"Hey! Don't hide, I want to see what you are like?"
Xinwu spread the palm of his right hand and tried to get close to the "small hole". Before he could "stretch" a finger of "appropriate size" into it, he first felt the temperature emitted by the hole to see if it was within the "touchable" range. Inside.
Fortunately, there is no special temperature change. It seems that the light source emitted from this "small hole" is a "cold light" light source.
Slowly, Xinwu began to try to move the tip of his right index finger in and out quickly, and "wandered" at the entrance of the "small hole" for two rounds. Nothing unusual happened, so he became bold again. Some, put the fingertips deeper inside, and then stretched in.
"Huh? Something's blocking it!"
Xinwu's fingertips touched something hard, smooth, and round with the texture of a "glass bead". When he blocked the entrance of the hole, the glimmer of light was also blocked, and the "small hole" disappeared out of thin air. Usually, it wasn't until he pulled out his finger that this small hole of light revealed its existence again.
Xinwu walked over and tried the "small holes" corresponding to the other four corners. They were all the same. They seemed to be just a few ordinary and unremarkable "signal lights".
"It won't be so boring, right?!"
Xinwu was a little disappointed. He criticized himself severely for wasting his precious time and wisdom on "researching" these "lamp beads", "It can't be that simple. There should be nothing else." Something I discovered."
Suddenly, he thought of the two "fish stones" again, and decided to risk being "noised to death" again and put them into his ears again, so that he could hear more "clues".
"Look, just say he will come back again!"
"Boy, come this way! Stop messing around!"
"Shut up! He's mine, mine!"
…
As expected, there was another group of unknown "melon-eating masters" "watching" him, noisily arguing over his every move.
Xin Wu frowned slightly, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart.
There were too many instructions. In this state of mind, to be honest, he didn't want to listen to any of them; however, in order to solve the confusion, it seemed that he had to find a "correct" guidance.
Just when he was hesitant, looking around at a loss, and at a loss, he heard a seemingly familiar voice in this messy mixed sound group, saying words that were "completely different" from the others:
"Those who cannot see far away cannot talk about great things; those who do not know well cannot talk about ambitions; as for the harmony of gods, wandering between the heart and the hand, freely writing about gods, discussing love and forming a string, the father cannot teach the son, and the son cannot teach the son. Nor can you accept it from your father. This is the way that is not taught. Therefore, the solemn person is the king of conduct, and the lonely person is the master of sound."
This sentence is too familiar to Xin Wu: not only the content, but more importantly the voice, this voice clearly sounds like it is his own voice!
Yes, he heard his own voice in his head, "speaking" specifically to himself in his brain!
"Schizophrenic? 'I' talking to 'my' self?"
Xinwu couldn't help but muttered to himself.
"Look, I said he is very stubborn! He only listens to himself!"
"You have the ability, why didn't you suppress him?"
"I don't have the ability, but you do. Why don't you come?"
"Go! You want to get into the Taoist master's head. What are you thinking about? Why don't you get out of the way!"
"..."
Other people were not idle for a moment, and continued to comment noisily. It seemed that some "melon-eating masters" couldn't stand it anymore, and started moving their hands with each other, causing the light on top to be blocked from time to time and fall on the bottom. The five-pointed light and shadow are also blocked from time to time, and the light and shadow flicker and float back and forth, driving Xinwu's shadow to move around.
"Look, he has a shadow! There is a shadow!"
"Of course, he is a living person, so of course he has a shadow. What a fuss!"
"I also want to have a shadow..."
"On your part? Haha, go and ask your parents. Do they have any shadows?"
…
These strange discussions made Xin Wu curse involuntarily:
"What the hell!"
This casual chatter was heard by the "melon-eating masters", and they salivated again:
"He's scolding us!"
"He insulted us!"
"We are not ghosts!"
"Little devil, I want to show you what a real 'ghost' is!"
…
"Come on! I'm not a man if I'm afraid of you!"
Xin Wu shouted majestically at this group of invisible "noises" and launched a challenge.
These "melon-eating masters" were not to be outdone. It seemed that this topic aroused their infinite interest, raising the level of fun to another level, and the noise reached a climax again:
"man?"
"He said he was a man? Haha!"
"Boy! Boy, do you know what a man is? Do you want your sister to teach you?"
"You bad guys, stop taking the little boy into the ditch!"
"I like this, so give it up! He belongs to me, it's very interesting!"
"Come on! Look here!"
…
The five small lights in the center of the base suddenly turned red together, and the five "lamp beads" suddenly became brighter. Five strong red lights were emitted from them. , finally, the five lights merged into one, forming a beam of light called "Optimus Prime", soaring straight into the sky!
As it shook, any place passed by these five red lights seemed to be "burned", and the "sizzling" sounds of being "scorched" were endless.
These unknown things with a "scorched" smell were processed by the "light beam" in the air, and then they were directly broken into pieces and dissolved into the air. There was no trace of "wreck" falling down, it was just the smell of the air, which was much more unpleasant. .
Xin Wu couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, blocking the bright light and resisting the unpleasant smell.
If you think it's just a bad "smell" and you're done, then you've underestimated the "organs" facilities here.
The "stinky smell" has not dissipated, but the footing is no longer stable. The platform that was still stable just now began to sway left and right, up and down, as if hot magma was breaking through the silence at the mouth of the "extinct volcano" , as if breaking all the rocks.
"not good!"
Xin Wu quickly closed his eyes, spread his arms, and tried to keep his balance.
It's too late, but it's soon.
Before Xinwu could fully prepare his response, a huge pressure had already firmly fixed his whole body to the platform.
The platform is rising rapidly.
What controls his pressure is the "gravitational acceleration" brought about by his own weight when the bottom platform rises.
Xinwu, "was" taken off!
