MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 291 The Cat-Faced Old Woman (2)

The beast-like old man felt the shoulder, his whole body shuddered, and he suddenly jumped away like his fur standing on end.

Are you planning to eat people?

A sudden sound broke the silence of the night, and a boy emerged from it.

"Meow—meow—"

The old woman, who resembled a wildcat, instantly arched her back and hissed threateningly at Fang Zheng.

Immediately afterwards, it really did pounce on Fang Zheng like a human-shaped wildcat.

Fang Zheng simply stepped to the side and easily dodged the clumsy attack.

"Oh? Physical attacks are weakened here..."

While dodging, Fang Zheng casually threw a punch.

However, the monster was exceptionally agile, twisting and turning like a cat to dodge most of the force. It took a hit but seemed to be unharmed, then darted into the woods and hid in the treetops.

It should be noted that even if Fang Zheng were to strike casually in human form, this punch would be enough to turn a hundred-story building into dust.

But at this moment, this fist, which could generate shockwaves to intercept hypersonic missiles even when simply striking the air, gave Fang Zheng a strange feeling when it hit the opponent, as if he had not used that kind of power at all, but was just a fist thrown by an ordinary teenager.

Fang Zheng clenched his fist, deep in thought: "Is this rule somewhat similar to the mandatory power restriction of a witch's barrier?"

"Meow—meow—" The hideous monster, a combination of the features of an old woman and a wild cat, was perched on a tree branch in a nauseating posture, with only half of its ugly face showing, staring intently at Fang Zheng, constantly emitting threatening whimpers.

"Boring stuff." Fang Zheng casually picked up a stone and threw it away.

As expected, the stone did not exhibit the expected ability to instantly tear through the air and reach a supersonic speed of Mach 80. It simply flew out with a whoosh, but lacking in power and speed, it still accurately struck the monster's nose, causing it to let out a wail.

"It seems that this field has a unique set of rules that unilaterally restrict the intervention of supernatural forces."

"Cracking it isn't difficult..."

Before he could finish speaking, his brow furrowed again. "What kind of nonsense is this?"

The witch barriers I've encountered before also have many mandatory rules. Only those with the same essence, who are also unsolvable and possess magic in a certain aspect, can violently interfere by counteracting different rules.

After breaking those unsolvable sets, what we can obtain is a logical system that is completely different from the existing logical system, but has some points of connection.

Although it may seem absurd and chaotic, it actually has a set of self-consistent rules, just like Riemannian geometry, which may seem ridiculous to ordinary people, but can be accurately understood once its rules are understood.

But now, the information that Fangzheng is analyzing is completely different. It's like a child talking nonsense, with illogical and chaotic fragments constantly emerging and changing.

"Never mind, let's observe first." Fang Zheng glanced at the frightened little girl on the ground, bent down to pick up her flashlight, took out a button from his pocket and pressed it, then reached out and gently wiped the flashlight.

"Since this place unilaterally refuses to accept my power, let's try something that already belongs to this domain, just with a slight enhancement..."

"Look, first turn the brightness up to ten thousand times, then slightly narrow the beam..."

With a buzzing sound, the tin flashlight, which looked like it was popular in the 1970s or 80s, suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling, scorching white light.

The beam of light was compressed to its limit, almost condensing into a lightsaber. It flashed in the air and heated the air into a blue plasma channel, instantly vaporizing the trees and withered grass along its path.

The beam of light struck the monster's face precisely as it lunged forward again.

Although it didn't vaporize its head, it still let out a shrill scream, its deformed eyeballs bursting open on the spot, and the black fur on its face seemed to be scorched.

It turned and howled, then fled back into the dark jungle.

The ultra-high density light stream followed closely, relentlessly pursuing its form.

