AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 432 - 192: Former Dormitory Supervisor (Added 2200 words!)_3

Chapter 432: Chapter 192: Former Dormitory Supervisor (Added 2200 words!)_3

Mao Feiyang subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

"The rain will contaminate your ’Perception,’" Mu Daxian’s voice rang out beside Mao Feiyang’s ear, awakening him and simultaneously startling Lin Yi awake.

"This rain itself is a conglomerate of contamination; a moderate amount can stimulate your artistic cells, but too much will lead to your collapse."

"And by ’moderate,’ I mean what’s happening now... getting soaked is getting soaked, don’t intentionally dwell on this sensation any further."

Mao Feiyang, half-understanding, quickly nodded, "Uh... okay."

He hurried to catch up with Mu Daxian—In such a place, having a guide was truly crucial.

As the two slowly made their way across the Stone Bridge, beneath it in the darkness, countless purebred Nightwalkers squirmed their bodies, moving slowly like a massive lump of putty following them, their ’shasha’ friction noises drowned out by the storm, but the evil breath became denser after absorbing the rainwater.

Following Mu Daxian, Mao Feiyang felt somewhat reassured, so he curiously surveyed the surrounding environment.

He quickly noticed those disc-shaped candle holders burning with candle flames, their base adorned with patterns of strange creatures, resembling elongated animals with wings.

"What is this?" Mao Feiyang asked.

Mu Daxian glanced over following the sound, and countered with, "The candle holders?"

"No, the patterns beneath the candle holders," Mao Feiyang said.

Lin Yi immediately perked up, mentally exclaiming that Maozi was indeed acting as his mouthpiece!

Mu Daxian then said, "From a mythological standpoint, it should be the ’Feathered Serpent God’ of the Mayan civilization, but..."

"But what?" Mao Feiyang asked.

"But the architectural style of the Art Building Castle tends towards Gothic and Baroque, starkly different from that of the Mayan civilization..."

"Moreover, having a ’Feathered Serpent God’ relief here is quite unreasonable because this place... cough, this is S city, right? It would make more sense to call it the ’Ying Dragon’ rather than ’Feathered Serpent God.’" Mu Daxian calmly shifted the topic, "But regardless of which civilization’s sculpture, it differs from the style of the Art Building."

"Then... what about that candle holder?" Mao Feiyang inquired.

Mu Daxian chuckled: "Given your curiosity, it would be fitting for me to flood you with a wealth of knowledge, fixing your understanding right here, but out of respect for you, I think it’s better to tell you gradually, letting you choose for yourself."

"Let’s go, first to have dinner, when the opportunity comes, I’ll ’introduce’ it to you."

"Our art faction emphasizes studying on our own before ’attending class.’"

Suddenly, Mu Daxian stopped walking and immediately reached back to touch the drawing board.

At the same time, his other hand slightly opened, positioning Mao Feiyang protectively behind him.

Mu Daxian didn’t move a step further, his pitch-black eyes tightly focused on the fog-enshrouded Stone Bridge ahead.

The scene seemingly froze.

If it weren’t for the sound of the storm and the roar of the waves in his ears, and the rolling mist before his eyes, Lin Yi might truly believe that time had stopped.

"Da... da... da..."

A series of crisp footsteps gradually emerged from deep within the thick fog.

Subsequently, a human silhouette slowly became clear, astonishingly that of the Pseudo-human art teacher.

This Pseudo-human art teacher had clashed with Mu Daxian that morning, now meeting again, was indubitably a twist of fate.

Mu Daxian slowly narrowed his eyes, a burst of moon-bright, icy golden flame flickering open between his eyelids.

At the same time, an invisible aura centered around him slowly spread out, establishing a domain amidst the dense fog.

"Going for dinner?" The Pseudo-human art teacher seemed not to remember the earlier incidents, or maybe she simply ignored Mu Daxian’s demeanor, and greeted him evenly.

"Yes... Teacher," Mu Daxian calmly nodded.

The Pseudo-human art teacher, wearing a fitted suit, hourglass figure accentuated, approached Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, her heels clicking against the ground, her attractive face rendered eerie and unsettling by the characteristic stiff smile.

After a brief greeting, the Pseudo-human art teacher passed by Mu Daxian as if nothing had happened.

But just as she was about to pass by Mao Feiyang, her hands suddenly shot towards him, moving in an angle that defied human limb operation, like a striking snake.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that even Lin Yi, who was mentally prepared, couldn’t react in time.

But just as her arm was about to touch Mao Feiyang’s clothes, a drawing board, like saving Zhao by encircling Wei, flew straight at the Pseudo-human art teacher’s face.

"Bang!"

The drawing board struck her face, knocking the Pseudo-human art teacher back a distance and her arm thus failed to touch Mao Feiyang; however, her leg suddenly whipped over like a scorpion’s tail.

Mu Daxian sneered, seizing her ankle with great strength, and squeezed it so hard that it gruesomely deformed.

"Student, the teacher’s stockings are quite expensive," the Pseudo-human art teacher, feeling no pain, spoke even as her foot slipped out of the high heel; following that, the foot dressed in black silk suddenly morphed like putty, transforming into a sharp-edged foot blade, slashing directly towards Mu Daxian’s face.