Very reasonable cultivation

He took a deep breath, the influx of oxygen giving his stiff body the strength to move. With difficulty, he lifted the speaker he had hurriedly crafted over the afternoon, which barely qualified as a trumpet. He placed the small opening inwards towards his mouth and the large opening outwards towards the indistinct black outline. He exhaled the carbon dioxide in his lungs and took another deep breath, this one lasting a long time, as if to gather the anger of a decade of insomnia.

"What the hell, beep! Beep---!" The beautiful telegram was accompanied by a roar. The sound waves passed through the copper wall, causing vibrations and resonance. Then, along with the transmission in the direction of the initial effect, the amplified and low sound covered the target.

As if something from that mass of things was triggered, a sharp whistling sound was heard. At first, Tian Zhen was confused, but he was only stunned for less than half a second before he felt a voice in his head getting louder and louder, until he could no longer hold the speaker and had to hold his head with his hands.

Tian Zhen had never thought that the voice in a person's mind could be so loud that veins bulged on his smooth forehead, making his little face wrinkled and look a little hideous.

Tian Zhen's vision began to tremble, and he fell to his knees in pain, unable to speak. However, he was unable to support his body and fell to the ground, hitting his head heavily on the bronze gong placed beside him.

"Duang~" Although the gong was placed flat on the ground, the small sound still brought Tian Zhen a brief moment of clarity.

He hurriedly picked up the gong and hammer on the ground and climbed up. Enduring the increasingly loud screams in his mind, he swung the wooden stick in his right hand and hit the center of the gong hard.

"Duang~!" The sound, accompanied by the vibration of the impact force, continued to vibrate on the surface of the gong, gradually transformed into the unique tone of the gong, and spread along various molecular media in the air.

Tian Zhen suddenly felt his mind clear up, and his thoughts became clear in an instant. He started to beat the drum quickly, and the dull sound of the wooden drum also rang out at this time. It was Dazhuang.

As Dazhuang joined in the drumming, the shrill sound that had left Tian Zhen with a lingering fear quickly vanished. Coming to his senses, he looked around, trying to find the strange creature, but to no avail. He nervously asked Dazhuang, "It's gone! Where did that ghost thing go?"

Da Zhuang didn't answer. He was also searching. The two of them were searching without stopping the gongs and wooden drums in their hands.

Grass, trees, slopes, behind rocks? Wait! The place that can reduce the sound is the grass!

But so what? Tian Zhen couldn't possibly turn over the bushes. Reason finally prevailed. He wasn't ready to do anything suicidal. Before anything was certain, his current position was the safest.

Tian Zhen stopped beating the gong. He couldn't just keep beating it. His strength was very precious right now, so he had to use it where it was needed and try not to waste it.

He let Dazhuang beat the drum. The rhythmic sound of the drum was transmitted in the air, and seemed to echo throughout his body.

Tian Zhen took a glance and saw that Dazhuang was beating very seriously and attentively, but now was not the time to pay attention to these things. After confirming that he was okay, Tian Zhen took a deep breath, pulled out the whip stuck in his waist, and prepared to whip him to test the feel.

At this moment, a humming sound came from behind, which sounded like low sobbing, but it was a mixture of male and female, and at the end it was the cry of an unknown creature.

"This is the sound wave information translated by my brain." It was just a momentary thought, but Tian Zhen's body instinctively looked in the direction of the sound faster than his thoughts.

I saw a black shadow slowly stretching out in a bush, growing as fast as a plant right before my eyes. Several tentacle-like outlines appeared and disappeared in the green light, just like a dancing centipede!

When Tian Zhen took in the situation completely, his brain froze for a moment. What was the principle behind this? Various fragments of information flashed through his mind like a roller coaster, such as: one plus one equals two, pi, the Pythagorean theorem, conservation of angular momentum, Moffitt's brain network, and so on.

While Tian Zhen was still searching for information in his mind, the black shadow that was still growing along with the sound of drums stopped for a moment, and suddenly rushed towards Tian Zhen. His breathing tightened, and the terrifying feeling of oppression frightened his mind to crash again. He could not care about anything else, and swung the whip reflexively. When the whip was about to be fully extended, he instinctively pulled the whip back quickly.

"Snap!" The tail of the whip rapidly generates a whip sheath effect. After the whip is swung, the motion propagates toward the tip. The portion closest to the hand stops moving, and due to the law of conservation of energy, the kinetic energy of this portion is also transferred to the portion farther away. Ultimately, the kinetic energy of the entire whip is concentrated into an increasingly shorter section, and the whip sheath accelerates rapidly until it reaches the speed of sound, generating a shock wave that transmits the kinetic energy in the air in the form of waves.

With the help of the dielectric properties of various molecular atoms in the air, kinetic energy is transferred in it, and the black shadow rushing straight towards it with a terrifying and oppressive feeling plunges into the initial position of the sonic boom.

"What the hell is this thing?" A small part of the front end of the thing exploded, and with a strange hissing sound, the body shook as if it had been electrocuted, and it narrowly passed by. When it passed by the fire, Tian Zhen could see the hazy firelight through the rugged body, as if it was covered by a layer of black gauze.

In the blink of an eye, I got a message. It was a non-physical substance. The wind brought by the target was far less than that caused by its volume. I looked at it directly, and my eyes felt uncomfortable. There was always a feeling of emptiness and suffocation in my heart.

Your brain cannot do whatever you want in a short period of time. With a sharp weapon in hand, murderous intention arises. Although it is a whip in hand, the thoughts in your mind are quickly filled with "effective", "kill him", "kill him".

Relying on his long attack range, Tian Zhen turned and slashed with the whip quickly. There was no sound, but Tian Zhen felt a sudden force that pulled him forward a few steps, and the whip in his hand fell out of his hand.

"Shit!" Tian Zhen reacted and looked up, only to feel a chill on his face. A pale, weird and hideous face suddenly appeared in front of him.

After a brief, quick, meaningless shriek, the world suddenly fell silent. The ghostly face in my vision gradually turned dark as it trembled, as if sinking into water. My thoughts became hazy, and only a fleeting thought crossed my mind: Damn! I've been hit!

Is everything coming to an end?

"Duang~!" The sound grew louder and louder, and the echo of the gong gradually became louder in his mind, as if a pair of strong hands pulled him out of the water. His mind was quickly becoming clear from the chaos, followed by a sharp pain from the back of his head and a feeling of weakness all over his body.

Tian Zhen couldn't help but fall to the ground sideways. In his blurred vision, he saw Da Zhuang holding a gong and hitting his head while chasing the ghost thing and beating it, like a warrior.

"Fuck!" Tian Zhen only uttered these weak and last-minute words before his consciousness fell into chaos again and he completely fainted.