Chapter 513: Hurts? No pain?

Chapter 513: Hurts? No pain?

Chapter 513: Hurts? No pain?

[Howl——]

The painful roar of the Laughing Angel was immediately heard from under the shadow, and the hand that was holding Lin Yi's ankle suddenly exerted force and dug deeply into his flesh.

“Hiss—Fuck!!”

Fortunately, Lin Yi has now forged his skeleton into a golden body, otherwise his leg bones would probably be broken by just this one blow.

But continuous and no pain are two different concepts. Lin Yi grimaced in pain and couldn't help but increase the speed of the sawing.

“Gah! Gah! Gah…”

Lin Yi was like a happy little carpenter, sawing in the wind and rain until wood chips flew everywhere.

He quickly sawed off one of the Laughing Angel's arms, and after freeing his right hand, he grabbed the hacksaw with both arms, placed it on the Laughing Angel's arm on his leg, and then pulled up the hacksaw with all his strength.

“Crunch! Crunch! Crunch…”

He kept sawing, and the sound of the saw and the screams of the laughing angel intertwined, as if performing some kind of cult opera.

After sawing off a few arms, he sped up as if his muscle memory had been activated, and soon he sawed off the arms of the smiling angel one after another.

After all, the surface area of ​​his legs was limited, so the laughing angel's arms were sawed off less and less. However, he seemed to be obsessed with it, and he sawed more and more frantically and more and more excitedly.

“Huff, huff…咈咈咈…咈咈咈…”

The golden light in his eyes gradually became more ferocious, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up in the flying white powder, and then curved into a crazy arc...

His arms became stronger and stronger, and the sawing frequency became faster and faster. In a trance, he began to hear some kind of cheerful humming in his ears. He felt his body become heavier, as if he was being pressed down by something...

But he didn't have much time to pay attention to other things, he just kept on fighting madly.

And he was completely unaware that as the hacksaw pulled, the extraordinary power in the Sly Angel's body was also being consumed bit by bit by the hacksaw. Some of it was absorbed by the hacksaw as if it had been purified...

Finally, he sawed off the arms of all the laughing angels that had grabbed his legs.

Having lost his thing, he became a little at a loss. His hand holding the large steel saw with secret patterns kept shaking, as if immersed in some rhythm and unable to escape. His heavy breathing also seemed to contain some special breathing method.

At this moment, he was like a dump truck in good condition, with the accelerator welded shut, and he just wanted to destroy something else.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

His chest kept rising and falling, and hot air kept emerging from his body. He looked down at the black shadow under his feet. Part of the smiling angel in the shadow had its arm sawed off, and the face looking at him was already filled with a twisted look of fear and resentment...

But he couldn't go into the shadows, and could only keep looking around, looking for something that could vent his desire for destruction.

But maybe it was because the appearance of the Laughing Angel brought some kind of aura, the nocturnal creatures and the pseudo-human sculptures wanted to get close to Lin Yi but didn't dare to get too close to him because of their "Mist-Chasing Light" characteristics. As a result, when Lin Yi wanted to smash something, there was no unlucky guy around him.

But at this moment, the humming voice appeared in his ears again, and in a trance, he found two small feet swinging on his left shoulder.

The pair of feet were wearing black square-toed leather shoes and white lace socks. As they swung, a sticky black paint-like substance dripped from them...

Lin Yi was slightly startled, and raised his eyes. He immediately understood what the heavy object he felt on his body was...

The little girl sat on his shoulders, supporting them with both hands, swinging her feet lightly, humming some unknown song. Putting aside the dark and evil environment, she really looked like a girl in a Japanese comic who sat on a rooftop after class, feeling the afterglow of the sunset and looking at the illusion of the setting sun...

Lin Yi was slightly stunned. If this wasn't projected by the magician, it would definitely be very moving...

No wait…!
The Mage?!

i wipe...

Lin Yi took a deep breath, his heart instantly turned cold, and his desire for destruction was mostly extinguished in an instant.

As the desire for destruction faded, the little girl's figure gradually disappeared.

Just before she disappeared, she turned her head and looked somewhere.

Lin Yi was slightly startled and looked over.

When he looked up, he saw Wei Shan.

