Chapter 1161: 547: Can Maozi Use My Skill?
Chapter 1161: Chapter 547: Can Maozi Use My Skill?
Lin Yi was slightly stunned: “You sound so professional, you seem to know a lot?”
“If you don’t want to listen, I won’t say more.” Mao Feiyang said disdainfully.
“Sorry, my bad.”
Lin Yi put on a mischievous look, choking Mao Feiyang: “Sometimes I feel like we’re about to switch roles.”
“Mr. Mao, please continue with the lesson.” Lin Yi said in a high-pitched voice with a eunuch-like tone.
Mao Feiyang smirked: “We have a hypothesis—an unproven hypothesis…”
“Uh, hold on… ‘we’?” Lin Yi was puzzled.
Mao Feiyang said: “Yes, ‘we’, you, me, Young Master Tian, Wei Sang, Kuai Zi, and… Wei Liang. We’ve put forward a hypothesis that the ‘Shrouded in mist and chasing light’ effect applies to all transcendent beings…”
“Those lost souls have no concept of ‘time’ here. They might be creatures who’ve been submerged for thousands of years or ones that have just recently sunk, but the deep layers have frozen their ‘time’, allowing them to exist in a special form.”
“And in this nearly eternal time, some ‘paintings’ provide a sustaining function like ‘worlds’ created for them… thus, the Shrouded in mist and chasing light seekers become part of the painting worlds.”
“Once we linger here too long and lose our ‘identity’, we’ll be assimilated by the world.”
“Who created these paintings?” Lin Yi asked, “Not all paintings have the ability to display such power, right?”
“That’s for certain.” Mao Feiyang said, “Only the gallery’s creators ‘Original Apostles’, or some outstanding artists from later generations have that ability.”
“Such a setup was intended from the beginning to trap and kill those like us who transition to ‘her’ chamber through ‘layer transition’…”
“They don’t want ‘her’ state to be disrupted, hoping she’ll continue in eternal slumber.”
“Then what are you doing now?” Lin Yi asked.
He noticed that after Mao Feiyang showed up here, he put away his feather sculpture and kept moving through the cemetery, constantly examining one crooked tombstone after another, seemingly searching for something.
“Of course, I’m looking for a path to continue the transition!” Mao Feiyang said, pointing at the figure beneath the mist, “See them? They’re still a distance away from us; we have to find the next path before they locate us.”
“Seen ‘The Matrix’? Right now, we’re the virus in this world; those Agent Smiths are on their way. If they catch up to us, over time, we’ll become one of them.”
“Sounds quite cursed, but no choice—it’s been this way since ancient times.”
“So, Old Lin, why don’t you help me search!”
“Alright! I’ll definitely help you, but what are you looking for?”
“I don’t really know what to look for either. The symbols on the tombstones appeared before human writing. I have no clue what they mean… But Old Lin, your will once reached ‘her’ chamber. Search for the ‘scent of memory’, and if it’s a match, we’ve found it!”
“Why didn’t you mention something so crucial earlier?” Lin Yi was suddenly a bit angry.
“In fact, there’s no need for me to say too much. If you had passed by earlier, you would’ve definitely felt it.” Mao Feiyang added, “Besides, wasn’t I just explaining to you?”
“Old Lin, dogs can distinguish 2 million different scents. Although a human nose is only 1/1200th of a dog’s, it’s not bad. You’re just not using it attentively…”
Lin Yi said: “The way you talk makes it seem like you’re training police dogs…”
“If you must put it that way, there’s nothing I can do.” Mao Feiyang said, “Hurry and find it, before they attack us… enter the next layer.”
“Okay, okay…” Lin Yi stopped wasting time, took a deep breath, and sent his perception outward, simultaneously activating ‘Field of View Insight’.
“Buzz…”
A ripple immediately spread out around Mao Feiyang as the center, Lin Yi’s phantom silhouette emerged behind Mao Feiyang like a Primordial Spirit Dharma Form.
“Good… good, good…” Mao Feiyang’s lips curled into a somewhat sinister smile, and his eyes seemed to overlap with Lin Yi’s, as if the ‘Field of View Insight’ effect was simultaneously augmenting him.
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
The ripples continued to spread, the perception network spread madly outward, covering the ground, instantly bringing numerous tombstones into the perception domain.
Meanwhile, the figure not far away finally emerged from the mist, stepping into the cemetery’s range.
It was an Old Cowboy, tall and sturdy, wearing a black leather jacket and worn-out jeans, with metallic decorations on the jacket glinting coldly in the dim light.
This image was unexpected for Lin Yi, resembling a Western cowboy whose prime had yet to come.
When he appeared in the cemetery, Lin Yi’s mind immediately connected him with Johnny Blaze, the cemetery caretaker from the movie ‘Evil Spirit Knight’.
“Oi~” The Old Cowboy called out from afar, his voice carrying the ultra-mature old Western masculine vibe with a bubbling gravelly tone, “Now’s not a good time for grave robbing, kid.”