Chapter 362 Finding the Target

Chapter 362 Finding the Target

Chapter 362 Finding the Target (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)
Lao Mo's words made Lin Yi feel a huge pressure. He thought for a while and asked, "If that's the case, why didn't anyone help the Night's Watch to raid the battlefield?"

Lao Mo said, "King versus king, general versus general, soldier versus soldier... Only when a certain combat power of the lower level presents an overwhelming advantage will it be qualified to provide assistance to the upper level unit."

"But at this moment, the three night watchmen barely managed to fight against the "angel" that was waiting in the root, and the art teachers each killed the smiling angel approaching the art building from their own observation towers..."

"Under such circumstances, it is normal for a small number of angel sculptures to enter the art building area, and those that can reach here step by step are already rare."

"Many times, if you have the power to help the night watchmen in the bell tower, you might as well go to the lookout. That's why I'm angry, you know?"

"Mu Daxian is still too impatient."

"That kid is indeed talented, but he is unwilling to take steady steps. He has made some progress, but he only consolidates the surface foundation and starts to move on to the next step. However, he does not know that true accumulation of strength should be a natural process, rather than a sudden attack."

"When I was in the cafeteria, I had a premonition of his death. I bet there was an 80% chance that he would fight to the death in the lookout tower, thinking that saving him would be easy, but I didn't expect the last 20% to happen. He ran to the clock tower!"

Lin Yi subconsciously bit his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched.

Lao Mo's subtext was actually that he thought he only needed to accompany him to the art building, and then he could go invincible, or even do something else to relieve the pressure on the Night Watch, but he didn't expect that the destination had been changed, which caused the copy to go directly from medium difficulty to the highest difficulty.

It is precisely because of this that Lao Mo's original confidence in Lin Yi's safe return to campus has gradually become mixed with extremely unstable factors.

A thin layer of water vapor gradually began to appear in the stairwell of the bell tower. The moss on the wall had climbed up to the base of the candlesticks. Some water stains from the heavy rain began to seep out of the cracks in the wall and slowly dripped downwards.

Sometimes, Lin Yi even felt that he could hear the sound of the storm outside the wall washing against the outer wall of the stairwell.

“Whew—Whew—Whew—”

Wave after wave, making people feel more and more uneasy.

Lao Mo suddenly asked: "What time is it now?"

Lin Yi glanced at his watch: "It's 1:14..."

"You have to hurry up, otherwise you will be too late to go back." Lao Mo did not hide anything from Lin Yi and directly expressed his sense of crisis.

Lin Yi frowned slightly, then followed Lao Mo's steps.

Soon we entered the fog area, and the entire stairwell seemed to be covered with a layer of dark shadow.

Suddenly, he saw one, no, many figures on the steps in front of him!

"Laughing Angels!" Lin Yi's heart trembled. A large number of laughing angels appeared on the road ahead!

But when he took a closer look, he found that those smiling angels had an indescribable weirdness, very strange... and, in his subconscious, he did not feel much threat from this.

"Ignore the ones that are still, and take a quick look at the ones that are still fluttering. Just withdraw your attention in time." Lao Mo kept walking, but the reminder sounded again, "See if there is a smiling angel with a lantern. If there is none, the one holding an hourglass will do... In an emergency, if there is no sports bike, a 28-inch bicycle will do."

They soon approached the first smiling angel.

This weird smiling angel... from a distance it is a weird smiling angel, but when you look closer, it is actually a weird smiling angel painted on the wall!

"This is not true?" Lin Yi was stunned.

Lao Mo took a quick glance and walked up without stopping: "Mu Daxian did it."

"A certain kind of sketching method that requires a strong artistic talent, being able to use the brush to communicate between layers, paint in the layers, and lock them in the layers once the Laughing Angels enter."

"The Laughing Angel is a product of layer penetration. Using the layer to attack it will be very effective."

