Fifty meters below the location of the eloquent and eloquent Cao Yusheng is the crypt.
Lin Shuo and his party actually walked back underground after entering the tree hole.
Right now, they have reached the most critical juncture.
When he realized that it was a white-headed flying corpse instead of a snowman that was rushing over from the opposite side, Lin Shuo immediately prepared himself while warning.
At this moment, Lin Shuo knew that the white-headed flying corpse was rushing over.
Others can plug their ears with whale oil behind them, but he can't.
Because he knew that not only the white-headed flying corpse was rushing towards him, but the snowman hadn't gone far, and was lying in ambush at the corner ahead.
It's less than fifty meters away.
Once he made a move, took whale oil or something, and the snowman raised his head and raised his hand, it was an arrow. If he could dodge it, the people behind would suffer.
Since you can't hide, your hands must be placed where they should be, and you can't move around, otherwise it will be difficult to prevent the snowman's attack in the first place.
After all, he is rushing forward at this moment, exercising the duties of the Zhang family.
Since he couldn't move his hands, he had to think of other ways to defend against the sonic attack of the white-headed flying corpse.
Of course Lin Shuo has his own way.
Sealing the eardrums was not difficult for Lin Shuo.
The Lin family cultivated not only the earth-shattering ability, but also these small details.
The so-called earth-shattering ability is actually composed of several small details.
There are six hundred and thirty-nine muscles in the human body.
Some muscles are controlled by people's thoughts, called voluntary muscles, also called skeletal muscles, and some muscles cannot be controlled by thoughts, called involuntary muscles.
Those muscles that are controlled by random thoughts, the Lin family must cultivate to the extreme, not only far beyond the strength of ordinary people, but also to truly do whatever they want.
The supernatural power of the Lin family hunter is not just the extraordinary force of muscle contraction, but also the result of the perfect coordination of all relevant muscles.
Those muscles that are not controlled by thoughts are the evolutionary barriers of creatures.
No matter how you practice, you can only exercise the strength of this muscle, but you cannot directly control it.
This kind of involuntary muscle, the Lin family should be able to sense its state, and use the activity rules of these muscles to the extreme.
The former is external power.
The latter is internal strength.
The inheritance of the Lin family's nine-inch-nine is called Xiuli, but in fact it is both internal and external.
The human throat and ears are connected. Between the human nasopharynx and the middle ear tympanum, there is a channel called the Eustachian tube.
It is impossible for ordinary people to send the body fluid from one's own throat to the middle ear tympanic chamber through the Eustachian tube.
Because in the process of evolution, the muscles near the throat of the human body that can perform this action have already degenerated.
But Lin Shuo can.
This is not only because of the Lin family's external skills, but also because these throat muscles are related to the Lin family's method of swallowing breath, which Lin Shuo has practiced.
So soon, Lin Shuo didn't move his body, his eardrums were actually sealed.
Others use whale oil as the outer seal, while others use the inner seal.
A breath of dantian qi hits the mouth of the throat, pushes body fluids through the eustachian tube to the inner side of the eardrum, thereby sealing the eardrum.
According to the information he had obtained before, Lin Shuo thought that if this step was achieved, at least the sonic attack of the white-headed flying corpse could be ignored for now.
Because all the previous information showed that the infrasound waves emitted by this white-headed flying corpse were not at the natural frequencies of the major organs of the human body, so they were harmless to the human body.
The only thing to guard against is its high-frequency sound waves.
Lin Shuo knew in his heart that for about a minute now, he needed to pay attention to the snowman at the corner ahead.
A minute later, the Bai Shou Fei Corpse arrived, and the situation would be more complicated then.
I heard that the white head flying corpse is very fast.
But now there are three burdens behind him, he can't act rashly, he can only wait and see what happens.
Holding an arrow in his hand, Lin Shuo calmly waited.
But within two seconds, Lin Shuo felt uncomfortable all over.
This kind of discomfort is like Lin Shuo's feeling of being electrified all over his body when he passed by a leaking electric pole on a rainy day when he was a child.