The monster kept dodging. Despite being attacked at the speed of light, it darted among the trees and managed to dodge all the beams of light, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

As the cat-faced old woman departed, the once shadowy forest, seemingly concealing countless strange figures, and the unsettling whispers in the wind, all vanished, restoring a semblance of tranquility. Looking up, the mist had dissipated, the moon reappeared, and its gentle light bathed the earth. The sky was now clear, with only a wisp of mist still lingering in the distant forest.

Fang Zheng scratched his head, still not quite understanding what this thing was.

His gaze swept across the forest to the distance, from where faint cries of despair could be heard:

"My dear granddaughter... come back soon..."

"Grandma has candied hawthorns..."

"Girl! Grandpa's here!"

A loud, forceful shout, accompanied by the beam of a flashlight and the barking of hunting dogs, echoed from the other side of the mountain: "Damn dogs! I don't care who you are, anyone who dares to touch my niece, I'll make them pay!"

However, these searching sounds did not elicit any response from the little girl beside Fang Zheng.

This little guy, only three or four years old, was so frightened that his eyes were wide open, his gaze was empty and lifeless, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

After Fang Zheng picked her up, she clung tightly to his clothes as if she had grasped a lifeline.

Under the moonlight, the little girl's face was dark, her pupils seemed to have turned into vertical cat eyes, and her whole body was convulsing and curled up, like a frightened cat.

"Hey, little one, have a milk and honey candy." Fang Zheng handed her a candy.

This candy combines milk, which can relieve negative feelings, and honey, which can provide a feeling of fullness.

It was a product that Fang Zheng casually created after truly analyzing himself.

The little girl subconsciously smacked her lips, chewed a few times, and the emptiness in her eyes gradually faded, her curled-up body slowly relaxing.

"Waaaaah..." She hugged Fang Zheng and burst into tears, chewing on the candy incoherently, crying out, "Grandma Cat Face, don't eat me! Grandma has turned into Grandma Cat Face! Grandpa! Uncle..."

The little girl's piercing cries carried far through the night, and moments later, an anxious shout came from afar: "Over there! Quick! The girl is over there!"

Woof woof woof... Accompanied by the barking of hunting dogs, a burly figure charged like a wild boar, running across the uneven mountain terrain. The beam of a flashlight pierced the darkness, snapping off dead branches and leaves along the way, as he rushed all the way to the other side of the forest.

boom!
As the barking drew nearer, a muffled thud followed, and a figure as tall as a black bear charged into Fang Zheng's presence.

He was a burly man wearing a military green overcoat and leather boots, over 2.2 meters tall, with a face full of fat and weighing an estimated 150 kilograms. He was as strong as an upright black bear.

At this moment, Zhang Kun's face was full of anxiety, but when he saw the little girl in Fang Zheng's arms, his fiercer gaze instantly softened.

"Uncle! I want a hug!" The little girl, who had been crying her heart out just moments before, suddenly perked up and threw herself into her uncle's arms.

"Oh, little girl, does it hurt anywhere?" Zhang Kun carefully hugged his niece, looking at her covered in mud with heartache, and carefully checked her for any injuries.

At the same time, he sniffed the air and smelled a lingering cat odor. He immediately understood what was going on and cursed viciously, "Damn old woman with the cat face! This despicable thing dares to harm my Zhang family!"

"Just wait till I get my chance, I'll kill you!"

But as he examined her, he discovered that apart from some mud, his niece had no obvious wounds.

It wasn't until he sniffed the air that he lifted her trouser leg and saw a dried scab on her knee, at which point his brows suddenly furrowed.

He gently rubbed it with his thick, radish-like fingers, and the scab fell off, revealing smooth skin. "What... happened?"

He silently straightened his niece's clothes, hugged her tightly, and then turned to Fang Zheng, who was standing quietly to the side.

Looking at his clean clothes and calm expression, Zhang Kun frowned slightly, trying to make his voice sound gentle: "Young man, you're the one who saved my niece, right?"

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Why don't you come back to the village with us and sit for a while..."

(End of this chapter)