We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?.

When I stepped into the monastery again, the squeaking sound of the rats in the wall continued to ring in my ears as before.

Sound is nothingness.

And the sound of rats in the wall.

It is more ethereal and mysterious than ordinary sounds.

Whether it is the dissected spirit body or the dancing shadow of the god in the royal court, even the intangible things have more or less an observable form.

but……

The sound of rats in the walls.

There is no observable "image".

"This is my first time analyzing a voice... First, I'll try a normal voiceprint."

The scalpel transformed from the pillar is strange.

But wanting to dissect and deconstruct things.

Even if it is nothingness.

At least it has to have an observable form.

Only then can the dissection be performed.

Otherwise there is no goal.

The ability to dissect.

It won't work.

"Voiceprints should be observable. They can be considered the 'form' of something as intangible as sound."

Qin Feng gathered his spirits.

With his current mental power.

General sound fluctuations.

Can be easily observed.

Just like ripples on a calm lake, these "soundprint ripples" can be perceived by him on a spiritual level and outlined in shape.

Sound has no physical form whatsoever.

But the sound produces fluctuations.

Will stir up the air.

It will provoke a mental reaction.

The ripples of air can be understood as the shape of sound. Similarly, the mental response aroused by sound can also be understood as an expression of sound at the level of "thought" and "concept".

Generally speaking, sound can have two forms: physical and psychological.

But if it involves the occult...

Everything is hard to say.

"Sure enough, the rat noise in the wall didn't cause any physical movement or reaction in the air. It's impossible to capture any sound patterns on a physical level."

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

If it is a physical sound pattern caused by floating air, it will be easier to dissect it.

Simultaneously.

There won’t be any risk.

But if it's on a psychological level...

Not necessarily.

“The psychological shape of sound involves the mind, intention, and spirit of the person observing the sound.”

"therefore."

“I want to dissect the shape of sound at the spiritual level.”

"To some extent, it's like dissecting the human spirit, that is, dissecting my own spiritual thoughts."

Qin Feng said in his heart.

Simply put.

Trying to dissect the shape outlined by the sound on a spiritual level is akin to dissecting oneself.

It's okay normally.

But the sound of rats in the wall was obviously unusual.

Qin Feng couldn't help but feel some pressure.

Take a deep breath.

spit out.

Qin Feng's expression showed a bit of determination.

"No matter what, let's try it first."

squeak...

squeak...

Close your eyes.

Qin Feng simply sat in the courtyard of the monastery mansion.

Listening to the sound of mice coming from the wall.

"squeak……"

This moment.

Qin Feng felt the shapes of the rats in the wall begin to take shape in his mind.

The weird thing is.

As the shape was outlined, the form of the mouse gradually emerged and became clear, but Qin Feng couldn't help but look strange, because... the image that was outlined was not the shape of a real mouse!

But...

people!

That's right, it's people.

These people had hunched bodies, wriggling limbs, eroded faces, and stammering and whispering sounds coming from their mouths.

The sound is very similar to the squeaking of a mouse.

"Is the rat in the wall a human?"

"wrong……"

"That's not quite right..."

Qin Feng noticed something was wrong.

Or.

He always felt that there was something strange about those hunched humanoid creatures that murmured like rats, as if... they were different from modern people.

These human-shaped shadows look like humans, with real flesh and blood, but they have an earthy texture all over their bodies.

Yes.

Earthy texture.

just like……

These people are all made of clay.

Simultaneously.

The texture of the soil exudes a strong historical atmosphere, as if it has been covered in dust for countless years, which cannot be counted or explored. No number can measure the depth of its history.

"Ancient humans?"

Such a guess suddenly popped up in Qin Feng's mind.