The skin is numb and the body is stiff.
So Lin Shuo knew.
The previous information was wrong!
This white-headed flying corpse, the infrasonic attack is effective on the human body!
He suddenly remembered that this white-headed flying corpse actually had a name.
Its owner, Cao Jiulong, once formed a team with his father Lin Leshan, and Lin Leshan once whispered in Lin Shuo's ear.
It seems to be called... Ganoderma lucidum.
Compared with the "heart and liver", the king of Cao Jiafei's corpse a hundred years ago, this name has no clear direction.
So Lin Shuo also felt at first that this white-headed flying corpse should not have any impact on humans in terms of infrasound waves.
Now that Lin Shuo has experienced it himself, he understands that his father must have heard it wrong.
That's not "Ganoderma lucidum", but "Gingzhi".
The skin is as thick as fat.
The infrasound waves of this white-headed flying corpse attack human skin and subcutaneous fat.
Skin and subcutaneous fat are two things with different resonance frequencies.
The heart and the liver are also two things with different resonance frequencies.
This "fat" is the same as the "heart" a hundred years ago. In addition to the very strong high-frequency sound waves, it can also emit two kinds of infrasound waves at the same time, and both kinds of infrasound waves can cause harm to the human body.
This kind of flying corpse, even in the 800-year cultivation history of the Cao family, can be called one in a million.
That is the real king of flying corpses.
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Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, is a famous tourist destination in South Asia.
In January of the Gregorian calendar, there are not many tourists in the Himalayas at this time, but the warm Kathmandu has an endless stream of visitors.
Hanuman Dhoka Palace, located in Durbar Square, was built in the 13th century by the Lichawi Dynasty. It is also known as the Old Palace. Its status in Kathmandu is similar to that of Yanjing's Forbidden City.
This is one of the most visited places in Kathmandu.
It is noon now, which happens to be lunch time. Most of the tourists are looking for places to eat. There are fewer people in Durbar Square than in the morning.
In the corner of the square, there is a big white parasol.
At present, most of the tourists on the square are here. The inner three floors and the outer three floors are full of people.
All the people around stood and watched, and there were two people sitting in the center of the crowd.
One of them is a gray-haired old man from China, surnamed Xu, who worked in a cultural center before retiring.
Aunt Xu is now retired and has a little money, so she came to Kathmandu for a visit.
Now that people have come, they can't go back empty-handed, they have to bring something to keep in mind.
Seeing someone set up a portrait booth in the square, Aunt Xu came over, planning to take a portrait of herself as a souvenir when she went back.
As for the craftsmanship of the painter, it is not that important.
Because she herself was a teacher who taught painting in the cultural center before, she knows the level of this kind of street painter.
Since people dare to eat this bowl of rice, there is at least one advantage, that is, they can draw quickly without wasting time.
This art booth has just been set up, and the first business it opened today seems to be me.
After sitting on the plastic stool for a while, Aunt Xu felt that something was wrong.
Why are there more and more people around
Thinking of this, Aunt Xu turned her head around and went to see the painter.
Aunt Xu knows how to draw and is an expert. This time she wanted a profile portrait, so she sat sideways from the beginning.
She hadn't seen clearly what the painter looked like before. When she just sat down, the painter was lowering his head and arranging the painting tools.
With a straight look at this moment, she knew why there were more and more people around here.
The artist is a woman, very beautiful.
People are not like the locals here, the people here have darker skin.
As for this female painter, it can be said that her skin is creamy and extremely fair.
Aunt Xu graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and has been teaching people to draw for decades. She is very sensitive to the contours of human faces.
From this one look, one can tell that the girl's facial features are neither Chinese nor Western, neither Eastern nor Western, so she should be of mixed race.
Aunt Xu has actually seen a lot of mixed-race children, and they all say that mixed-race children are beautiful, but that is not always the case.
But the combination of this girl's facial features can be so aesthetically pleasing, Aunt Xu really feels that she has learned a lot this time.
Especially her eyes, the pupils are light blue, which is rare even among Westerners.
