AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 369 - 170

Chapter 369: 170

He froze for a moment, then realized, this was not mud, but... Nocturnal species.

He... was stepping on a path pieced together by who knows how many Nocturnal species mixed together, the texture of pulled noodles, partly because the spatial feedback had indeed collapsed, and partly because... these were the doughy bodies of the Nocturnal species!

Lin Yi’s whole body shivered, a blood-bar-like "san value" bar popped up on his head, now swiftly dropping...

His body kept trembling, the shocking realization that the ground underneath was composed of Nocturnal species exceeded his current limits of cognition, allowing a pitch-black terror to breed within his heart, spreading boundlessly, nearly devouring him.

He felt his body swaying slightly, uncontrollably following the rhythm and demonic tune of the choir.

Lin Yi’s will had already become more resilient after being honed, his cognitive strength was already incomparable to that of the day before, he guessed something, he also foresaw something, but even so, it was as if for every foot the path rises, the devil rises ten; the constantly falling layers of abnormal weather could always bring him a new version of horror.

Suddenly, some fine particles like grit were flung against his face with the Mist, as if someone was rubbing sandpaper soaked in water on his face.

Not just the face, but his entire skin, this gritty sensation penetrated his school uniform, making him uncomfortable all over.

But before he had time to adjust his mindset and adapt to the environmental changes, the ground beneath his feet became even worse, sticking to his feet like asphalt, gradually making it difficult for him to move.

He became increasingly immobilized, like Elder Tang trapped in the Spider Cave, but what awaited him were not seven fairies capable of playing with spider silk through their navel, but seventy, seven hundred, or even more non-human units that wanted to play sculpture with him.

Yet, the situation didn’t stop there; the worsening changes continued to descend, the temperature around Lin Yi began to drop, and the grit texture slowly turned icy, an icy cold wind blowing from somewhere invaded this layer, howling and circling as if a tunnel in an air-raid shelter had been breached, and the wind from a frigid snowy landscape surged in, wailing incessantly.

The "Heretical Choir" chanting Lin Yi’s identity was affected by the piercing cold wind, becoming hurried and hoarse, that voice beginning to twist and change...

At that moment, the howling wind began to resound with the noise of circulating air currents, a barely discernible slapping sound penetrated the cyclone, like the noise of broken waves from the arctic glaciers shattering against dark reefs, breaking into countless ice florets.

In the crash of wave after wave of sound, the choir’s voice carried an indescribable demonic quality; although reciting Lin Yi’s identity, it tore every syllable in the voice to shreds and rearranged them, then crushed them into a completely new, discontinuous evil noise.

Lin Yi hadn’t heard such a sound for a long time, a sound as if coming from some extremely distant, abandoned broken world, that dry, raspy, indescribable ancient sound, like an evil witch doctor in some secluded wasteland, chanting heart-wrenchingly some ritual that drives one to mental collapse and madness:

[「I AvgruNnen av tåKe og jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome」!!!]

[「I Avgr...uNnen av tåKe og jaGer forTapte Sjeler... fanTome」!!!]

The Heretical Choir shook their heads and wobbled, stretching their bodies like noodle men, swaying like Indian snake charmers, their faces carrying devout smiles, like rows of human-shaped tombstones standing hand in hand, indulging in high song amid the surge of the Grey Mist, radiating a strong sense of eerie, frenzied, deranged heretical ritualistic feel.

These mad sounds made Lin Yi feel on the verge of collapse and rage, his blood boiling uncontrollably, he hunched slightly, like a savage faced with a great threat, clenching his teeth, a low growl of "heh heh heh... heh heh..." coming from between his teeth, and increasingly intense steam bellowing from his nose and mouth.

However, this steam did not warm him, on the contrary, as he entered this state, his whole person began to fall into a strangely paradoxical state, his organs felt as if they were about to ignite, but his body was rapidly cooling in the icy wind of the layer.

He felt his bones turning red, his flesh growing cold, his skin turning into a greenish-grey texture like Wei Liang’s current state, looking like iron being tempered.

He looked in the distance at the lampposts, "Dormitory Building-095" and "Dormitory Building-096" were no longer straight, turning into two vertical squiggly lines, the mournful sea wind roaring nonstop by his ear, the twisted layer seeming to devour his soul, he knew he was going to be done for soon, because even the only reference points, the lampposts, had lost their original form...

"So tired..."

"Damn it... so tired..."

"Don’t stop... keep going, walk! If you stop, you’re done for..." In a daze, a voice rang in Lin Yi’s ear, like Wei Shan’s, like Tian Bufan’s, as if he was muttering to himself, giving himself a mental suggestion...