Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 115 Sculpting Plaster Area

Congratulations on reaching level 16!

[Due to the solid and steady progress of the entry, it will receive another new entry in this upgrade.]

Please choose from the three random terms below within three minutes.

1.

[Your farts are like thunder!]: (White) Your farts are deafening!

2.

[Bat Senses]: (Blue) Your hearing becomes more acute, allowing you to explore your surroundings through the sounds you make.

3.

[The Four Gentlemen of Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum]: (Green) Your appreciation ability has greatly improved, and you often view the world with an artistic eye.

This was within Yang Hui's expectations. The two random tasks gave him a lot of experience points, and with this strange-looking experience pack, he returned to the long-lost three-choice entry.

Skip the first one, what's the use of this thing!

You'd think someone had a firecracker stuck in your ass if you didn't know better.

Give it to a dog! Even a dog wouldn't want it!!!

In Yang Hui's view, this was almost entirely a negative term.

The second option is actually not bad; it's a timely combat asset, so I'll keep it as a backup for now.

The effect of the third entry is to improve aesthetic appreciation and to view the world through an artistic lens.

This Yang Hui is familiar to Pei Feng. He often looks at the fair and tender thighs of girls on the roadside and says it's art.

He might have been born with this keyword.

If Yang Hui were not seeking to enhance his strength to protect himself, but were an artist, he should have chosen option three without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Yang Hui was just a military man, at most someone who had studied the Spring and Autumn Annals.

He chose the second option.

The term "[Bat's Senses]" has been added to its list.

Yang Hui's hearing became more acute; he could hear the rustling of Huang Ying's fabric and the hum of electricity in the power supply box even in the pitch black.

He took two steps, making soft footsteps. Suddenly, ripples like water appeared in his mind, the center of which was right under his feet. However, the footsteps were so light that they didn't even spread half a meter.

"Ahem!"

Yang Hui coughed, making a sound that, based on the distance it traveled, created a three-dimensional map in his mind. He could even see Huang Ying with her back to him, covering her face and doing something.

But he can't cough all the time.

Yang Hui had a sudden inspiration and came up with a plan.

He pursed his lips slightly, creating a cavity, and blew out a short, sharp whistle.

The whistling sound spread out and echoed throughout the room.

As the whistle spread, Yang Hui learned the exact locations of the objects in the room, as if he had gained a brief glimpse of God's perspective.

suddenly!

The metal door, which was originally half-open, was slowly closing silently.

Yang Hui was far away, and there were obstacles in between, but he could clearly see this scene!

"There's someone at the door!"

Huang Ying turned her head and looked at Yang Hui running with a blank expression. She hurriedly followed for two steps. In the dim environment, a metal power supply box suddenly appeared in front of her. She tried her best to brake, but her forehead still hit it with a clanging sound.

"Ouch!"

Yang Hui immediately entered the stairwell and whistled!

No matter how fast the other person runs, it can't travel as fast as sound.

The scene was constructed rapidly, as quickly as a whirlwind.

But the hallway was empty, without a single person in sight.

Huang Ying caught up in the dark, rubbing her slightly red forehead, and asked, "Is someone there? Did you catch him?"

Yang Hui shook his head and said, "The enemy is currently in the shadows, and we don't know the specific terms. Let's meet up with Huang Cen first."

Huang Ying nodded in agreement, no longer holding the same objection as before. After entering the art museum, Yang Hui resolved several crises single-handedly, so it seems that Yang Hui really is a professional bodyguard.

"Here you go, one-third of it is left."

Yang retrieved the exorcism salt, which was significantly lighter, containing only one-third of the salt grains.

Unlike a high-powered flashlight, this kind of item can be recharged and reused; once the consumable is gone, it's gone.

However, Yang Hui wasn't bothered. After all, the client had spent 40 yuan, so it was no big deal to make them happy. The exorcism salt was obtained by Pei Feng through the Bureau's internal channels; it would probably only cost tens of thousands of yuan outside.

The two entered the hall, which was dimly lit and empty. A huge landscape painting and a relief of an Yinglong hung on the wall. The light only illuminated a corner of the dragon's claw, and its massive body seemed to be hidden in the clouds, thus inspiring endless imagination.

Yang Hui looked around the hall and felt like something was missing.

Wow! This carving is so realistic!

Huang Ying leaned over the entrance to the right-hand corridor, praising the more than two-meter-tall Greek plaster statue repeatedly.

Its entire body is a matte white, and the spotlights above provide shadows that further accentuate its muscular lines.

A piece of cloth, also carved from a single piece of plaster, was draped diagonally over its body. The material, which was originally hard, looked like soft silk.

Yang Hui walked to the side, glanced at it, and said, "From my angle, it looks even more real."

When Huang Ying came over and saw it, her face flushed red.

From this angle, the fabric couldn't conceal the artistic flair at all; the two eggs and one sausage were depicted with exquisite detail.

Huang Ying remained silent, only throwing her fists wildly.

It felt like a tickle when it hit Yang Hui's shoulder.

"I didn't realize you were so innocent."

Huang Ying said angrily, "I'm still a virgin!"

Yang Hui lowered his gaze: "I think it's a young girl."

Veins bulged on Huang Ying's forehead as she said, "Once or twice is one thing! I've put up with you for too long!"

Yang Hui, hands in his pockets, whistled leisurely as he stepped into the plaster sculpture area to find Huang Cen.

Actually, Yang Hui was originally tone-deaf, but he has a family background in music, and whistling is considered a musical instrument. So now he is self-taught, playing "The Big Sedan Chair" and scanning his surroundings like a radar, while Huang Ying behind him beats him with all her might the whole way.

Finally, she couldn't fight anymore. Yang Hui seemed to be made of iron, and her wrists hurt from the blows.

Yang Hui stepped into the plaster sculpture area. Like the painting area, there was a long corridor inside, with an emergency light every few meters, casting a yellowish glow that could only illuminate a small area at his feet.

One by one, the plaster heads on both sides emerged from the darkness.

Apollo's forehead, Venus's earlobes, and David's curls.

The air was cooler than outside, seemingly to maintain the environment for the plaster.

This time, Yang Hui didn't observe the paintings as carefully as he had in the painting section. Instead, he leisurely strolled around, picking out commemorative tickets from one corner after another, while playing the tune of "The Big Sedan Chair."

Huang Ying, who was following behind, got nothing. She racked her brains but still couldn't figure out how Yang Hui could be so accurate every time he touched her this time.

Yang Hui now has about sixty commemorative tickets in his possession.

Finally, as long as you put the ballot in the ballot box, you will receive a large amount of experience points after five hours.

After a slightly longer corridor, compared to the circular structure opposite, this place has a cylindrical layout with a high ceiling. Since there is only emergency power available now, the ceiling is not visible, but it must feel very tall.

There was a circle of people in motion, some throwing discus, some throwing javelins, and some throwing hammers, all standing in a fixed pose around the base of the wall.

All sorts of movements are paused at the moment of exertion, showcasing the exquisite dynamics of muscles and the human body.

In the center stands a figure over eight meters tall, the Thinker, its right hand supporting its chin, its muscles bulging tense. The figure is seated with its head bowed and beard resting on its body, its expression revealing a state of intense concentration and painful struggle.

Above its head was a plaster birdcage connected to the ceiling, and inside the cage was a person squatting with their back to them.

Yang Hui had already discovered it; it was Huang Cen!