AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 573 - 259: Old Mo’s Knife_2

Chapter 573: Chapter 259: Old Mo’s Knife_2

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."

Lin Yi’s vision flickered before his eyes, and within that fragmented myriad of lights, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were slowly opening!

Were they the eyes of an angel?

Or... "It-I"s eyes?!

Subconsciously, Lin Yi loosened his grip on the light bulb, and it dropped to the floor with a thud, its crisp sound striking the ground beside his feet like a heavy hammer.

As his palm released, everything before Lin Yi’s eyes swiftly faded, and his vision returned to its original place.

"Huff, huff, huff..." His face pale, he breathed greedily as if he had forgotten how to breathe at that moment.

"What did you see?" Tian Bufan patted Lin Yi on the back, asking with concern.

"It’s not what I saw, but... something saw me!" Lin Yi’s forehead was covered in sweat beads as thick as soybeans, his eyes shifting uncertainly, "I must have been targeted by an angel..."

"Don’t be nervous, didn’t the homeroom teacher advise you? After dinner, go to the gymnasium and resolve the issue early," Tian Bufan comforted Lin Yi, supporting him.

"It has come to this now." Lin Yi crouched down, reaching for the light bulb.

But just as his palm touched the light bulb, a pair of jet-black rubber boots appeared in his line of sight, and at the same time, a dry voice slowly rose beside his ear: "Don’t move..."

As the voice emerged, an indescribable oppressive force pressed down like a collapsing ceiling, tensing his body instantaneously.

Strangely, aside from the oppressive feeling, he detected no malice.

So, after a moment’s pause, he slightly lifted his head.

The next moment, a figure backlit by light appeared in his vision, startling him.

"You... Old Mo?!"

He was still alive...?!

A profound shock surged at the bottom of Lin Yi’s heart.

Only now, Old Mo looked somewhat different from his memory.

The shoes on his feet had been replaced with rubber boots of the same material as his black apron, his chef’s uniform, spotlessly clean yet emitting a repulsive and uncomfortable vile odor, and the blue apron he originally wore on his chest had once again turned into a black apron.

He carried a butcher knife in his hand, and a viscous fluid seemed to drip down the blade, but eerily, the fluid seemed both present and absent, flowing from the blade like liquid nitrogen, yet as it dripped down, it vaporized into a misty white smoke...

Old Mo’s attention, however, remained on the light bulb, and it was only when he heard his name called out unexpectedly that he showed a slight trace of emotion, a flicker of life in his vacant eyes.T

Old Mo bent down, approached Lin Yi, and then sniffed softly.

"On you... there’s... his... scent..."

Speaking, Old Mo’s hands reached past Lin Yi and picked up the light bulb from the ground.

He held the light bulb, his eyes closed, as if feeling something inside it.

Lin Yi’s vision slightly distorted, and unknowingly, he entered the state of "My Vision." He then saw the sunlight condensed in the light bulb, like golden strands of hair, burrowing into Old Mo’s palm, then gradually dissolving into his forearm.

The power within the light bulb quickly dissipated completely, leaving it devoid of any essence.

After all this, Old Mo slowly opened his eyes, then extended his hand, passing the completely petrified light bulb to Lin Yi.

"Returning... it... to you..."

His movements held a mechanical feel, especially as he stretched his hand in front of Lin Yi and then one-by-one his fingers unfurled, revealing the light bulb.

Lin Yi watched Old Mo in shock; had he not known Old Mo’s origins through a dream, he would now certainly treat Old Mo as an extremely evil chef.

"Uh, okay... okay." He reached out to take the lightbulb from Old Mo’s hand.

But at that moment, Old Mo’s stiff movements suddenly became swift like a transformation, and before Lin Yi could react, his wrist was tightly clamped by Old Mo.

Lin Yi shuddered violently, subconsciously trying to pull his hand back, only to find that Old Mo seemed unmovable like he was cast from steel.

"Don’t move... I will... only... say... this... once..."

Old Mo’s voice rose in Lin Yi’s ear, still devoid of any malice, only a mountainous sense of oppression.

Meanwhile, Old Mo’s other hand, holding a pig butcher knife, suddenly moved...

His gaze missed Lin Yi’s body, staring at his shadow, then he raised the butcher knife high.

"I... see... you..."

Old Mo’s face was expressionless, swinging the butcher knife down, and in that moment, Lin Yi felt a chilling breath spreading out from Old Mo...

"This feeling...?!" Lin Yi’s heart trembled, similar feelings arose whenever he crossed layers!

Had Old Mo, through physical contact, pulled him into his own layer?!

"This...?!"

Lin Yi instinctively shifted his body away, his eyes following the blade of Old Mo’s knife to his own shadow.

He hadn’t known, hadn’t looked, but upon looking, he was instantly terrified!

There was no shadow behind him!!

What was there was merely a pitch-black path!

No, more precisely, that path and his shadow had merged together, the shape of the path was the outline of his shadow, even changing as his shadow changed when he turned his head!

And in the depths of that path, a terror from another layer was hiding!

A pitch-black stormy night, the stairwell of the Teaching Building flickering white and black from lightning, the Sneering Angel with wings tucked in, all drenched...

The terror from that dream, had thus pierced into reality, appearing in the dark world beyond the path!

The Sneering Angel had penetrated the layers, had it merely locked onto him through his own conception?!

No no no... perhaps it was a combination of that accidental conception, the contamination transferred by Maozi, and various other factors, but whatever the case, he had been targeted by the Sneering Angel!

Targeted by a Sneering Angel, theoretically hunting down Art Students!

But at this moment, as if sensing the threat from Old Mo, the path stirred like a lake hit by a stone, creating ripples, and before Old Mo’s knife could strike, the path dissipated.

Under the sun, only Lin Yi’s shadow remained.

Old Mo’s butcher knife hung in midair, his movements also stiffened there, as if at this moment, he had reverted from a murderous God of Kill to a rigid puppet-like existence.

Old Mo released Lin Yi’s wrist.

As the physical contact ended, Lin Yi felt the warmth of the sunlight envelop him again, the cold layer retreating like flowing water.

He felt as if he was surfacing from water.

"Phew..." he had almost forgotten to breathe, only now quietly exhaling a breath.

Old Mo gave him a look, then instructed: "Without power... keep it... concealed... don’t... charge it... it will... bring... misfortune..."

"Otherwise... just throw it... away... or take it... to the Gymnasium..."

"They... will still... come looking... for you... that kind of mark... can only be... removed... at the Gymnasium..."