AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 459 - 203: Are you the god in charge of part-time jobs in Ancient Greece?_2

Chapter 459: Chapter 203: Are you the god in charge of part-time jobs in Ancient Greece?_2

"Ow! Hiss—," Just then, Mao Feiyang suddenly let out a hiss, frowning as he looked at his forearm.

The abrasion on his forearm had unexpectedly split open another two centimeters or so from its original base, with the jagged edge of the wound resembling the teeth marks of a zipper. Within the wound, a crystal-clear droplet of blood, like a ruby, was coalescing, and a faint scent of blood wafted through the air.

All the wall plaster around them began to squirm, and countless eyeballs rolled towards Mao Feiyang. Fine strands of flesh, like capillaries, emerged from the body of the Purebred Nightwalker, seemingly stretching out towards Mao Feiyang.

At the end of the Corridor Bridge, twisted shadows emerged accompanied by the coarse sound of "shasha," making one’s mouth go dry with increasing dread.

With urgency and panic, Mao Feiyang cried out, "Great Immortal, my wound seems to have split open!"

Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang’s arm, took a glance, and said, "The injury has worsened! It must be because of your recent Perception of It that has now accelerated your blood flow, causing blood to start pouring out of your body, we can’t delay... Let’s go, to the next place!"

With that, he stood up with Mao Feiyang and sprinted across the Corridor Bridge towards the Teaching Building ahead.

Outside the Corridor Bridge, the mist was thick and the moonlight sparse in the sky.

A storm descended, enveloping the three Teaching Buildings which swayed like reflections on water amidst the wind and rain. The two running on the Corridor Bridge felt the sway as if crossing a suspension bridge over a river.

"Huff—huff—"

"Shasha..."

Despite the wild storm around, apart from these sounds, the world seemed eerily silent. And those sounds, to Mao Feiyang, felt as though they didn’t belong on the same plane as the campus, as if in a hall with speakers turned on at both ends—one dominated by the wavering storm, and the other resonating with a tranquil echo.

He felt an extreme unreality, even his footsteps seemed emptier.

"Move move move! Don’t worry about anything else, let’s clean the wound up ahead first!" Mu Daxian yelled into his ear, snapping his mind back to reality.

It was similar to how Wei Liang had once tried to rouse Lin Yi.

The two soon reached the fourth floor of Teaching Building C. When Mao Feiyang arrived at the men’s restroom, turned on the tap, and ran his hand under the water to clean it, he felt a temperature sensation he had never experienced before. It spread slowly from the wound, calming the previously agitated and surging blood within him, and giving him a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Mao Feiyang took a deep breath, while Mu Daxian remained vigilant, monitoring their surroundings.

But there was a problem—Mao Feiyang noticed that blood, fine as threads, kept flowing out of his wound without any sign of stopping.

His hand grew colder and colder, and a pallid color, like that of a corpse, began to appear under his skin.

"Great Immortal... something feels very wrong..." Mao Feiyang said weakly.

"There’s nothing wrong or right about it, this is your only option until we get back to the Art Classroom," Mu Daxian said gravely, "No, they’re coming, damn... that was a bit too quick!"

"Let’s go, Xiao Mao, time to switch locations!" Mu Daxian then charged ahead, this time not taking the Corridor Bridge or the stairs, but turning the corner at the end of the corridor, rushing from Class 12 of Group C to Class 10 of Group C, then crossing the Corridor Bridge there and returning to Group 10 of Group B...

In Mu Daxian’s words, this was a guerrilla war, except he and Mao Feiyang were only evading and not striking, making circles within the three Teaching Buildings to keep the Purebred Nightwalkers that traced their scent forever at their heels.

They needed to keep this up until zero hour, then they would take the elevator from the first floor of the Teaching Building back to the Art Building.

Mu Daxian was well-versed in the route ahead, executing each step methodically. But meanwhile, Mao Feiyang was in dire straits.

The clear water could no longer cleanse his wounds; as he started to run, blood permeated from his pores, congealing on his icy arms. While he ran, he covered it with his other hand, but his whole body showed signs of collapse from blood loss.

While crossing the Corridor Bridge this time, Lin Yi looked down from above, his gaze penetrating the rain and fog, barely making out the twisted and deformed walls of the Teaching Building.

Under the torrential rain, countless Purebred Nightwalkers and Pseudo-Humans were climbing up the walls, perching on the windowsills, peering through the bomb-proof glass at the darkened classrooms, their faces twisted in a fervor and perversion that needed no imagination to grasp.

Their bodies, drenched by the rain, seemed enshrouded in a layer of murky glow. They pounded the glass forcefully, but you’d have to believe in the quality of domestic bomb-proof glass, which from the school’s founding has been fending off these creatures right up until now...

Approaching the men’s restroom near Class B, Group 10, Mao Feiyang, intent on twisting the faucet, was suddenly grabbed by Mu Daxian, "Damn it, not this way, go downstairs!"

"Huh?" Mao Feiyang blinked, then seemed to realize something, raising his eyes towards the men’s restroom.

Inside the flickering restroom, they could see a mass resembling rice cake peeling off the wall... There was no need to guess that it was a Purebred Nightwalker. In the dimming light, it was impossible to tell just how many there were.

"This is getting tricky..." said Mu Daxian, frowning as they descended, "And there’s about an hour left... These filthy things are tightening their encirclement faster than usual."

"Probably has to do with His arrival..."

"The eyes of a Pilgrim see only light, even a moth willingly plunges into the flame... Damn it, we’re the ones who pay the price," Mu Daxian spat out.

As time ticked away, Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang through the Teaching Building, skirting by a certain moving pattern, like a train king venturing deep into a dragon’s nest firmly holding onto a horde of Purebred Nightwalkers’ hatred, and like an uncle in a furniture mall, leveraging terrain advantage, dangling them with nimble footwork...

The problem was, the number of Purebred Nightwalkers following them steadily grew.

Gradually, whether it was the Purebred Nightwalkers that were boneless and looked like puddles of liquid, or the humanoid Pseudo-Humans, they all mixed together, trailing behind them like a landslide...

"Great Immortal... if we get caught up, are we done for?" Mao Feiyang glanced back while running, they were only separated from the Purebred Nightwalkers by a Corridor Bridge and half a flight of stairs, yet a single glance at their number and level of repulsion could leave an unforgettable impression for life.

"Be confident, remove the ’if’," said Mu Daxian.

Mao Feiyang’s face turned pale, "Great Immortal, I just thought of something... it’s like the feeling of encountering a scumbag girl."

"Huh?"

"Imagine being chased by a bunch of zombies covered in meat paste," said Mao Feiyang, "No matter how fast you run, they’re always behind you, maintaining a tantalizing distance just like a scumbag girl would."

Mu Daxian was taken aback, "You kid, you understand scumbag girls, your words even have some artistic sense now..."

"Right?" Mao Feiyang felt a bit proud.

"But can you not bring up your artistic flair at such an inappropriate time? Damn it!" Mu Daxian couldn’t help but say, "If they catch up, prepare to experience a human meat landslide!"

Mao Feiyang quickly imposed a self-gag and continued running with his heavy body. After a while, he asked, "Great Immortal... how much longer do we have to run... I feel like I can’t hold on much longer!"

"Don’t speak so easily of giving up, you said the same thing half an hour ago, and didn’t you make it through?" Mu Daxian said unsympathetically.

Mao Feiyang: "..."

"What time is it now, and how do we know when it’s past midnight?"