Chapter 547 Super Chant

Chapter 547 Super Chant

Chapter 547 Super Chant
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that this was indeed the case.

Sure enough, after walking in the mist for a while, the ground under Mao Feiyang's feet became soft. At first, it was like stepping on rotten wooden boards, but soon it turned into soft sand, and then began to become like dry mud...

"Great, the Layer Transition is almost over?"

"End? Still here..." Mao Feiyang murmured.

Lin Yi found that Mao Feiyang's tone was a little low, as if he was gritting his teeth.

Looking closely, veins on Mao Feiyang's forehead had been throbbing since some point. Lin Yi's heart tightened suddenly, and he suddenly realized that since he was not involved in the incident, he had no idea how much energy Mao Zi had consumed when he moved forward here.

"Hehehe..." Mao Feiyang let out a low, hoarse laugh from his throat.

Lin Yi wanted to remind Mao Feiyang to use the feather, but before he could say anything, he found that Mao Feiyang had already grasped the sculpture feather tightly in his hand.

Mao Feiyang had already taken out the sculpture feather and used it, but even so, walking in the fog had exhausted almost all of his strength.

The realm of sculptural feathers is squeezed out of shape here, just like the ultra-thin raincoat Wei Liang took out and put on in a storm.

The feeling under his feet became more and more strange, and Mao Feiyang's figure became more and more staggering. Gradually, some low and fragmented calls began to be heard in the gravel-like mist, like countless ghosts floating in his ears, constantly making some low whispers.

The more you don't want to pay attention to this kind of voice, the more you care about it. The more you don't want to listen to what it is saying, the clearer you can hear it...

Finally, Lin Yi heard it...

heard it……

The ancient chant that is like a ballad:
【Rr ved mine dypbl pupiller……sprekker mitt stjerneskelett……forsyner min rmne……】

【Brenn min beinflammende ild……gjr min blgeornament uendelig……knuser min minnestav……】

【Bind min tidskokong……sluk min navn……begrav min uoppdrettede katastrofe……】

【…store stjerner…】

【…store stjerner…】

What Lin Yi found incredible was that the intonation of the chanting this time was peculiar, sometimes deep and sometimes long, but it seemed to be a relatively complete passage in the air...

He didn’t understand anything, but he understood rhythm and tempo!
The chanting sounded like phrases pieced together one after another with ancient and mysterious syllables. Each sentence was made up of three phrases. The final effect was like it was chanted in an unknown language... "The Book of Songs".

Mao Feiyang stopped, as if summoned by the chanting. He stood in the fog like a sculpture, not knowing where to go, as if lost.

The chanting sound rose and fell, and the rhythm became stronger and stronger, like a storm covering the place.

"Maozi!"

"Maozi!!"

Lin Yi called out anxiously, trying to wake Mao Feiyang up.

"Don't panic... I told you, don't panic, Lao Lin." To Lin Yi's surprise, Mao Feiyang responded immediately, "I told you, I'm here, I've always been here..."

"Then you just..."

"I'm just listening..." Mao Feiyang said faintly, "It's been a long time... I haven't heard it for a long time..."

"You...you've heard such a sound?" Lin Yi was shocked. "We all knew it before, or...you heard it after you became an art student..."

A meaningful expression appeared on Mao Feiyang's lips: "Touch my abyss pupils... split my star skeleton... corrode my rotten moon..."

"Old Lin is gone, gone..."

"It seems...someone doesn't want us to come..."

"But the more this happens, the more it proves that... we are heading in the right direction."

Lin Yi pursed his lips: "What on earth is going on?"

Mao Feiyang said: "After the death of the pharaoh, he rested in the pyramid. In order to prevent tomb robbers from disturbing this eternal sleep, they would engrave curses outside the tomb..."

"The chanting you heard..."

Lin Yi was shocked: "Fuck, is this a curse?"

"Oh, that's not the case..." Mao Feiyang said.

"You fucking ..." Lin Yi was speechless.

Mao Feiyang said: "Some people say that this is the song that the "first apostle" sang when he imposed "time exile" on her. It is a kind of seal and shackles. It will only appear when you are close to the place of "time exile" to drive away those who are close..."

"Some people also say that this is the song sung by 'her'... Her voice permeates time and is distorted by time, becoming this kind of sound. Only believers who are infinitely close to 'her' will sing out loud..."

"Whichever it is, it's telling us... that we are very close."

Lin Yi frowned slightly: "Really? I don't quite believe it..."

"If you have a physical body, I will beat you up if you say this in this atmosphere, Lao Lin." Mao Feiyang said, "How can you be more despicable than me?"

Mao Feiyang is surprisingly self-aware and knows that he has some "lowly" attributes and elements.

Lin Yi said: "But I have a vague feeling that this chant is not the one... the last two repetitive ones... the tone is stronger than the others..."

"That's them calling the girl from far away." Mao Feiyang said in a mean way.

Lin Yi was speechless, but he said something classic: "Why? You want to fluff cotton too? Flip half a pound of cotton into 88 ounces?"

Mao Feiyang curled his lips, but these two simple quarrels broke up the terrifying atmosphere around them.

After walking a little further, Mao Feiyang suddenly started coughing violently. He bent over and supported his knees with his hands, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Lin Yi asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

“Cough cough cough cough… It’s okay, it’s okay…” Mao Feiyang waved his hands, “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 into the gaps 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 hard to explain..."

"Maybe he'll attack me, or maybe he'll attack you... Anyway, it'll be troublesome if he gets entangled with you..."