She is drawing a picture now, and she glances at Aunt Xu who is the model from time to time. Even if Aunt Xu is a woman, Aunt Xu will feel captivated by those small eyes.
It doesn't matter if he has a good-looking face, but he has a good figure.
This female artist painted while sitting sideways with the easel on one side.
Turning this side of the body, it is particularly showy. It has everything that should be in the front and back, the size is just right, and the curve is comfortable to look at.
The eyes of experts are different from those of ordinary people.
Just looking at it like this, Aunt Xu has everything in mind about how to draw this girl's face, how to cast shadows, and how to curve her body.
The more I look at it, the more itchy I feel, and I wish I could snatch the easel from the opposite side, thinking, girl, don't draw me, I can draw you.
Obviously such a good model, why come to our painting industry to kill him
Of course I thought so in my heart, I can't do things like this, and at the same time Aunt Xu also understood why there are so many people surrounded here suddenly.
This girl is too beautiful, so it is easy to attract bees and butterflies.
And his own people are old and faded, and now they are a foil to the adult family.
After all, Aunt Xu is a kind-hearted person. She thought that it would not be easy for a girl to show her face in public, so everyone is here, so let’s talk after the painting is finished.
So she didn't speak, and turned sideways again, letting the female painter continue.
The people around were already crowded, and most of them were holding up their cameras to take pictures, and Aunt Xu knew in her heart that this was not taking pictures of herself.
She also persuaded herself in her heart: What's the matter, the person you are photographing is painting me.
After waiting for five or six minutes, Aunt Xu only heard a "crash" on the easel next to her ear, and the drawing paper was taken down.
Aunt Xu nodded secretly in her heart. It is not clear how the little girl is, but at least she is really fast.
With some ability, it seems that it is not all due to his good looks that he can have a meal here.
Aunt Xu turned around, looked at the painting booth in front, and found that the female painter was stamping her own portrait.
This made Aunt Xu almost laugh out loud.
Simple sketches on the street, and they are drawn for others, and there is a face stamping your own seal on the drawing
Girl, you are a little girl who sells paintings, not an old artist whose calligraphy is hard to find.
Besides, isn't it nondescript to poke a traditional Chinese seal on a simple western sketch
Despite snickering in her heart, Aunt Xu glanced at the painting, thinking that it was only a few dollars anyway, so don't be so particular about it, just let her go.
Originally, she didn't have any hope, but after looking at it, she was stunned for a moment.
Sketching, in fact, requires a lot of knowledge and is known as "sensible art".
As far as the portrait in front of me is concerned, it is impossible without more than 20 years of experience.
Even Aunt Xu herself has a good foundation, but now that her physical strength and energy are exhausted, if she wants to draw a sketch of this level, she can no longer do it.
"Oh girl!" Aunt Xu woke up, feeling both excited and regretful, and grabbed the female painter's hand at once.
This girl is young, but she has a good foundation in Western painting skills, but she looks older than her.
Don't sell paintings here, go to China instead, it will make things happen!
What a pity to end up here!
The regret in Aunt Xu's heart was getting stronger and stronger, and she didn't know what to say.
In the end, all she could say was:
"You draw really well."
After calming down, Aunt Xu felt that it was a bit strange that she was holding these hands.
The knuckles are very slender, it is indeed a woman's hand, but the knuckles are very long, especially the third knuckle at the fingertips, which is a bit ridiculously long.
Aunt Xu is a painter and is very sensitive to human body proportions. She thought that for a girl of this height, her knuckles should not be so long.
Maybe this is the vision of a strange person, a genius is always a little different from others.
The female painter in front of her kept smiling and looking at herself without speaking.
This little look that I feel pity for is really a foxy girl.
Aunt Xu let go of her hand in embarrassment, and her eyes fell on the portrait in front of her again.
This time, what she saw was not the painting, but the stamped clay on the painting.
What the female artist stamped just now was a private seal. She wanted to know what the artist's name was after reading the characters on the seal, so she could address her.
White paper and red clay, although the characters are small, they can still be read clearly.
Xiaozhuan script, two characters:
"Grease".
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