing the Light" applies to all extraordinary creatures"..."
Those lost souls have no concept of "time" here. They may be creatures that have sunk for thousands of years, or they may have sunk recently, but the layer of depth freezes their "time", allowing them to survive in a special form. ”
h “And for almost eternity, some “paintings” are like created “worlds” that provide them with carrying capacity... so the fog-seeking light chasers become part of the world of paintings.” "
“Who created these paintings?” Lin Yi asked, “Not all paintings are qualified to show such effectiveness?” "
"This setting, in their original idea, was to trap those like us who go to "her" bedroom through "layer jump"..."
"They do not want 'her' state to be broken, and hope that she will continue to sleep in eternal sleep."
"Then what are you doing now?" Lin Yi asked.
He discovered that after Mao Feiyang appeared here, he put away the sculpture feathers, and then kept walking back and forth in the cemetery, constantly observing the swaying tombstones one after another, not knowing what he was looking for.
"Of course we are looking for a way to continue the jump!" Mao Feiyang said, pointing to the figure under the mist, "Have you seen them? It is still some distance away from us now. We have to find the next way before they find us."
Have you seen "The Matrix"? Now we are the cancer of this world, and those Commissioner Smiths are on their way. If we are held back by them, we will become one of them over time."
“So Lao Lin, why don’t you help me look for it too!”
...But Lao Lin, your will has reached "her" bedroom. Look for the "smell in memory" and if it matches, we will find it! "
"Why didn't you tell me about such a crucial thing earlier?" Lin Yi suddenly became angry.
"Actually, I don't need to say anything more. If you had passed by just now, you would have felt it." Mao Feiyang added, "Besides, wasn't I just giving you some popular science?"
"Old Lin, dogs can distinguish 2 million different smells. Although the human nose is only 1,200 times that of a dog's nose, it is not bad at all. It's just that you haven't paid enough attention yet..."
Lin Yidao: "You sound like you are training military dogs..."
"You must do this. I can't help it." Mao Feiyang said, "Look for it quickly, we have to enter the next layer before they attack us."
"Okay, okay..." Lin Yi stopped wasting time, took a deep breath, and directly released his perception. At the same time, he also directly activated "Visual Insight."
……
A ripple-like ripple immediately spread out in all directions with Mao Feiyang as the center, and Lin Yi's phantom silhouette appeared behind Mao Feiyang like a primordial spirit.
"Okay...okay, okay..." A slightly evil smile appeared at the corner of Mao Feiyang's mouth. His eyes seemed to be superimposed on Lin Yi's eyes, and the effect of "Visual Insight" seemed to be simultaneously blessed on him.
"Buzzing..."
The ripples continued to spread, and the perceptual network spread crazily. It was laid out on the ground, and tombstones were immediately included in his perceptual field.
At the same time, the figure not far away finally walked out of the fog and entered the cemetery.
He was an old cowboy, tall and straight, wearing a black leather jacket and worn-out jeans. The leather jacket had some metallic decorations, which shone coldly in the dim light.
This image was beyond Lin Yi's expectation. At first glance, he looked like a western cowboy with a sword that was not old yet.
When he appeared in the cemetery, Lin Yi's mind immediately connected him with the image of Johnny Blaze, the cemetery caretaker in the movie "Ghost Rider".
"Oi~" the old cowboy spoke from a distance, with a superb bubble-like sound that was full of the flavor of a mature old man in the West, "Now is not a good time to rob a tomb, boy."
While the old cowboy was speaking, he pulled out a shovel from the fog. He was dragging the shovel like a swordsman, and his tall body was filled with a sense of threat.
When the distance was getting closer, the old cowboy quickened his pace. In just a few breaths, he turned into a fast running, and the shovel dragged a rut on the wet grass.
Looking at the old cowboy approaching quickly, Lin Yi was shocked: "This is what you call a 'lost soul'? I think I can twist your head off at this speed!"
Mao Feiyang's attention was not on the old cowboy at all. It was obvious that Lin Yi had released his senses, but he was still meticulously looking for a certain tombstone.
"This is not the time to tell cold jokes about hell, Lao Lin."
Lin Yi hurriedly asked: "Can your sculpture feather be used?"
"It can be used, but it shouldn't be used now." Mao Feiyang said, "I need to consume a lot of energy to offset the negative effects during the "layer jump". With a relatively stable layer, I don't need it if I can." "
"Then how do you guard against him?"
"No! I can dodge all his attacks!" Mao Feiyang said, "Hurry up and find the tombstone! Leave him alone!"
"How do you do it? Just make sure you can..."
"I said I can, and I can." Mao Feiyang interrupted Lin Yi with an unprecedented firm tone, "And don't forget, I still have the buff of the Night Watchman, 'The mission will be achieved'!"
Just as he was talking, the old cowboy rushed to his side dragging a shovel, and then launched a violent upward slash like Guan Yu dragging a knife.
"Be careful!" Lin Yi exclaimed.
"Don't scream!" Mao Feiyang groaned, moving at the last moment when the shovel was about to strike.
"What the hell, is this an operation that a human can perform?" Looking at the strong wind, Lin Yi was startled, "Will it die if it is hit?"
