Chapter 55: The cat’s troubles are brought to light?
There was a rustling sound in the bushes. Under the moonlight, a skeletal cat with a faint blue soul fire emerged from the bushes. It looked back at the skeleton that was chasing it, gracefully flicked its tail, and jumped onto the black star teleportation array.
A moment later, the cat arrived in the dark temple hanging high in the sky.
It took leisurely steps and began patrolling the temple with its tail raised.
The cat rubbed against the pillar, letting the building be imbued with its own scent, and then continued on its journey.
The patrolling cat walked to the sofa in the center of the hall, meowed clearly, and then successfully received a petting from the human.
The moment of contact, the cat's skeleton made up of white bones gradually disappeared, and it turned back into a hairless cat with smooth skin.
This is the Shadow of Madness.
【Shadow of Madness】
[A creature that walks in a special form, after shedding its countless disguises, it is empty and void]
The cat rubbed against the human vigorously, successfully marking another territory.
"And it doesn't seem to need to eat."
Chen Shuang took the fresh fish from the plate, then stretched out her palm. The cat, which had just avoided the food, immediately came over, and the warm touch was immediately transmitted through the contacted skin.
After rubbing against the human priest, it left without any reluctance and continued to wander inside the hall, patrolling its new territory.
The black pupils flickered for a moment, and the cat stopped in front of the solemn statue on the central platform.
It wrapped its tail around itself and squatted quietly on the ground, staring at the statue without blinking, observing it very carefully.
As night falls, the invisible forces begin to become active again.
Chen Shuang approached: "What are you looking at?"
"Meow," the cat responded.
"Meow meow," the cat explained in detail.
I don't understand at all.
Chen Shuang said, “Wait a moment.”
【You are using "Witch's Secret"】
[Spiritual power determination successful, you succeeded... Error, your target does not exist]
Chen Shuang's eyes changed.
It seems that the nothingness attribute of the Shadow of Madness is indeed difficult to capture, and even the link cannot be completed.
She squatted down and stroked the cat's head, receiving a comfortable purr. "Sorry, I may not understand you."
The cat had been sitting dignified, but after hearing the human priest's words, it tilted its head and rubbed against her comfortingly.
"Meow," the clever cat responded confidently, as if to say that it was nothing at all.
It stood up, circled the statue of the Ruler of Darkness in the center of the platform twice, and then gently placed its forehead against the statue.
Two breaths later, the smooth-skinned hairless cat was instantly covered with pitch-black stone material and turned into a moving obsidian cat.
【camouflage】
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Obsidian Cat: "This is my disguise, human."
It coiled its tail. "This talking statue has inspired me. Let's continue our communication."
What makes humans unique is wisdom.
What makes the skeleton special is death.
The cat, who could see through the composition of all things, looked at his stone paws.
What makes this sculpture unique is… well, the language.
It's really strange and different.
A talking statue.
Chen Shuang turned her gaze towards the solemn statue and suddenly had a bad premonition.
Before we knew it, night had quietly fallen.
The stars outside the window are twinkling, forming a brilliant piece in the sky. An ethereal sound comes to my ears, and I can vaguely see happy whales swimming in the sea of stars.
On the side where no light could reach, the corners of the dark statue's lips suddenly lifted up, outlining an oppressive evil nature.
"We meet again."
Amid the chaotic alternation of light and shadow, He opened His eyes, and dark whispers descended upon the temple again.
He said, “I am too good to me, so I will beat you too.”
Chen Shuang curled her fingers and had the urge to go up and cover the statue's mouth.
Give the Dark God some face.
The statue, steeped in all manner of literature, adjusted its mask and said solemnly, "I have mastered it, Priest. This sentence is particularly appropriate for the current situation..."
He blinked his eyes and said, "I didn't mean to ignore you. Just treat me as a monkey on the hill. Please forgive me. Next time I will pick up some acorns for you." Note①
Chen Shuang opened her mouth: "You..." Have you recovered?
