AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 495 - 221: Petrified Light Bulb and... Mountain Man?_2

Chapter 495: Chapter 221: Petrified Light Bulb and... Mountain Man?_2

He turned around and gave Mao Feiyang a sneer, "Angel Sculptures... are also made of stone."

Mao Feiyang’s scalp tingled instantly: "Are you saying... these light bulbs have something to do with ’sculptures’?!"

"Could it be... where there is poison, there must be an antidote nearby? Are these light bulbs and the Pseudo-Humans in a mutually dependent relationship?"

Mu Daxian looked deep into Mao Feiyang’s eyes: "Your insight is indeed good, pretty much what you’re thinking, but you’re still lacking in the details."

"Uh... I actually guessed right?" Mao Feiyang was also a bit surprised; he was just speaking faster than he could think, blurting out whatever came to mind.

"..." Mu Daxian was speechless, "A little praise and you get carried away? Want to play James, guarding the Sneering Angel single-handedly next season?"

Mao Feiyang: "..."

Without further conversation, the two spent some time collecting only two more petrified light bulbs.

"It looks like, these things are hard to find..." Mao Feiyang couldn’t help but sigh.

"They are hard to find," Mu Daxian confirmed, "Only seasoned Art Students know the wonders of Petrified Light Bulbs, and often, these techniques are passed on through actual combat."

"If I die in battle someday, it’ll be up to you to pass this technique on to the next talented Art Student protege."

"Huh?" Mao Feiyang was stunned, "What do you mean ’die in battle’? "

"Just a precaution, don’t tense up." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang’s shoulder, seemingly indifferent to life and death, merely fulfilling some sort of guide’s duty.

"Right, what are we collecting these Petrified Light Bulbs for again?" Mao Feiyang asked.

"To conceal breath," Mu Daxian said, "Of course, mainly to cover up the breath on you that belongs to Him."

"That breath will only fade over time, but theoretically, it will not dissipate until the Sneering Angel comes out and takes you down, and the good news is we’ve made it through one night already..."

"So just hold out through one more night?"

"You wish, at minimum this breath can last two to three days, which might not cover a Grey Mist Invasion period, but it’s enough to get you killed."

"Ah? So will just the Petrified Light Bulbs be enough?" Mao Feiyang panicked a little, it hadn’t seemed so severe at the start!

Was Brother Xian saying that just to make him feel at ease?

How could he guarantee that what’s being said now isn’t also just to make him feel at ease by downplaying the "consequences"?

"Hey, plans always fall behind changes, you know!" Mu Daxian said solemnly, "Man, although you can keep making plans, sometimes changes force you to revert to some plan you had previously abandoned..."

"Having known you for only two days, my days have become so bloody eventful..."

Mao Feiyang: "..."

"Find one or two more Petrified Light Bulbs, and we should almost have enough," Mu Daxian said.

Mao Feiyang clenched his teeth and said earnestly, "Then we can’t be negligent!"

Right then, Mu Daxian suddenly spoke up, "Hey, found another one!"

"Eh? Ah~?" Mao Feiyang was speechless, "Damn, how did I not see that?"

"Because you’re blind." Mu Daxian said and walked ahead, Mao Feiyang pouted and followed eagerly, but suddenly he sensed something and instinctively looked towards a certain spot, his eyes lighting up!

"Hey, there’s another street light pole over there! I found one too!" he excitedly shouted, trying to claim credit.

"That won’t do, it’s inside their territory, don’t go there," Mu Daxian’s voice came from ahead, dousing Mao Feiyang’s enthusiasm.

Mao Feiyang calmed down and saw that the street light pole was already situated on the dividing line of light and shadow, which while sparsely lit now, could be engulfed by darkness at any moment.

"The light is tilting..." he lamented.

"Exactly, we don’t have much time left, if we can’t find more here, we’ll have to move on," Mu Daxian explained while adeptly removing the light bulb from the street light pole in front of him.

Mao Feiyang followed close behind him to continue his observation.

"Hey, Brother Xian, Brother Xian! There seems to be someone over there!" Mao Feiyang caught sight of something and couldn’t help but tug at Mu Daxian’s clothes.

Mu Daxian immediately looked over and, sure enough, saw a figure in the direction Mao Feiyang was pointing!

"Could it be the Pseudo-Human Art Student?" Mao Feiyang whispered.

"Don’t rush, let’s see what’s going on first," Mu Daxian said as he stowed away the third petrified light bulb, then he and Mao Feiyang stealthily ran up behind the shrubs of a small slope, using the shade of the trees to conceal their presence before observing the individual.

It was a burly uncle with a clean, simple haircut wearing a khaki windbreaker, who was currently swinging a hoe and digging something near a street light pole.

"How could a man suddenly appear in the school?" Mao Feiyang asked.

Mu Daxian shook his head, "How would I know? Just watch for now!"

Mao Feiyang didn’t know who it was, but Lin Yi recognized him at a glance.

「Isn’t that the ’Mountain Man’?」

The Mountain Man was part of the group that had entered the school on the afternoon of May 8, standing out among all the Experience Students because of his older age.

Lin Yi recalled the first time he saw the Mountain Man was when he returned to the classroom after lunch, and then around 3 pm, the Mountain Man left the classroom...

He hadn’t paid much attention to the exact time but just remembered it was in the afternoon. The next time he saw him was after dinner...

To be honest, he didn’t even know if the Mountain Man had gone to the cafeteria for dinner.

Memory is always such a wonderful thing, completing its circle in magical ways.

And from what he was seeing now, when the Mountain Man had left, he had gone to the mountain to dig something, which is why he was covered in so much dirt and dust.

But looking at the situation that evening, it seemed like the Mountain Man had encountered something.

Could he have dug up something extraordinary, drawing the attack of some Nocturnal species? Lin Yi speculated.

But as he continued to observe, he quickly discovered that the Mountain Man had dug up... a bag from near the street light pole!

「A bag? Wait! That bag!」 Lin Yi’s pupils contracted slightly, he remembered that when the Mountain Man returned to the classroom in the evening, he had been carrying a bag!

「That’s wrong, so, this bag was dug up from under the street light pole?」

「How did he know there was a bag here? Who buried it, and after burying it, how was he informed?!」

Mao Feiyang also realized there was a problem and couldn’t help but say, "Damn, Brother Xian, why did that guy dig up a bag?"

Mu Daxian squinted his eyes tightly, thoughtfully staring at the Mountain Man, and slowly, a cold smile crept onto his lips, "Interesting... very interesting..."

"Huh?" Mu Daxian’s smile made Mao Feiyang feel scared, "Brother Xian, don’t scare me, what’s going on?"

Mu Daxian said with a sneer, "It seems... some ’external forces’ are also eyeing our campus..."

"Huh?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback, but then suddenly held his breath.

Because he saw the Mountain Man move.

He saw the Mountain Man open the bag, unzip his backpack as well, and then spread out all the contents of both bags before skillfully assembling them...

Because they were too far away, Lin Yi couldn’t see what the Mountain Man was doing, only that his backpack was filled with oddly shaped parts that, when put together, slowly formed something like a skeleton...

[Even if he pulled out an RPG from the bag, I wouldn’t be surprised...] Lin Yi suddenly thought, but from what he could see now, the Mountain Man was very clearly doing something far more outrageous than making an RPG with his hands...

The Mountain Man then wore the assembled object on himself, packed up both bags, determined his bearings, and then, like Ape-Man Tarzan, he ran through the mountains, disappearing from their sight with just a few leaps and bounds.

"Brother Xian, did he... turn into Ape-Man Tarzan?"