AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 695 - 319: Song Rentou? Or is it...?

Chapter 695: Chapter 319: Song Rentou? Or is it...?

"After all, on their side, even just running up and down the stairs to sign a document for a trivial thing may result in taking the files abroad for a spin, gloriously dubbed a ’field survey’..."

"Hey, watch your words! We don’t even know if that information is true or not, stop jumping to conclusions."

"Sigh, that’s true, let’s just eat...eat up, we have a big battle coming tonight!"

Architect...Boss was confused in his heart.

"What’s your major?"

"Uh...architectural design..."

Architectural design... Could it be that kind of "professional in architecture"?

She laughed at herself sarcastically and shook her head helplessly.

The campus is now riddled with holes, what kind of architect could patch it up?

Moreover, with such a big problem, even if Lin Yi really was that kind of architect, what could he do all by himself?

Sigh...

She sighed, then subconsciously searched the stands for Lin Yi’s figure, but this time there was no need for her to search, because she didn’t find him through searching for people, but by following the flow of his breath, she directly located Lin Yi.

"Sigh, it really suits this guy’s style..." A rare look of relief appeared in Boss’s eyes, the Lin Yi on the first level of the stands, just like when he faced the "Primordial Pollution", all the mixed breaths permeating inside the Giant Dome flowed through him without being contaminated.

He was still himself, keeping to his own rhythm... ravenously swallowing those breaths.

In Boss’s view, the blue and green breaths were Lin Yi’s main course, while other colored breaths were like dipping sauces, occasionally taking a sliver, and then harmlessly absorbing it into his body.

The whole process was handled by Lin Yi extremely smoothly, no different than a voracious Food Eater.

Boss then scanned through the rest of the Sports Students, ensuring everything was proceeding orderly, before finally turning her attention towards Song Rentou.

Song Rentou was still alive, only it had transformed into another form.

Tossed onto the playground, touched by the stream, it became slimy like playdough when wet, no longer able to "mold" itself back into human contours.

It somewhat resembled a metal liquid robot approaching magma, struggling and twisting, but all its efforts were futile against the speed of its own collapse.

The water-soaked Song Rentou seemed to have entered a different realm, unable to become a dry, hard sculpture exposed to sunlight like the Nocturnal species or sculptures, but started to become more and more mushy, like a fluid substance that doesn’t dissolve in water, continuously wriggling on the side...

"I must survive..."

"I will survive..."

"Today, I can leave the campus..."

"It’s just so close..."

"Just...just this class period..."

"No... I must survive... I definitely will survive..."

"Light... such a warm light..."

It kept wriggling, slowly moving closer to the shriveled Angry Angel Sculpture...

"Light..."

"Save, save me..."

It grasped at the air, like a dying person desperately clinging to the last straw.

However, the Angry Angel Sculpture remained completely unmoved—it couldn’t move at all.

Under the flicker of an old kerosene lamp, it seemed already "dead."

But, the mixed breaths in the air still flowed towards Song Rentou...

These breaths were indiscriminate; they were just food, and food is something to nibble on.

Song Rentou began frantically swallowing the breaths around it, vortex-like furiously absorbing them.

"Survive... survive..."

It kept muttering these words, recklessly devouring all kinds of mixed breaths.

Suddenly, its body trembled slightly, as if it heard some strange summons, confusedly raising its head, like a dog initially bowing down gnawing on a bone, hearing some unfamiliar noise, then looking up.

Its eyes were filled with frantic and struggling brilliance, but this expression still retained a bit of "humanity," yet such a human expression disappeared immediately after it smelled those mixed breaths.

Its eyes were left only with the madness, greed, desire, and bloodthirst exploding under the intense will to survive.

However, just as it bowed its head again to lick those breaths, that eerie sensation reappeared.

It blankly raised its head again, but still found nothing.

So, it lowered its head to chew again, yet it quickly raised its head again...

Such actions looked very bizarre to others, but only it knew that it was now enveloped by something named "fear"...

Its ears were filled with strange low chants, noisy like a combination of Big Electro Temple’s Cyber Scripture and some soul-reclaiming chant, humming and chattering with some flute-like sounds, continuously attacking its cognition.

It struggled in the streaming water, kept rolling in front of the Angry Angel Sculpture, its body continuously melting, its flesh peeling off like rotten mud, revealing its pale bones...

It began to feel fear, and fear was the last remaining primal emotion it had left.