But that familiar feeling was only momentary. After pausing for a moment, he regained his cold temperament.
He said solemnly, "Stand here and don't move..."
A voice answered: "I'll buy you some oranges."
Chen Shuang: Who is infected?
She looked down at the last living being present.
The cat belatedly covered its mouth, its black pupils shrinking instantly.
The cat subconsciously responded: "?!"
Wait, why would it know that?
The cat flicked its tail irritably.
The "disguise" ability selects the target's characteristics, but this sculpture's language ability seems a little unusual.
The statue gave the obsidian cat a look of approval, as if pleased with itself for having successfully spread the great dark thought.
Deity: "Clouds come from the dragon, winds come from the tiger."
Cat: "Fame, wealth, and honor are nothing but dust and dirt."
Statue: "Look at the world, it's full of barbarians."
Cat: "If Heaven's laws are broken, then common people can mend them."
Idol: "Down with Illuminism!"
Cat: "Long live the Dark Temple!"
cat:"……"
It was shocked by the slogans and retreated continuously, instantly putting some distance between itself and the statue. Then it pounced on Chen Shuang's trouser legs, hugged her tightly with its two claws, and rubbed her wildly with its head.
Cat: I rub, rub, rub, rub!
Cat: Change quickly!
With the cat's desperate efforts, the light on its body surged, and it finally shed its obsidian appearance as it wished, turning back into a hairless cat.
The cat breathed a sigh of relief: ...Huh.
It jumped onto the sofa and lay down lazily, burying its nose in the farmer's pockets, obviously not wanting to pay any attention to the noisy statue.
The statue turned around and said excitedly, "Priest, I have mastered all the key points of recitation. Can I spread the faith now?"
"It's not the right time yet," Shen Shuang rejected the statue's proposal.
She pulled out a small blackboard and took out a stack of pre-written papers. "Before you can spread your divine thoughts, you still have some preparations to do."
Chen Shuang tapped the various formulas on the paper: "You need to calculate in advance the number of people who will be infected, the scope of infection, the efficiency of infection, and the corresponding probability of infection for each group of people."
She placed a thick stack of papers on the platform, pointed to the paper on the small blackboard and the graceful curves on it, and said, "Perhaps you should learn this elegant subject. In a sense, it can even calculate the future."
The statue suddenly exclaimed "Wow".
Chen Shuang pushed the small blackboard closer so that the statue could see more clearly the four words on it - normal distribution, the analysis of the entire series of deduction processes related to normal distribution, deformation questions, alternative and interesting questions intertwined with other subjects, and the extension and addition of normal distribution.
The calm priest said, "This is fate's test for you. I believe that someone as great as you will be able to successfully master this profound knowledge."
The statue, completely confused, clenched its fists and nodded with all its might: "There's nothing I can't do. Don't worry, I won't let you down."
This time the statue seemed to be more flexible than last time. At least its stone arms could move. It held the charcoal pencil tremblingly, then stared at the question and began to study it seriously.
Three minutes passed.
The deity carefully wrote the word "Answer".
After a while, he secretly glanced at the analysis given by Chen Shuang, smiled confidently, then quickly erased the "answer" and carefully wrote the word "solution".
He frowned, thought for a while, and then his eyes lit up... and he wrote down the "solutions" to all the problems.
Chen Shuang: Well, it seems that this guy won’t be able to do anything evil for a while.
Praise the great normal distribution.
*
Because of the recent special situation of the revival of the statue, even if Chen Shuang was sleeping in the room, she would inexplicably run to the hall in the middle of the night, and then angrily teach a three-hour class after waking up.
So she simply moved a small bed next to the sofa. The soft touch was also very comfortable. There was also the "rustling" white noise of the pen and the orderly purring of the cat in her ears, which created a very peaceful sleeping environment.
Chen Shuang pulled up the quilt and fell asleep with the white noise.
The moon was high in the sky, and its soft light filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire temple glow with a bright light.
