Chapter 493: Scare off the Forest of Dead Steles

Chapter 493: Scare off the Forest of Dead Steles

Chapter 493: Scare off the Forest of Dead Steles

Lu Zhao was speechless: "Can you say something normal?"

Chen Xue said: "If it doesn't work, we can say that we are secretly sent by the government..."

"Okay... If you don't have the IQ, don't say it next time." Lu Zhao held his forehead, "The so-called "class teacher" is just for us who are still "experience students". If we change our identities, do you think we will be "class teacher" or "executive"? "

"I'm not being too modest. Xiaobing and Xiaoxue, you two together may not be able to take her down."

Although Chen Bing and Chen Xue were dissatisfied, they didn't say anything else.

After all, she already said "no IQ" after just a few words. If she said a few more words, she would probably be called "big-breasted and no brains".

Jin Jiuyao couldn't help but ask: "Then 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 you start, make some noise and add some water. Let them test the strength of Xiao Zi and William. And by the way, tell the class teacher that we are not enemies."

Several people looked at each other and then nodded.

"That's it."

……

"Is that the decision?" Lin Yi on the other side eavesdropped on everything.

There's nothing you can do about it, some people's hearing is just that good.

He sighed helplessly. If Chen Xue was really willing to exchange the information for a mere Forest of Dead Men's Steles, he would definitely be willing to teach him everything he knew about the Forest of Dead Men's Steles.

After all, he accidentally developed a good friend from Li Huiyuan, the "cannon fodder". Now he is too busy to be in two places, and he needs some cannon fodder.

However, Lu Zhao's concerns were correct.

We just met by chance, why should we be honest with each other?
When it comes to information exchange, who can guarantee that one’s sincerity isn’t matched by another’s falsehood?

This was also the main reason why he didn't dare to communicate with others when he first entered the school.

But there was one thing in Lu Zhao and the others' conversation that still piqued Lin Yi's interest - "adaptation".

In the short term, he seemed to hear this feature repeatedly.

Carrying the ashes requires adaptation, entering the campus and perfecting one's cognition requires adaptation... How come these seemingly insignificant and intuitive things are becoming more and more extraordinary?
Even, there is a sense of "conceptualization".

But to be honest, his ability to become like this is indeed closely related to "adaptation".

If he had not gradually adapted to "making sticks" after entering the school, with his inspiration, he would definitely be in a worse situation than Jin Jiuyao.

Not to mention that I might not be able to survive the first night, even reaching the teaching building would be a problem.

Lin Yi spread his perception and locked onto the nineteen pseudo-human classmates in the classroom. He then carefully observed the movements of Lu Zhao and the other three from a vague distance. Then, he took out the notepad, slowly opened it, and placed it in front of himself.

He planned to simply record some information, and then go to the bookshelf area to look through the books.

No matter what Wei Liang hinted at, it was true that he was now trapped in the classroom with nothing to do due to the bad weather.

He turned to the latest page, recalled what had happened, and then wrote:
"The body was taken away..."

Just as he wrote this, he felt the light dimming, and the tip of the pen in his hand gradually left ink stains on the note paper. The handwriting of [“The body was taken in…”] suddenly twisted, becoming like the roots buried in the cafeteria, and gradually began to ooze out some sticky liquid like ketchup…

"what?!"

At the same time, a chilly feeling slowly flowed down from the top of Lin Yi's head, gradually enveloping him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure that suddenly appeared beside him.

Fake classmate!

When he turned his head, he was faced with not just one face, but a row and a circle of a large number of pseudo-human classmates with weird smiling faces looking down at him.

Under the light of incandescent lamps, these 19 back-lit faces are like templates for printing - similar distance between collapsed noses, the same bluish eyelid wrinkles, 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 countless silk threads are hanging their facial features and stretching them in the same direction.

Nineteen pseudo-human classmates surrounded him in a strange posture, like nineteen tombstones inserted around him, making it impossible to get through.

Their eyes were all focused on the sentence at the tip of his pen: [The "buried body" was taken away in...]

Seeing Lin Yi stop writing and look at them, nineteen pairs of empty eyes turned to Lin Yi in unison. There was a layer of turbid gray film on the surface of the vitreous body of those eyes, like snake specimens that had been shelved 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 rubbing against each other made a sandpaper-like noise.

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 is no longer the same person he used to be. He is no longer afraid of these scenes, but the cult and weird atmosphere they bring still makes him feel uncomfortable and has a strong and creepy resistance.

Lin Yi looked at them, silently lowered his gaze, and then slowly wrote this sentence with the pen.

“No… don’t…” The man’s face suddenly looked anxious, “Write quickly… don’t scribble… don’t…”

When the words "burial body" were erased, the nineteen voices suddenly twisted into shrieks.

Their mandibles made a dislocated clicking sound, their necks tilted forward at an anti-joint angle, and 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 words into a vortex.

When he had almost finished painting, he turned to the second line and wrote a sentence:

“Those who chase the light in the fog will eventually become illusions.” “No——!” The faces in that row screamed in fear, and tears mixed with a strange liquid oozed out of their bulging eyeballs.

The next moment, these 19 figures began to tremble like shadow puppets with their spines removed, then gradually dispersed and returned to their original seats, continuing to stand there like tombstones.

But from this moment on, their eyes all changed, becoming full of anger and sadness, as well as some fear and terror...

Lin Yi buried his head and continued writing. Under the original sentence, he silently wrote: "Octopus Teppanyaki..."