Wei Shan was holding his other shoulder, but his eyes were always on the shoulder where the little girl was sitting.

"Wei Sang, can you see...?" Lin Yi opened his mouth wide.

"I can't see her." Wei Shan shook his head.

Lin Yi pursed his lips: "I... haven't said what I can see yet..."

Wei Shan was stunned, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly fell silent, and then slowly straightened Lin Yi.

Lin Yi shook his left hand lightly, and the large steel saw broke into countless tiny golden threads, which re-entered his forearm.

When the golden threads turned back into secret patterns, Lin Yi faintly felt that there was some indescribable taste in those secret patterns.

He tried to move his arm, and it felt normal and he felt in control.

He glanced at his watch.

20: 23.

"Are you okay?" At this time, Wei Liang's voice came beside him.

Lin Yi discovered miraculously that when Wei Shan supported him just now, Wei Liang, who was originally beside him, seemed to have given up his position, but he didn't know where Wei Liang had gone.

If Wei Liang hadn't spoken now, he would have almost ignored Wei Liang's existence.

"It's okay. No, there's actually one more thing..." Lin Yi said with a magical expression, "As expected of you, the God of Blessing Wei Liang. You really woke me up with a word! How can I live without you, Liangzi!"

"Go away!" Wei Liang's face was full of disgust. "If you stay a little longer, I will have to endure the northwest wind for a little longer! You feel better now, right? If you feel better, hurry up and get on with your journey!"

"Oh my, traveling now really feels like going to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures! The evil wind, rain and fog are getting stronger and stronger..."

Wei Liang muttered to himself while hiding under Wei Shan's umbrella and hurried on his way.

"Let's continue our journey later. We still have to deal with some minor problems." Lin Yi said, looking at his feet.

The arms of the Laughing Angel were all sawed off, but each of them was tightly grasped on his legs. If he walked like this, it would be very exhausting for him.

"Wei Sang, can you see them now?" Lin Yi asked, pointing at the broken arms.

Wei Shan nodded: "Now you can see it, I will help you take it down." "Okay." Lin Yi nodded.

Wei Shan then bent down, held Lin Yi's leg with one hand and grabbed a broken arm with the other.

"Bear with me."

"Okay...wait, what are you enduring? Hiss-oh~"

As soon as Wei Shan exerted his strength, the palm of the Sly Angel was forcibly torn off Lin Yi's leg like a steel claw, and the large piece of flesh on Lin Yi's leg was torn off by Wei Shan. The bones that seemed to be cast from gold were flowing with a charming luster in the dim sky...

But Lin Yi's lips curled up due to the pain.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Wei Shan quickly pulled off all the broken arms of the smiling angels from his legs.

"Hiss...hiss..." Lin Yi's mouth trembled in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Shan looked at Lin Yi, whose eyes were almost filled with tears, and asked dully and puzzledly.

"That's nonsense! How can it not hurt?" Lin Yi wiped away his tears, but then he was suddenly stunned. Yes... why do I feel so much pain?
I was just a skeleton once, and I didn’t feel much pain then. Why do these “flesh injuries” hurt now?
Thinking of this, he suddenly didn't feel the pain anymore. It seemed that "pain" was just a "cognitive feedback" to him, that is, "it hurts when it looks like it" and "it hurts when it feels like it".

He looked at his exposed legs, and flesh and blood grew out in front of his eyes like nanotechnology, and soon his calves were restored to their original state.

He moved around a bit and it seemed like the new muscles he had grown were stronger than before.

Wei Shan handed the umbrella to Lin Yi and pointed at the broken arm of the smiling angel on the ground: "Old Lin, please help me hold the umbrella while I pack my things."

"Why are you still packing those things?" Lin Yi asked in confusion, but still took the umbrella handle naturally.

"It can be used." Wei Shan said as he bent down and picked up the broken arms of the Laughing Angel on the ground one by one. He tied them together like firewood cut from the mountain and put them on his back.

Lin Yi looked at Wei Shan's skillful movements, and suddenly felt the umbrella handle in his hand become soft.

He looked at the umbrella curiously, and then he discovered that the entire parachute was twisted together by some strange fibers. He moved his eyes upwards and looked at the umbrella surface.

The countless faces under the umbrellas were also looking at him with distorted expressions.

