He only acted like a "student" in front of the homeroom teacher - 040, and those who could become homeroom teachers naturally had excellent qualities in other aspects. Although they were sometimes indecisive, they could still clearly distinguish the situation.
At this moment, Zhao Lingxiao was absorbing the pollution at a speed visible to the naked eye—this was the consequence of not listening to Lin Yi's advice.
He couldn't easily save someone like that.
As a homeroom teacher, he was also clearly aware of the consequences of doing so.
If she could withstand such a level of pollution, then there would definitely be a place for her in the path of transcendence. Conversely, there would definitely be a place for her in the inhuman path of transcendence.
As for whether she would remain human or be able to remain human later, she couldn't decide that now.
…
At this moment, Zhao Lingxiao was deeply engrossed in the act of gazing into the abyss. Her eyes were blank, and some sparks of light flickered in her eyes like swaying stars. At times, a hint of desire flashed, and at other times, she became devout and reverent…
And the endless abyss and darkness were also adorned with strange colors in her eyes as if being painted with ink. In her eyes, it was no longer a vague human outline, but a small room, a stove, a thin figure holding a hammer, and a red-hot iron block like a branding iron, and the sound of hammering down, strike after strike.
"Ding! Ding! Ding…"
…
At this time, Lin Yi was completely unaware that the layers had been distorted and mutated, and he was also unaware of the fleeting interlude in the outside world.
He was still carefully chopping at the spine.
As he continued to chop, when he chopped to a certain extent, some of the vertebrae on the spine began to disassemble on their own. Some scattered bone spurs fell down with a "crackle" sound, as if their main support had been removed.
Lin Yi was like a craftsman making intangible cultural heritage, cutting off the deformed bones and then carefully polishing each key bone.
After he had selected most of the bones, he placed them all together, then picked up one of the bones, dipped it in some extraordinary substance like dipping in paste, and started gluing the bones together as if he were playing with a hot glue gun.
After building the skeleton, he didn't rush to fill it with flesh and blood, but took two steps back and looked at the skeleton in front of him, as if he was inspecting his few handmade products.
This skeleton was quite heretical overall. When the bones of each part were placed in their corresponding positions, fungal-like flocs began to grow between the bones. These flocs connected with each other and quickly hardened into an armor-like structure. In the end, the entire skeleton looked as if it was wrapped in spider silk.
After some inspection, Lin Yi felt that if he did this step, it would be almost done. If he wanted to refine it further, it would be more laborious.
From a cost-effective point of view, this level of skeleton was just right.
But he still didn't make any extra moves, and he didn't mean to assemble the surrounding flesh and blood.
Because just when he was cutting flesh and bones, he had some new creative inspiration—or rather, he suddenly "thought of" some new inspiration again.
He took a deep breath, dismissed the kitchen knife in his hand, and then slowly released his sensory tentacles, like controlling the body of the blue apron chef before, and infiltrated into the skeleton little by little.
This skeleton was not like the green apron chef, which had its own will. In addition, it was originally built by Lin Yi, and Lin Yi knew every joint clearly. Therefore, when his sensory tentacles touched the skeleton, they penetrated in very naturally.
Immediately afterwards, his will began to descend on the skeleton…
Lin Yi took a deep breath, and his main body slowly squatted down on the ground, supporting his cheek with his left hand, looking like a bored decadent youth.
But part of his will had already poured into the skeleton along the sensory tentacles.
"Buzz… buzz…"
In the black space, ripples spread out from under Lin Yi's body. When they touched the skeleton, a hazy halo began to appear on the skeleton, like the shimmering waves in a lake in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Lin Yi's vision fluctuated slightly, and he felt that he had opened his eyes again.
But in fact, he didn't have "eyes". He was just like a driver who entered the cockpit, entering the skeleton.
"What a wonderful feeling…" He turned his head to look at Tian Bufan and Kuai Hongji, "What an amazing feeling!"
But in Tian Bufan's eyes, the skeleton was moving its mandible with a "click", but there was nothing else.
Tian Bufan supported his forehead: "Stop playing, there is no vocal cord, let's continue to the next step."
Uh… Lin Yi scratched the back of his head, but only the knuckles of his fingers clicked in the air.
He suddenly remembered that this skeleton had no head, or rather, no skull.
Alas… it's really a bit puzzling.
Lin Yi was a little speechless, but it didn't matter, let's start the next step in a conventional way.
He controlled the sensory tentacles to penetrate out of the skeleton and released them continuously around.
This approach was like using his main body as a terminal, and then gradually delegating perception.
His perception quickly covered the ground with flesh and blood, and then, like a matched port, began to constantly pick out those corpses.
His screening method was very strange. What he picked was not corpses, but muscle fibers…
The muscle fibers he selected wriggled and crawled towards the skeleton as if they had come alive.
The scene of countless muscle fibers crawling together was like countless tiny fleshy whiskers. The disgusting scene made people's scalps tingle just by looking at it.
And Lin Yi himself, who had always disliked this kind of scene, did not have any strange emotions when controlling these muscle fibers.
At this time, he was as cold as a ruthless machine.
These countless muscle fibers gathered together, like weaving, gradually covering the skeleton. From a distance, it looked like flesh and blood began to grow on the skeleton.
In the process of covering the flesh and blood, Lin Yi also secretly injected ashes into it.
Gradually, a skinned muscleman appeared over there, and strangely, every piece of flesh on its body seemed to possess some remnant of consciousness, wriggling erratically, and with each wriggle, releasing whispers that were almost imperceptible, like the sobs of a young girl, the cries of an infant, and... the mournful howls drifting from a mass grave late at night.
Lin Yi felt this bizarre body, and even as the originator, he was still infected by the evil will emanating from the flesh and blood of this body, feeling a chill.