Octopus refers to the body, because the body looks like an octopus, and teppanyaki means kitchen. This sentence means [the body is stored in the dining hall. 】

He continued writing, recording some of the factors that prevented the original Ash Apostle from invading reality, as well as the discoveries in the areas above the fifth floor of the teaching building, but they were all abbreviated, or marked with symbols that only he understood the meaning of. There was also one sentence that he emphasized in recording -

"【Everyone is a light-seeker in the mist】"

While he was writing silently, the way Lu Zhao and others looked at him had changed drastically.

They saw with their own eyes how those fake classmates came to Lin Yi in strange ways, begged him, and finally left in anger and fear...

With their knowledge, they simply couldn't understand what was going on. The only thing they could be sure of was that there was something very wrong with Lin Yi.

During this period, Chen Xue wanted to see what Lin Yi was writing many times, but was stopped by Lu Zhao every time.

Lu Zhao narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly, saying in a deep voice: "Don't go over there, let's take care of our own things first..."

Chen Xue pursed her lips and nodded.

Jin Jiuyao hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly: "Then...should we still use fake people to test them?"

Lu Zhao held his forehead with his hand: "This is not a test at all! Didn't you see what happened just now? Let nature take its course... Don't provoke him, but don't be afraid of him either. We should do what we have to do, just treat him as an ordinary and unfamiliar experiencer..."

At this moment, Lin Yi finished recording the information, stood up from his chair, and walked towards the bookshelf area.

He wanted to look through the books to see if there were really some special books as Wei Liang hinted.

Seeing Lin Yi moving, Lu Zhao quickly stood up: "Xiao Bing, follow me. Xiao Xue, cooperate with Xiao Jin and mark these fake people first. We will get rid of them together later."

"Come on, Old Lu, didn't you say you wouldn't provoke him?" Jin Jiuyao quickly questioned.

Lu Zhao glared at him and stressed, "Who said I was going to provoke him? I was just going to the bookshelf to pick out some books!"

Jin Jiuyao quickly shut his mouth.

Lu Zhao glanced at the fake people in the classroom. He had a strong premonition that there must be a close relationship between these fake people and those outside the classroom. After all, when the door of the classroom was opened just now, that indescribable strong "sense of wholeness" made him particularly concerned.

Of course, Lin Yi's existence also made him very curious... He felt that he must get in touch with this person, but he was not at ease to send Jin Jiuyao, a powerful man, so he had to go himself.

Lin Yi had already sensed Lu Zhao's movements clearly - of course, the entire classroom was covered by Lin Yi's perception, and he could react immediately to the slightest disturbance.

If Lu Zhao came here with some useful information, then he wouldn't mind some simple information exchange.

But if he wanted to get something for nothing, then it's no wonder that he got four cannon fodders to explore the secrets of the campus.

Lin Yi slowly approached the bookshelf area, and the scene he had seen in Class 18 of Group C before involuntarily emerged in his mind.

Outside the broken classroom window, the "Original Ash Apostle" was like a suspended god. The closer one got to it, the more severe the spatial dimension collapsed. The existence of the "Original Ash Apostle" was like pressing a finger hard on the multiple layers of bedding.

The collapsed bedding is like space distorted by gravity.

After walking a few steps, Lin Yi quietly stopped on a certain step. The scene of seeing the "Original Ash Apostle" before appeared in front of his eyes, and then he slowly overlapped the scene at that time with reality...

When the campus was built, all classrooms should have been designed the same way. Even the areas on the 5th floor and above of the teaching building should have followed this logic...

The collapsing gravitational waves around the "Original Ash Apostle" were most likely related to the fluctuations generated when it descended into the teaching building layer. Lin Yi knew very well that he and the "Original Ash Apostle" were definitely on two different levels, but compared to ignorance and escape, he at least had the courage to peek at the "Original Ash Apostle".

Of course... Mainly because he was an "Ashebringer", he was naturally on the hunting list of the "Original Ashbringer", and he couldn't expect anyone to come to his rescue at any time - no matter if it was the store owner, the night watchman or the security guard, there was no reason for them to hang around him, so instead of waiting for others to come and kill him like a chicken and say "Looking my eyes!", he might as well be prepared in advance.

So he stood silently on the steps, and his sensory tentacles depicted the entire classroom in his mind.

"Open "My World"! " He let out a low roar in his heart, and his will instantly floated out of his body, floating above his body like a soul leaving his body.

In the "Minecraft" state, the entire classroom is composed of grid lines, and the "editing" rights of the entire world are in his hands.

He began to try to compress the grid lines to make them closer to the world distorted by the "Original Ashbringer".

As the grid lines compressed, everything around him began to move naturally, but he soon encountered difficulties. When the grid lines were compressed to a certain extent, "Minecraft" began to become irritable and unstable, shaking "buzzing".

Finally, with a loud "bang", "my world" shattered, and Lin Yi's will fell into his body.

He staggered back a step and almost fell because of the height difference of the steps.

He steadied himself, his expression looking somewhat grim.

"Why can't 'Minecraft' be compressed?"

"Is that collapse just an effect I 'saw'?"

"Could it be that what actually happened and what I saw were only 'similar in appearance', but in essence they were two completely different things?!"

Lin Yi suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure. This pressure came from the fear and awe he felt for the unknown, and the feeling that the more he wanted to touch it, the more he found it was thousands of miles away from him...

I tried my best, but I still couldn't reach your corner.

The feeling of helplessness and powerlessness was like a tide that could drown him.

He thought that facing the "Original Ash Apostle" meant that he was beginning to get close to it, but now he realized that the sun was always hanging high in the sky, and he just climbed up a tall building and thought he could touch the sky...

(End of this chapter)