AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 599 - 272: Phantom Vision! Art Building Stairwell! _2

Chapter 599: Chapter 272: Phantom Vision! Art Building Stairwell! _2

On the wall, an ancient candlestick carved with intricate patterns hung silently, with the candlelight flickering and the tears of wax mottled, hanging down like sharp icicles, giving off an inexplicably creepy sensation.

The flickering pearly light cast the darting shadows of the art students on the wall, distorted like loaches squirming in boiling water. This interplay of light and shadow intertwined with the bustling noise abruptly transported one back to an ancient era of chaos and war.

It was certain that this was a corridor inside the Art Building’s castle rather than somewhere around the Watchtower; as to whether it was in the tower’s corridor, Lin Yi couldn’t make a judgment.

At this moment, Maozi was still following the crowd up the steps.

Regrettably, after several rounds of observation, Lin Yi couldn’t find any device to tell the time.

Clocks, commonly seen around the campus, were nowhere to be seen here.

As his immersion deepened, Lin Yi began to acquire Mao Feiyang’s perception of the surroundings, feeling the fierce wind swirling violently in the pitch-black space overhead, accompanied by shrill shrieking sounds, like a hurricane tearing at some nylon material.

With his hearing enhanced, he started to pick up some sparse noises coming from within the walls, like sharp nails furiously scraping against the backside of the wall, not just one but countless...

Given the wall’s material, dimensions, and the impression this castle imparted, one would conservatively estimate the thickness to be at least half a meter. What kind of nails could scratch through to produce that chilling, hair-raising sound?

Gradually, Lin Yi’s sense of touch and feedback from vibrations around him became more sensitive...

Theoretically, this Ancient European-style castle should have extraordinary load-bearing capabilities against trampling, unlike other stair materials which would cause a deep ’rumbling’ sensation, yet he felt it now.

It came not just from the surrounding crowd of art students but also from other unknown areas.

"Whoosh whoosh—Whoosh whoosh—"

With the roaring wind above and periodic intensification of the vibrations in the walls, which then calmed down intermittently, it felt as if being slammed by waves.

Every violent vibration caused some art students to cry out in fear, while some older students responsible for maintaining order scolded with a deep yet oppressive tone: "Silence!"

"Silence!!"

"Don’t be scared!"

"Damn, do you want to attract them?!"

"Keep moving!"

"You can slow down a bit, but don’t spread fear!!"

"We’re almost there!"

"Go!"

A few older art students began to break away from the crowd and stood aside to take command.

"Keep up!"

"Walk steadily!"

"If you feel tired, step aside to rest!"

"Don’t stampede, don’t be afraid!"

...

"Xiao Mao, how are you? If you need a rest, we can take a break," Yanjing Ming glanced at Mao Feiyang and thought for a moment before adding, "But... it’s probably better to wait until we get to the other side."

Mao Feiyang shook his head: "Brother Yan, I’m not tired."

"That’s good. Let’s move fast!" Yanjing Ming, upon seeing this, dropped his pretense and whispered, "Saying to walk slowly is just to reassure everyone. If we can move faster, let’s not delay. This place... is ultimately not safe."

Hearing this, Mao Feiyang’s expression sharpened, and he silently quickened his pace.

As they climbed higher, the scraping sounds penetrating the walls grew creepier, and thunder occasionally roared outside the wall, while gusts of twisting dampness began to pour down from the dark void above.

This dampness had a moist, sticky feel, unlike ordinary mist, more like...

The unique damp air found on the seashores!

Thinking back to the wave-like sensation that intermittently washed over, Lin Yi felt that that "feeling" might not just be a sensation, but that they were actually in a corridor with walls being struck by waves!

They continued ascending the staircase in this corridor, with a terrifying storm outside the wall; a massive storm swept the waves, continually crashing against the wall. On the outer side of the wall, perhaps endless Purebred Nightwalkers clung.

These Purebred Nightwalkers, born from the black waves hitting the rocks, traversed through mud marshes that had buried countless rotten fish and shrimp, then surged up the steep cliffs...

Night Watchmen might be able to guard a cliff, but they are not gods; facing a tide-like surge of Purebred Nightwalkers, guarding one area might be the limit, and other areas of the Art Building’s castle might have already fallen to the contamination of the Purebred Nightwalkers!

Yet, Lin Yi still couldn’t imagine where, exactly in the Art Building, Mao Feiyang might encounter such terrifying waves.

His mind momentarily turned vague; a bizarre, eerie thought suddenly pierced his mind— "Could it be that this part of the Art Building has also undergone some peculiar transformation?"

Just like when the bed flipped 180 degrees during a night at the dorm, they now seemed to be ascending the staircase, but had the entire corridor already flipped?