The faces looked painful, like ghosts crawling out of purgatory, emitting an evil aura. When they looked at Lin Yi, they seemed to wish they could break free from the keel of the umbrella and pounce on him.

Just when Lin Yi was attracted by the umbrella, Wei Shan took over the umbrella pole.

"Okay, we can continue on our way." Wei Shan said slowly.

Lin Yi was distracted for a moment, then quickly recovered and looked at the umbrella pole again, but he could no longer see any problem with it, and the umbrella cover seemed to have become normal again.

"Weisang, this umbrella...?"

Wei Shan explained again: "I borrowed it from other classmates."

Lin Yi pursed his lips, his intuition told him that this umbrella... was most likely handmade by Wei Sang.

They walked past some lamp posts, and suddenly, Wei Liang pointed to something not far away and exclaimed, "Fuck, Lao Lin, look, what the hell is that in front of you?"

The place Wei Liang pointed to was the lamppost they were about to go to. Lin Yi looked over there and saw a crowd of people in front of him, like a gathering of performers in ancient times.

But this was only the first glance. When Lin Yi looked closely, he found that the people gathered together were very strange, twisting and undulating in the rain and fog, like layers of seaweed...

"Could that be the Forest of Dead Men's Steles?" A thought immediately emerged in Lin Yi's mind.

The tombstones of the dead that he had encountered were all front-facing, so if he was seeing the back-facing side now, it would be understandable.

From a distance, the Forest of Steles looks like a pangolin. Each human-shaped tombstone is like a scale on it. They have different breathing rhythms from each other, but they can maintain the same overall rhythm.

"What should we do, Lao Lin?" Wei Liang trembled.

Lin Yi couldn't help but ask, "You're asking me at this time? I also want to ask you, Fusheng Weiliang Tianzun, do you think it's so difficult for us to leave?"

Wei Liang whispered, "Can we get around it?"

Lin Yi immediately started to observe. Theoretically, the lamp posts in abnormal weather conditions would be in a straight line. If he avoided them, he would easily get lost. But for now he had to consider avoiding the Forest of Steles.

"Theoretically, it's impossible to get around it, but we can try...?"

"We can't try, we can only force it." However, this time, Wei Shan directly denied Lin Yi's statement and gave a direct answer, "At most... we can try to go around the edge of the light, provided that we don't disturb them."

"But it doesn't matter if it disturbs you."

Lin Yi tilted his neck and looked puzzled: "?"

What does... "It doesn't matter if I disturb you" mean?
"I know what those things are, and I also know what they surround..." Wei Shan said, carrying the bundle of dry firewood made of the broken arms of the Sly Laughing Angel in front of him. "It might have been a little troublesome before, but it's much easier to handle now."

"What do you mean, wait, you mean..." Lin Yi suddenly reacted, "Are those who are surrounded over there Lu Zhao and his group?"

Wei Shan nodded slightly: "That's right, after they couldn't get out of the classroom, the group of dirty things, that is, the Forest of Dead Steles you mentioned, Lao Lin, followed them."

"I felt like we were going to collide with them, and we did."

"But it doesn't matter. The angel sculptures are of the same level. We can use the parts of the Laughing Angel to deal with the Forest of Dead Steles..."

"Of course, this alone is not enough. These broken arms need some simple treatment."

As Wei Shan spoke, he began to fiddle with the broken arms.

Lin Yi was shocked to see that fat and silly Wei Shan become so flexible, like a Hong Jbao who could handle problems efficiently. He couldn't help but wonder, "Wei Sang, how do you know all this?"

Wei Shan's movements froze slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Mr. Tian told me all this."

"Master Tian... ?hiss..." Lin Yi's brows twitched slightly. Well done, Wei Sang, I didn't expect that a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would start to get others to endorse you.

"What did Mr. Tian say?" he then asked.

Wei Shan said: "Just say that the Sly Laughing Angel can be used for self-defense..."

"That's all you said?"

"That's all I remembered." Wei Shan said honestly.

Was it "I just remembered this much" or "I only need this much right now"? Lin Yi expressed his doubts, but did not ask any more questions. Instead, he focused all his attention on Wei Shan's actions.

(End of this chapter)