"You'll attack me again?" Lin Yi was a little surprised.

Mao Feiyang said: "The 'dream boundary' is not invincible... What you think of as a 'dream' may just be a state of 'existence' in the eyes of creatures in other dimensions."

"If you die in a dream, you will really die in reality." "Go! Really have to go!"

Mao Feiyang dragged his heavy steps, moving forward bit by bit as if walking through a quagmire.

The fog was surging, and the smell of decay filled the entire world.

The chanting continued, mixed with the wind and constantly attacked his mind.

Mao Feiyang kept moving back and forth, and as he continued to move forward, his vision gradually began to change. The fog, which was originally so thick that people could hardly see the road ahead, seemed to slowly become thinner.

His footsteps did not stop, and finally, the soil under his feet began to turn into soft mud, and the feeling of being down to earth appeared in his perception again.

Soon, his vision gradually became clear, and Lin Yi also discovered that as the fog dissipated, some vague shadows of tombstones suddenly appeared around him.

Mao Feiyang finally completed the layer transition and arrived at the cemetery in the painting.

The cemetery was silent and eerie. The tombstones looked particularly solemn in the dim light, and an air of decay permeated the air.

In the cemetery, weeds grew wildly, swaying gently like seaweed in the windless air, as if they were hands reaching out from the ground.

As the cemetery became clearer, the fog that shrouded the entire world seemed to become much thinner. At the same time, the chanting sound that continued to come 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.

"Strictly speaking, I succeeded." Mao Feiyang said in a mean way, "You are at most my artificial intelligence 'Lao Lin', just like Jarvis in Iron Man."

"Jarvis died later..." Lin Yi said weakly.

"..." Mao Feiyang was helpless, "Why don't you want to order something good."

"You were the one who mentioned Iron Man and Jarvis first!"

"Okay, so you are Mjölnir, the hammer of Thor, and I am Thor, the god of thunder!"

"Mirnir was crushed by Hela!"

"Lao Lin, you fucking ..." Mao Feiyang was furious. "Forget it! Don't worry too much. To some extent, this is also part of the illusion... No, to be exact, this is indeed true, but relatively speaking, it is also false."

"What I said is a bit confusing, 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 in this layer, it is real and exists..."

"You're going to think, 'We can't reach a place that doesn't exist', right, Lao Lin?"

Lin Yi was shocked. Yes, only places that exist can be reached by people.

If even existence is denied, then even existence itself will lose its meaning...

Almost denied the existence of this place... Lin Yi wiped his sweat.

"What happens if existence is denied?" he asked.

"If it is denied, then it will 'not exist', right?" Mao Feiyang asked, "And 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."

"suicide?"

"How can it be called 'suicide'? It's just 'reality correcting' its logical errors." Mao Feiyang corrected.

Lin Yi said helplessly: "What you said sounds like a philosophical dialectic, with a sense of dialectic of 'there is nothing outside the mind'."

"'Philosophy' itself is a kind of cognitive anchor. It is the dialectical summary of the thoughts of the sages of all ages on the world and the laws of heaven and earth..."

"Just like 'science' is also an anchor...locking the 'unknown' within 'cognition' to prevent cognition from collapsing and overturning reality..."

"Wait wait wait... Maozi, wait a minute..." Mao Feiyang's words made Lin Yi feel uneasy, and he also realized a very serious problem, "Is the world outside different from what I 'know'?"

He felt like 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 the subversion of reality...

Mao Feiyang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Lao Lin..."

"Huh?" Lin Yi was startled by Mao Feiyang's sudden serious question.

"Look at this manor, no, cemetery, is it real?"

"If you don't know it..."

"No need for 'if', just say...is it real?"

"reality."

Mao Feiyang was silent for a moment, then continued: "For the 'people' living here, it is their entire world."

Lin Yi knew what Maozi meant, but he didn't dare to think about the reality according to his words.

Is this what Tian Bufan meant when he said, “‘that’ world is real, ‘this’ world is also real”?
As he was speaking, a series of slow footsteps suddenly sounded in the cemetery.

“Crack…Crack…Crack…”

Like the sound of leather boots walking on lush green grass.

Lin Yi subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and soon spotted a looming figure in the thin mist...

"Could it be 'it'?" Lin Yi thought of the thin and cold figure that appeared before Maozi rushed into the painting, and worried that the guy might catch up with him.

"What 'it'?" Mao Feiyang asked back.

Lin Yi gestured towards the fog and asked, "What is that?"

"That... Holy shit!" Mao Feiyang looked over and before he could even catch his breath he jumped up in shock, "It came so quickly?!"

"Is this one of those things you were talking about?"

Mao Feiyang said: "Yes... but they are not very aggressive, so they are considered 'people' of 'this world'."

"Is it really a human?" Lin Yi asked.

"Of course not." Mao Feiyang denied, "Don't worry about it. One of the principles of 'Layer Transition' is not to get too involved in this world. Once you are attracted by the illusions in the layer, you will sink into the layer and become unable to extricate yourself, becoming a lost soul trapped in the layer."

"The things you see are imprisoned here. Before they were imprisoned, they might have been art students who entered the gallery, or people who were dreaming, or some inhuman units... They accidentally fell into the cracks of the layers, and then became beings that were separated from their bodies and assimilated into the unknown dimension..."

"There are countless 'worlds in paintings' like this. They may shine like a beacon in the illusory dimension. Those lost souls who wander nearby will attach themselves to them, anchoring themselves as part of the world in a daze."

(End of this chapter)