He tried to make some simple physical movements, and the body began to sway, like a robot with a slightly lagging signal...
But when the range of motion was too large, the muscles on his body would still break, making him look very fragile.
"Muscles may not be necessary... the skeleton is."
"The muscles were just used to carry the ashes and transcendent power..."
Lin Yi was naturally most clear about his own masterpiece.
"I still need to fix the head..."
There was no way to shape the skull using the bones that were originally in the roots, so he found the petrified corpse fragments, found the relatively complete ones, and then smashed them directly, using the transcendent substance as a binder to piece together a helmet-like skull.
"Since there's no real head, I'll make do with this."
He looked at the skull and muttered in his heart.
Then he seemed to see the mandible of the skull move, as if saying: Thank you, oh.
"You're welcome."
He muttered to himself as he pressed the skull onto the end of the spine, then walked to the vessel containing the last portion of the transcendent substance, picked up the vessel, raised it above his head, and then, like taking a shower, poured all of the remaining transcendent substance onto himself.
The transcendent substance was extremely viscous, and the speed at which it slid down was as slow as pouring white chocolate syrup.
Overall, it looked like he was making a giant human-shaped cake, and even Kuai Hongji couldn't help but scoff: "Old Lin, it's a pity you didn't become a chef with your skills."
Lin Yi didn't say anything when he heard this, but silently absorbed the transcendent substance. Soon, it covered the surface of the muscleman's body like a thin film, making it look like a snow-white person.
At this point, Lin Yi's creation could be considered to have some semblance of a "puppet," and could be called a blank slate.
"Puppet Lin Yi" had no face, and there were no patterns on its body. It stood in place like a hairless New Fish-Head Spicy Mom.
It stood there for an unknown amount of time, then bent down and began rummaging through the remaining pile of corpses.
He didn't know where he found something, plucked out a cloudy eyeball, and pressed it into the crack in the skull's crown. The eyeball "clunked" into the position of the eye socket, protruding like a billiard ball going into a pocket. The end of the eyeball immediately melted into silvery-white nerve clusters, eventually growing onto the skull.
Such eyeballs were still gray-white, without any brilliance, but at least there were eyes.
Lin Yi felt that something was still missing, so he controlled "Puppet Lin Yi" to turn towards his main body, and his attention slowly fell on the backpack beside him.
Tian Bufan seemed to understand something and looked at Kuai Hongji.
Kuai Hongji sneered twice, but still walked over.
He grabbed the backpack, but didn't fully open the zipper, instead directly reaching in and pulling out a tomato, then tossing it towards "Puppet Lin Yi."
"Puppet Lin Yi's" physical reaction didn't seem to be fast. The tomato hit it, but it couldn't catch it, and then "thudded" into the pile of corpses.
Seemingly tainted by the aura of the corpse fragments, the tomato began to become increasingly luscious, its surface seemingly coated with a layer of bizarre halo, and faintly seeming to have a subtle sense of agitation, as if it was about to come alive.
The flesh and blood in the corpse pile began to wriggle, gradually extending countless tendril-like flesh buds towards the tomato.
Just as they were about to touch the tomato, "Puppet Lin Yi's" hand touched the tomato.
It picked up the tomato and slowly placed it at the height of its chest.
The ribs of its chest opened like a Venus flytrap, and a fleshy limb protruded from within. The end of the fleshy limb slowly opened, like a mouthpart with countless sharp teeth. Only after the mouthpart opened did it reveal flower-like flesh buds.
These flesh buds enveloped the tomato, and the mouthpart-like organ slowly closed, and the fleshy limb contracted, bringing it to the location of the heart.
Finally, the chest cavity began to close, and as it closed, coral-like capillaries were constantly growing inside "Puppet Lin Yi's" body, connecting to the core as if connecting.
Eventually, the chest cavity completely closed, and everything was as if nothing had happened.
"Puppet Lin Yi" still stood silently in place, but the surrounding viscous black mist began to slowly shrink, converging towards its body.
In this process, a beating pulse began to appear in "Puppet Lin Yi's" chest, and transcendent power flowed like a trickle of water in its body. The muscle fibers all over its body also began to wriggle autonomously, and its body shape began to subtly adjust like a mochi man, forming a preliminary shape that conformed to human body lines.
The bizarre aura, along with the complete formation of "Puppet Lin Yi," slowly disappeared like moisture, and the sense of collapse permeating the layers gradually recovered.
When the last trace of the bizarre aura dissipated, a faint golden light began to appear in "Puppet Lin Yi's" gray stone-like eyes. Its jawbone began to wriggle, and a mouth split open on its faceless head.
Its chest cavity began to vibrate, and the diaphragm flapped, forming a hoarse and bizarre vocal line, like a paean from hell:
"Lin Yi... I am Lin Yi..."
"Lin Yi..."
On the other side, the real Lin Yi, who was half-sitting on the ground, also opened his eyes, looking at this zombified "Puppet Lin Yi" constantly chanting "I am Lin Yi," and had an unspeakable feeling of strangeness in his heart.
His expression was very strange, and also somewhat disgusted: "This thing... is very different from what I imagined."
To put it bluntly, it was like Nezha "polishing" his lotus incarnation. The idea was good, but the result was hard to describe.
"It's good enough if it can be used. It's disposable anyway," Kuai Hongji said coldly.
"That's true..." Lin Yi nodded. It's fine as long as the firewood can burn, who cares how well it's piled?
Tian Bufan said: "Since the preparations are complete, let's start the operation."
"Okay," Lin Yi replied.
"Check the time," Tian Bufan reminded.
Lin Yi glanced at his watch: "It's 13:16 now... Wow, did I spend so much time?"