In the silence, the rustling sound of the pen stopped unconsciously. The cold statue gently put down the pen, turned its head slightly, and took in the sleeping priest.
Although it is a cold stone body, it seems to contain a heart of flesh and blood, beating vividly.
What's going on?
He touched his obsidian chest, and his stone head couldn't help but feel puzzled.
The dark side of the chaotic mind looked up at the sleeping black-haired priest, unconsciously lowering his voice with every move.
The sound of falling stone fragments was heard, and the statue gently lifted its feet, its body separated from the base, and it truly walked down from the central circular platform.
He slowly walked to the bed shrouded in moonlight, gently reached out his hand, and covered the fallen quilt for the priest.
The alert cat blinked twice, and its constricted black pupils relaxed and dilated again. It stretched, closed its eyes, curled itself up in a comfortable position, and continued to sleep beside the priest's legs.
The statue looked at its own hands, and some memories seemed to flash through its mind, but those fragments were too fleeting to allow it to know the whole story.
Is an important person.
Even the dark side of indifference thought so.
Very important person.
*
The Son of God, clad in a pure white robe, finally arrived at this dilapidated territory inhabited by darkness—the Lost Land.
There was still some residual red blood on his body, which was the blood of his followers who tried to stop him.
Fran slowly wiped the blood off the dagger and said slowly, "Just be obedient. Why disobey me?"
"Your Excellency the Holy Son, as the embodiment of light, you cannot, cannot..." The follower covered his abdomen in pain. The sharp pain made it impossible for him to utter even the simplest words.
Fran took out a bottle of potion: "The dagger just now has withering poison on it. If you don't take the antidote, you will be a corpse tomorrow." He threw the bottle away: "This is the antidote, go get it yourself."
He said, "I know you are quite skilled. You have to choose between arresting me and getting the antidote."
Fran kicked away the hand that reached out to him and walked forward without looking back. He reminded her, "The bottle of antidote is a light magic creation. It won't last long in the Lost Land. You have to choose carefully."
The servant who was about to knock out the Son of God and get the antidote suddenly froze in place. He thought quickly for a while, felt the rapid spread of the withering poison, gritted his teeth, got up and ran towards the antidote.
The servant lay panting at the edge of the mud, and after great effort he finally fished out the bottle, and then drank it impatiently.
When the medicine is exhausted, the magic bottle disappears automatically.
The servant took a deep breath, felt a little better, and was about to continue chasing after him, but before he could stand up, his body shook violently.
The magic bottle that had just dissipated gathered together again and turned into a piece of paper with words written on it.
[The antidote is real, with something added]
It's a drug.
The servant's eyes rolled back and he instantly fell on his back on the ground, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably.
"Damn it."
Before falling asleep, he forced himself to stay awake and cast an invisible magic barrier on himself.
The servant pointed to the sky with a trembling voice: "You...little" bastard.
How on earth did such a person become the Son of Light!
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, his head tilted and he fell asleep instantly, leaving only his sad and angry fingers pointing to the sky.
【6:45】
Chen Shuang was awakened by a series of ding-dong sounds.
The system prompts.
Your temple is visited by a Light Traveler.
[The other party is knocking politely... The other party is knocking faster... The other party is banging on the door... The other party sits down]
[The opponent is casting forbidden-level light blast magic. Please take measures to stop it as soon as possible, including but not limited to beating, beating, beating, beating.]
Chen Shuang: Is there any difference?
You can see how much hatred he has.
She got up and looked down from high above. A white color that was out of tune with the Lost Land appeared before her eyes, chanting bright magic spells arrogantly.
A huge rumbling sound was heard outside the iron gate, and even the guards in the Shadowless Corridor became a little listless.
Those eyes accurately captured the view from the sky. There was no fear in those light blue eyes, only excitement.
Chen Shuang withdrew her gaze.
Is this a knock on the door?
[You are using "Divine Power Shock"]
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