Thousands of Hearts

Chapter 158 Positioning 2

With a blank expression on his face, Wang Yiyang took off the beam cutter and walked towards the gate.

He flipped the switch.

Chi.

Suddenly, a light blue sharp beam of light sprayed out from the muzzle of the cutter.

The light beam was more than three meters long, like a translucent blue aurora blade, constantly emitting astonishingly high temperatures.

"A spray can only last for five seconds, enough."

Wang Yiyang glanced at the safety indicator on the cutter, released the switch, and walked to the gate.

He stopped at the door, aiming the muzzle of the cutter outside.

click.

The door opened.

The little blond boy was standing outside the door, staring at Wang Yiyang with a blank expression on his face.

puff!

He suddenly rushed forward, swooped, and grabbed Wang Yiyang.

At this moment, a light blue light beam gushed out at the same time, forming a light blue sharp blade in the air, stabbing the little boy's chest precisely.

"The Federation's most advanced and powerful individual melee weapon. Enjoy it."

Wang Yiyang held the beam cutter, and with a flick of the muzzle, the light blue beams flicked in mid-air one after another. Trying to cut each other into pieces.

But there was a scene that surprised him.

The light blue beam did hit the little boy's chest, but it had no effect other than leaving a scorched black mark on his body.

"Damn it!" Wang Yiyang immediately knew something was wrong, released the switch button, and directly smashed the beam cutter forward.

The gun barrel collided with the little boy, temporarily knocking him back a few steps.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Yiyang immediately took off the guzheng behind his back. Hold the violin with one hand, and pluck the strings with the other.

A dial.

Zheng! !

The crisp and melodious sound of the piano was like thunder, and instantly echoed in the practice hall and corridors.

Wang Yiyang didn't stop, and quickly played the voiceless mantra originated from Qin Guiyu Xiaoxiao with one hand.

He has never tried to play the piano with one hand, but his perfect level of string talent allows him to manipulate it freely the first time he tries it.

The zither sound of the Qingyin mantra continuously flows out from the strings.

Wang Yiyang retreated quickly, dodging the little boy's attack again.

But this time, the effect was evident.

The little boy's movements gradually slowed down. After flying through the air, he lay on the ground, and his movements were at least twice as slow as before.

And as the voiceless mantra continued to be played, the little boy's body also began to undergo new changes.

Cracks gradually began to appear on his fair skin, the cracks were pitch black, and black smoke seeped out from inside.

Crawling up from the ground, the little boy continued to walk a few steps towards Wang Yiyang.

But he didn't go far, and more and more cracks appeared all over his body.

Crash.

With a crisp sound, the little boy suddenly collapsed and shattered, like a piece of broken porcelain.

A large amount of black smoke escaped from his body.

Immediately afterwards, the fragments of the boy's body turned into countless black smoke and scattered in all directions.

In less than a few seconds, Wang Yiyang's face was empty, and there was no trace of it anymore.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Wang Yiyang rested his fingers on the strings, his breathing was short, and his body was covered in cold sweat.

He didn't know what could go wrong when he was hurt by a little boy, and he didn't want to know.

When he saw that modern weapons had no effect at all, he realized the problem, and immediately took off the guzheng to take a gamble.

"In the end, I won the bet."

He stood where he was, feeling exhausted all over his body as if he had been exercising to the limit.

"This place is not suitable for staying for a long time. Go back and prepare first, and explore carefully next time."

It's just a little boy I met randomly, so difficult to deal with, he plans to take a rest first, and come to explore here next time when he is fully prepared.

After making a decision, Wang Yiyang took out the gray ear radio from his coat pocket and started tuning the frequency.

Since the gray ear came here, although it is still open, the sound has become extremely small. If you don't hold it against your ear, you can't hear anything at all.

Wang Yiyang picked it up, put it against his ear, and slowly adjusted the frequency, looking for the frequency to go back.

Amidst the hissing electric current, he soon found the subtle ticking of the second hand of the clock.

It was the clear sound of the big clock hanging in his bedroom, mixed with the music of the TV show.

The TV in his bedroom was still on, so the sound should have come from there.

"should be no problem."

The frequency is determined.

Wang Yiyang stood in place, closed his eyes, slowly adjusted his breathing and perception.

All perceptions begin to shrink, shrink, and return to one's own body, not to feel everything outside.

Then, silence.

Then, it exploded instantly.

boom! !

He suddenly exploded all his senses, trying his best to feel everything around him.

At the same time consciousness guides the perception, sustains, and rushes towards the located frequency.

swish.

Wang Yiyang opened his eyes at once.

He didn't know when he had already sat on the bamboo chair on the balcony again.

"Here, it should be my engraving space." He quickly discerned the surrounding situation, and his perception began to drain normally and quickly.

The engraved space is a very fragile imaginary space, and it only needs a little bit of interference to completely collapse.

Wang Yiyang's spirit fluctuated slightly, and the engraved space around him slowly dissipated and turned into darkness again.

He opened his eyes again.

This time, it was truly back to reality.

Outside the balcony, the white light of the lighthouse was reflected on the sea in the distance. Ships and aircrafts were entering and leaving the port of this island from a distance.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his watch and checked the time.