"Compared to my method, Mu Daxian's method is more labor-saving, but... it requires extremely high talent. The cage drawn on the painting cannot deceive the perception of the Smile Angel. It is impossible for ordinary people to do it."

"A painting that deceived the perception of the Angel of Smile..." Lin Yi had once felt Mu Daxian's paintings in a dream. At that time, he only used limited materials to complete the overwriting of the space and spent a night safely with Maozi.

It is hard to imagine how exciting it must be for the well-prepared Mu Daxian to take the initiative to "challenge" the Laughing Angel in the Art Building, his base camp.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of Mu Daxian seemed to still be stuck on the clues in the H comics - Mu Daxian broke the wings of the Laughing Angel.

But when was that?!

And what year is it tonight?

After such a long time, with Mu Daxian's talent and development speed that even Lao Mo recognizes, he must not be at the level of having his wings broken now!
The cognition...is still too superficial!
But this easily explains why he found that Mu Daxian’s value in his heart has been continuously rising along the way!

This is the reason!

His estimation of Mu Daxian's strength was still too low!
At this moment, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Hey! Got it!"

"Old Mo, over there!" He pointed to the moss-covered wall not far ahead and said, "The smiling angel over there is holding an hourglass in his hand!"

"Oh?" Lao Mo looked over and his face darkened. It was too far away, he couldn't see clearly...

This kid...his eyesight is so good?
He glanced at Lin Yi, and then realized that this might not be "vision" but a kind of "perception".

If you perceive it, you will also "see" it.

Heart eyes...?
"It's a rare opportunity, let's go over and see if I can use it."

As Lao Mo spoke, he walked up the stairs and in a few steps he reached the place where Lin Yi had just pointed.

There is a very strange phenomenon in the stairwell of the bell tower. If you look around as you go upstairs, you will find that in addition to moss, there are some lifelike murals on the walls around you.

But if you don't look carefully, you will feel that the wall is covered with some three-dimensional smiling angels. Between paying attention and not paying attention, the smiling angels on the wall present an eerie feeling of "being there".

If you feel it is a painting, you will find that it is not a painting. But if you feel it is not a painting, then it is a painting.

If an art student or other person accidentally stumbles into this place, they will easily be confused by this, causing the Laughing Angel to use reverse anchoring to break free from the layer in this painting.

This is what Mu Daxian said about not being attracted by the smiling angel.

This problem is no longer a problem for Lin Yi, because he only needs to have a certain understanding of layers and overwrites to understand the concept of "angels trapped in paintings".

Lao Mo observed this "painting". In the painting was an angel with a weird smile, covering his face and crying. His pale hands seemed to be about to move away from his face, but the painting froze him at that moment.

Instead, it held a petrified hourglass in its hand, and at the bottom of the hourglass was a sand pile in the shape of a cone, but it was also completely petrified. "This... can barely be used, but it's not suitable." Lao Mo thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head.

Lin Yi followed and asked in confusion, "Not suitable? But since it can be used, should we take it first?"

"There should be something more suitable." Lao Mo pondered, "The hourglass is a backup plan, and this... is the worst of the backup plans."

"Oh...it seems there is a lot of knowledge about hourglass..." Lin Yi nodded seriously. At first, when Lao Mo said that if it really didn't work, an hourglass would be fine. He thought an hourglass would be fine.

Lao Mo explained: "Just because the hourglass is OK doesn't mean that every hourglass is OK. Bamboo shoots are delicious, but no one will chew bamboo."

"You mean... this hourglass is too 'old'?"

Lao Mo nodded, without looking at the smiling angel any more, and continued walking upstairs.

"The hourglass in the Smile Angel's hand was formed when the kerosene lamp was covered by supernatural power and gradually petrified. Did you notice the sand in the hourglass?"

"Ah."

"It's like the wick of an old kerosene lamp. If the sand is still leaking out, it means the power of the old kerosene lamp has not been completely exhausted. But the hourglass is not like that. It has run out of oil."

"If you take that kind of lamp to the cafeteria, you can fix it and use it again, but I can't do that here."

