AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 763 - 351: Candlestick Sculpture on the Stone Bridge (Extra 2500 words)_4

Chapter 763: Chapter 351: Candlestick Sculpture on the Stone Bridge (Extra 2500 words)_4

"This is just a simple example. There are many more complex factors that I cannot explain clearly to you... But at least now you should understand the strategic positioning of the Art Building, right?"

"I... somewhat understand." Lin Yi pondered thoughtfully.

He thought of the Gymnasium’s appearance in the Layers, like a great sword thrust into the endless black clouds forming The City Wall, with an endless black tide surging at its base... Could that water be the layer seeping through?

"Defensive Ramparts of the City Wall", is that what it means?

Carrying some heavy thoughts, Lin Yi and Old Mo traversed the Stone Bridge amidst the storm swirling with Grey Mist, arriving at the huge arch-shaped stone gate on the other side.

Passing through the archway, Lin Yi looked up and saw the mysterious inscriptions carved on the arch that resembled cuneiform script.

Behind the archway, the shadows of the religiously colored glass windows of the Art Building, cast by the amber candlelight, projected onto the area in front of the stone gate, appearing like some ancient, eerie, and mysterious old totem.

This ancient totem, carrying a certain special Breath, once blocked the aberrant weather from invading the castle. However, at this time, their characteristics seemed extremely weak, no longer sufficient to effectively intercept the storm and Grey Mist.

"Shasha... Shasha..."

The tide-like Purebred Nightwalkers followed them at a distance, closely trailing behind them, while the Sneering Angels lowered their flying height, each floating like Wraiths out there.

After Lin Yi and Old Mo crossed the archway, the Sneering Angels and Purebred Nightwalkers surged forward and entered the Art Building after them.

Passing through the archway, they found a dimly lit, quiet corridor. The storm did not follow them, but the howling wind incessantly poured into the corridor, soaking Lin Yi’s body wet, rapidly whisking away his body heat wherever the wind touched.

The wind also caused the candles in the corridor to flicker violently, and some curtains were fiercely lifted, producing a fluttering sound, merging with the swift wind, making the entire corridor feel as if it was about to collapse.

Walking through such a corridor was like traversing the passage of a colossal ship sailing at sea.

Sensing the relentless Sneering Angels and Nightwalkers behind him, Lin Yi lowered his voice and exclaimed: "Old Mo, they’ve followed us in!"

"I know," Old Mo replied, "It doesn’t matter... For the Art Building, the bigger the debt, the less the worry."

What a saying, ’the bigger the debt, the less the worry’, Lin Yi’s mouth twitched viciously, thinking that if the Art Building had a soul, it would surely give Old Mo a thumbs-up and rate him a six.

However, Old Mo proved his words with actions; he unexpectedly raised the Big Eyeball, and the range of brightness instantly slashed out like an invisible blade. Some Purebred Nightwalkers hiding in the dark corners of the corridor, hit by the light, their sharp pale nails instantly sizzled like acid was poured on them, and they let out a shriek, curling back into the deeper darkness.

"These things, I disdain to slaughter," Old Mo said coldly.

Lin Yi nodded, knowing Old Mo was boasting, as for Old Mo, killing them was a waste of time that could be better spent on speeding their journey.

The corridor was very spacious, but there was almost no candlelight, making it an ideal hiding place for Purebred Nightwalkers, and if lucky, they might even prey on some careless Art Students.

However, the string of Big Eyeballs in Old Mo’s hand turned into a torch in the darkness, lighting up a large area.

Although Lin Yi had already come here with Mao Feiyang, witnessing it in person always gave a different, sensory, real feedback.

The corridor wasn’t made up of much wood; it was mostly constructed from large yellow-brown stones, hence the stone walls were not smooth but somewhat pitted, giving off a soul-chilling coldness especially at such times.

Walking through the corridor for a long time, Lin Yi gradually developed a creepy feeling, as if some unseen entity was lurking in a dark corner of this windy and empty corridor.

And he was quite sure that these entities were neither Nightwalkers nor Sneering Angels!

As this thought struck him, a sensation of being watched uncomfortably settled on him, making his skin crawl.