9:51.

"It's been so long..." His eyes froze.

Wang Yiyang remembers that when he started engraving practice, it should be before 9 o'clock.

"Is it almost an hour?"

He calculated in his mind the time he spent in that mysterious world.

"It's been such a long time... Logically speaking, my engraving practice should have reached the limit long ago..."

He began to carefully feel the state of his body.

The physical energy is somewhat exhausted and a little tired, but the spirit and perception seem to be quite abundant. As if it hadn't been consumed.

"And... the perception has increased so much!" Wang Yiyang was suddenly surprised.

He has roughly digitized the perception before, and divided the different stages of the hypnotist into the stages of perception data.

In this way, different levels can be roughly distinguished.

When he was traveling abroad, his perception was only 26.

When I was in my hometown before, my perception only increased by two points, reaching 28.

Logically speaking, it is unlikely that there will be much progress in such a few days.

But Wang Yiyang now clearly feels that his perception is much stronger than it was an hour ago.

He quickly pulls out a psychometric chart that tests perception.

It was a super complex color map made by himself, at least able to test all perception quantities below 50.

More than 50, it is not easy to measure. Because that belongs to the stage of the hypnotist in red.

He did not reach the red shirt stage, so many details of that stage are not clear. It is not easy to make a measurement chart.

Holding the measurement chart, Wang Yiyang stood in front of the bookcase and carefully tested it.

Soon, the measurement results came out.

"36?! It's grown so much!?"

Wang Yiyang was startled.

This is not normal.

One engraving practice, increased perception by 8 points!

If this happened a few more times, he would be able to break through to the red-clothed stage in a few days, and reach the bishop level in a month, which is simply unbelievable.

Wang Yiyang, who felt abnormal, began to test his perception data according to the hypnotist's method to see if there was anything abnormal.

Then check the biochip to make sure other aspects of your body are normal.

And the test results, everything is normal.

"It seems that it is very likely to be related to the weird frequency world I entered."

He guessed.

The perception has been greatly improved, which is a good thing for him.

All night, he continued to adapt to the enhanced perception, and did not continue to enter the world of that strange frequency.

On the one hand, they are worried about other changes, and the means of preparation are not done well. On the other hand, I am afraid that the perception will be abnormal again, so I have to continue to observe to see if there is any change in the improved perception.

Early the next morning.

After washing up, Wang Yiyang finished his exercises and drank hot milk, and then directly boarded a private plane and headed for the city of Yephalat in the Sumil Empire.

At 10:30 in the morning, we arrived at the Heimian Airport in Yefarate City.

Then change the aircraft. In the aircraft cabin, change the dress and tidy up the appearance.

The person in charge of helping Wang Yiyang take care of his image is Ms. Dai Sha, a long-term specially appointed image design master of Mister's public relations department.

"Don't make it so troublesome, right? I'm just here for a meeting." Wang Yiyang has been fiddling with and smeared for more than half an hour, and he is already a little impatient.

"The annual Montenegro Chrysanthemum Conference determines the allocation and optimization of all medical resources in the world. It will also determine the market division of each sector.

The guests you face include not only the top tycoons from various countries, but also the top plutocrat spokespersons who are also famous in the world.

If there is a number of disrespectful appearances, it will not only affect the resource allocation of the entire Mister, but may even make the organizer feel dissatisfied. "

Ms. Dai Sha had a serious expression. She carefully measured the position and distance of the gemstone brooch on Wang Yiyang's chest with a ruler.

It is then held in place with a special invisible glue.

This dress, worth hundreds of thousands, would be scrapped if worn just once.

Just to attend this so-called banquet, this made Wang Yiyang quite dissatisfied.

He felt it was such a waste.

Even the new identity Heather, as the Duke's son, rarely has such wasted time.

In his opinion, luxury and waste are often not equivalent words.

"Don't be dissatisfied, the previous chairmen will only be more solemn than you when attending this banquet." Ms. Dai Sha said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Wang Yiyang said no more.

The aircraft slowed down quickly and stopped in front of a square palace supported by platinum columns.

Outside the palace, there were two rows of guards of honor in red military uniforms, holding rapiers and pointing obliquely at the ground in front of them, welcoming all visitors.

Wang Yiyang got off the aircraft. This was the first time that he did not attract attention in public while everyone knew his identity.

On the red carpet, together with three other men in the same suit and leather shoes, without passing through the guard of honor, he entered the platinum palace hall like ordinary people amidst the melodious sound of musical instruments.

There are already many people present in the hall.

There are more men than women, and all of them are wearing various dresses. There is a hint of leisure in the solemn atmosphere.

There are four huge dining tables more than ten meters long in the hall, on which there are exaggerated seafood dishes.

In the middle of all the dining tables, a whole roasted cow was placed on a metal tabletop.

"The theme of this year's banquet is barbecue." When Wang Yiyang was observing the surrounding environment, a voice behind him suddenly interrupted his attention.

The voice is a female voice, who seems to be a little older, with kindness and tenderness.

Wang Yiyang turned around and saw an old lady in a pearl white dress, holding a light green wine in her forehand, looking at the roasted cow in the middle with a smile.