"If the wick is not extinguished, you can add lamp oil to keep it burning, but if the wick is gone, it will be very difficult to relight it."

Lin Yi understood and stopped questioning Lao Mo's decision.

The two continued to move upward in the foggy area. A smiling angel would appear almost every certain distance, and these smiling angels were basically trapped in the paintings on the wall.

The rainwater that seeped in from the cracks in the wall flowed downwards in a crooked manner, but when it flowed through the smiling angel trapped in the painting on the wall, it showed some slight distortion tendencies.

When Lin Yi walked a distance, he suddenly had a strange feeling and subconsciously looked back at the stairs he had already walked.

When he saw this, he felt a chill approaching his innate senses, causing his body to shiver subconsciously.

Around the spiral staircase along the way, he saw pairs of arms, like hands struggling out of a prison cell, reaching out towards the air in the corridor. All of those arms were solidified into a certain image, but when he blinked, the originally solidified picture solidified into another picture.

"The Laughing Angels seem to have broken through the blockade of the painting! Is it because of me? Am I the culprit that caused them to escape after anchoring?!"

At this moment, Lao Mo in front seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help but frowned: "Huh... the effect of the painting seems to be weakening!"

"Lao Mo, it's all because of me..." Lin Yi felt a little guilty.

"Because of you!" Lao Mo interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Don't take all the blame on yourself for no reason."

"As long as you don't make mistakes of principle, they will never be able to use you to escape."

"The painting is no longer effective. Most likely, the 'original author' Mu Daxian can no longer hold on..."

"Once he dies completely, the things he overwrote with his extraordinary power will gradually dissipate."

"Time is running out, let's go!"

Lao Mo quickened his pace and rushed towards the endless Fibonacci sequence stairs.

Lin Yi really wanted to ask if it was possible to just charge in like that without any skills at all, but seeing how resolute Lao Mo was, he followed without hesitation.

After walking for a while, a faint light appeared in the depths of the fog, as if it was some kind of exit.

And the sound of the sinking bell seemed to become clearer.

The whistling sound of the wind seemed to be swirling there.

"We're almost there!" said Lao Mo, sure that the exit was just ahead.

Lin Yi's expression suddenly became much more serious.

Just as they were approaching the exit, a figure appeared in their sight.

He was an art student, wearing a dark green cloak, with a fierce look on his face, and half of his body was embedded in the wall, like a sculpture.

And inside that wall is a smiling angel.

The angel with a strange smile was held down on the head by the art student. It struggled to get out, but the art student nailed it into the painting like a steel nail.

"What's going on?" Lin Yi asked in surprise.

Lao Mo said, "That should be an art student who came here before. He has died."

"Not everyone has the ability of Mu Daxian, so once you encounter the Laughing Angel, you often have to sacrifice your life to trap it in the painting."

"Hey, this angel with a strange smile..." Lao Mo seemed to notice something, and a golden flame suddenly ignited in his eyes, "It is indeed an angel holding a lantern."

He glanced at the exit that was so close at hand, hesitated in silence for a few breaths, then took a deep breath and reached out to the painting.

Although Mu Daxian's side is urgent, if this smiling angel is missed, there may not be a more suitable one.

But just when he touched the painting, the "sacrificed" art student suddenly seemed to come alive, and his dim eyes suddenly burst into bright light, like the most gorgeous fireworks in the night sky.

"Don't even think about releasing the Laughing Angel!"

The art student roared, and his originally frozen figure suddenly became active. Then the surrounding environment suddenly became distorted, the space seemed to be stretched, and some kind of magical field seemed to be constructed.

"It's prison!" Lin Yi was shocked. In just a blink of an eye, he had unknowingly fallen into the overlay of an art student.

Lao Mo sighed, and his domain expanded, directly crushing the artist's means. He reached out and pushed the artist away.

"rest in peace."

The terrifying suction force instantly fell on the art student, squeezing him into powder.

(End of this chapter)