"He can't hit it." Mao Feiyang continued to observe the tombstone, moving while observing, which further promoted the continuous expansion of Lin Yi's perception field.
At this place, the grid lines formed by perception are extremely restricted and cannot even spread as wildly as they do in the gymnasium.
Hence, Mao Feiyang must keep moving at high speed.
The old cowboy swung the blow in the air, and a classic bubble sound "Oi~" came from under his delicate beard, and then he chased Mao Feiyang to kill.
His shovel opens and closes widely. It is powerful and heavy yet extremely smooth at the same time. It seems that the inertia is integrated into each move. When chasing and killing, the feathers are flying, as smoothly as the Yin Hu in Black Monkey who can hit the sword in seconds.
But for some reason, the more Lin Yi looked at the old cowboy's offensive, the more Lin Yi felt that the old cowboy seemed to exude an inexplicably familiar smell.
Finally, Lin Yi couldn't help but ask, "Mao Zi, do you think he feels familiar?"
Mao Feiyang narrowly dodged a heavy blow, and the shovel hit the tombstone with a bang. Although the moss-covered gray stone tombstone was stuck there diagonally, as if it would fall at any time, when the shovel hit it, it actually shook the shovel out of the old cowboy's hand.
"You know a lot of people, Old Lin." Mao Feiyang retorted scornfully, "Would you like to go up and chat with his shovel again?"
Lin Yi curled his lips, but suddenly an idea flashed through him, and he suddenly thought about the reason for that sense of familiarity.
This oversight made it impossible for him to avoid the old cowboy's shovel that was coming...
But before Lin Yi could utter a exclamation, Mao Feiyang's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he moved away like a ghost!
The old cowboy was confused.
Lin Yi was also confused.
"What happened to Maozi just now?"
"I read it right...why does it look a bit like my "Asura Flash"?"
"Asura Flash" is a passive that he only realized not long ago. Wait, counting the time, it seems that it was the passive that was awakened on the afternoon of May 9 when he was being kicked by the boss crazily...
"So the skills I learned in the afternoon, Maozi will be able to do it in the evening?"
"Why is it so unreasonable?"
Thoughts came to Lin Yi's mind one after another, but he did not say them out.
Instead, Mao Feiyang stabilized his body and asked: "Why did you mention Wei Liang all of a sudden?"
"That sense of familiarity!" Lin Yi said seriously, "That silky and smooth feeling, just like when Liangzi performs his strange skills!"
"What a ghost in broad daylight!"
"How come there are Ryoko's dummies everywhere on campus, even the shadow of Ryoko in the layer?"
Mao Feiyang was silent for a moment: "You are thinking too much..."
"I hope..." Lin Yi pursed his lips.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang suddenly seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked at one of the tombstones, an elusive light flashed in his eyes.
He hesitated and rushed over.
"Where are you going, kid?" The old cowboy said calm words, but his eyes were already red and looked crazy.
He gripped the handle of the shovel tightly, and the blood vessels under his skin were as ferocious as whiskers.
This time he did not catch up, but slowed down and dragged the knife on the grass again, slowly approaching Mao Feiyang.
Lin Yi was also caught off guard by Mao Feiyang's behavior. In the direction where Mao Feiyang rushed to, he did not feel the feeling of "Old Lin's excitement" that Mao Feiyang said.
Finally, Mao Feiyang stopped in front of a broken tombstone.
There are no extra lines or symbols on this tombstone, only a few simple strokes, like traces carved inadvertently.
Who would scratch a tombstone?
Leave scratches on such a tombstone that even the old cowboy’s shovel would be shaken open with all his strength?
But it was just such a tombstone, inserted crookedly over there, and the upper part was broken, as if it had been violently broken by some mysterious force.
"I didn't expect... it's really here..."
Mao Feiyang murmured to himself, looking at the broken wordless tablet with almost no information, with a complicated expression.
He was silent, his usually mean and heartless face suddenly became extremely solemn, and his body exuded a sad but indescribable aura.
The old cowboy had arrived behind Mao Feiyang at this time, swinging the shovel with a gloomy face, and then smashed it against his body.
However, just when the shovel was about to hit him, everything around him suddenly slowed down at a strange speed.
"Higher-order perception"!
The advanced ability of the art department’s “perception”!
Mao Feiyang lowered his eyes slightly, turned around unhurriedly, and walked up to the old cowboy.
At this moment, the old cowboy is like a slowed down human sculpture, and everything around him appears to be slow.
Mao Feiyang sighed, grabbed the shovel in the old cowboy's hand angrily, pulled it out suddenly, and then... um... didn't pull out the shovel.
"Rubbing...so tight." Maozi pretended to be a big dick and stopped his hand, but the state of "high-level perception" was still there, so he took out a sharp weapon from the old cowboy's body and used it to cut off the muscles in the old cowboy's leg.
After this, he exited the "high-level perception" state, and the bullet time-like effect also disappeared.
The old cowboy's leg muscles were severed, and his whole body was directly hit to the ground by the inertia of his arms. Mao Feiyang took one more look at the tombstone, then turned and left.
"Do you know that tombstone?" Only then did Lin Yi ask.