AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 786 - 361: Found the Target (Asking for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)_2

Chapter 786: Chapter 361: Found the Target (Asking for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)_2

"Oh?" Old Mo looked over in real time, then immediately his old face turned dark. Damn it, it was too far away; he couldn’t see clearly...

This kid... his "vision" is that good too?

He glanced at Lin Yi, then realized that this might not be "vision," but a kind of "perception".

Once perceived, it was also "seen".

Heart’s Eye, perhaps...?

"Rare opportunity, go and see if it can be used."

Saying this, Old Mo started trotting up the steps and reached the place Lin Yi had pointed out in just a few strides.

There’s a very strange phenomenon in the staircase area of the Bell Tower: if you look around as you ascend, you’ll notice some lifelike murals on the walls amidst the moss.

But if you don’t look carefully, you would instead feel that the walls are covered with some three-dimensional Sneering Angels. Between paying attention and not, the wall’s Sneering Angels convey a kind of eerie presence as if "existing in that space".

If you feel it is a painting, you’ll discover it’s not; but if you think it’s not a painting, then it turns out to be a painting.

If an Art Student or someone else who wandered in here not being careful, they could easily become confused in cognition, allowing the Sneering Angels to use the reverse anchoring to break free from the layers of the painting.

This is what Mu Daxian meant by not being attracted by the Sneering Angels.

And for Lin Yi, this issue was completely not a problem, as one only needs to have a certain recognition of the layers and overwriting to understand the concept of "Angels trapped in paintings".

Old Mo observed this "painting", which depicted a Sneering Angel with its face covered as though crying. The pale hands seemed to be moving away from in front of it, frozen in that moment by the painting.

In its hands, there hung a petrified hourglass with the bottom filled with a conical pile of sand, which was also entirely turned to stone.

"This... could work at a push, but it’s not the right fit." Old Mo pondered for a moment, then shook his head in the end.

Lin Yi caught up and asked in confusion: "Not the right fit? But if it could work at a push, shouldn’t we just take it for now?"

"There should be something more suitable." Old Mo mused, "The hourglass is a backup option, and this one... is the worst of the backup options."

"Ah... seems there’s a lot to learn about hourglasses..." Lin Yi nodded earnestly. Initially when Old Mo said an hourglass could work as a last resort, he thought any hourglass would do.

Old Mo explained: "An hourglass can work, but not every hourglass is suitable. Bamboo shoots are delicious, but nobody chews on bamboo."

"You mean... this hourglass is too ’old’?"

Old Mo nodded and didn’t take another glance at the Sneering Angel, continuing his way upstairs.

"The hourglass in the hands of the Sneering Angel is something that became petrified over time after an ancient lamp was enveloped by Supernatural Power. Did you notice the sand inside the hourglass?"

"Yeah."

"It’s like the wick of an old kerosene lamp. If the sand is still falling, it means the lamp’s power isn’t completely depleted. But that hourglass won’t work; it has run out of oil and the light is out."

"That kind of lamp could perhaps be fixed in the Cafeteria and used again, but here I can’t do anything with it."

"If the wick isn’t extinguished, adding oil could extend its life, but if there’s no wick left, reigniting it would take a lot of effort."

Lin Yi understood, and no longer questioned Old Mo’s decision.

The two of them continued to ascend in the fog zone, with a Sneering Angel appearing at nearly every interval. These Sneering Angels were mostly trapped within the murals on the walls.

The rain seeping through the wall’s crevices twisted and flowed downwards. However, when it ran down the walls, passing by the mural-imprisoned Sneering Angels, slight distortions occurred.

As Lin Yi walked a distance, he suddenly experienced a peculiar induction, which made him instinctively look back at the stretch of the staircase he had already traversed.

With this glance, he felt a chill rush to the crown of his head, causing his body to shiver subconsciously.

All along the spiral staircase they had passed, arm after arm stretched out in a grabbing manner, like hands struggling to escape from prison cells, reaching into the passageway’s air. All these arms were fixed into some form but when he blinked, the originally immobile image solidified into another painting.

"The Sneering Angel seems to have broken through the painting’s seal! Could it be because of me? Have I become the principal culprit they anchor on to escape?!"

Just at that moment, Old Mo ahead seemed to also realize something and frowned, "Huh... The effect of the painting appears to be weakening!"

"Old Mo, it’s all because of me..." Lin Yi felt somewhat guilty.

"Because of you my ass!" Old Mo waved his hand to interrupt, "Stop indiscriminately taking the blame for everything."

"As long as you don’t make any fundamental mistakes, they definitely can’t use you to escape."

"The painting becoming ineffective is mostly because Mu Daxian, the ’original creator’, probably can’t hold on much longer..."

"Once he dies completely, things overwritten by his supernatural power will gradually dissipate."

"We don’t have much time, let’s go!"

Old Mo quickened his pace, rushing towards the endless Fibonacci sequence staircase above.

Lin Yi really wanted to ask if they were just going to charge forward recklessly without any technique, but seeing Old Mo’s decisiveness, he too followed without hesitation.

They hadn’t walked long when a faint light suddenly appeared in the depths of the fog zone, seemingly some kind of exit.

And that sinking bell sound also seemed to become a bit clearer.

The whistling wind sounded as though it was circling right there.

"We’re almost there!" Old Mo said, certain that the exit was just ahead.

Lin Yi’s expression became much more serious in an instant.

Just as they were about to approach the exit, a figure appeared in their line of sight.

That was an Art Student, wearing a dark green cloak with a fierce expression, with half of his body embedded into the wall, like a statue.

And in that wall was a Sneering Angel.

The Sneering Angel was being pressed by the Art Student’s hand, struggling to come out, but the Art Student was nailing it down into the painting like a steel spike.

"What’s going on there?" asked Lin Yi, surprised.

"That must have been an Art Student who once came here and has already sacrificed himself," Old Mo said.

"Not everyone has the kind of abilities Mu Daxian has, so once they encounter a Sneering Angel, they often need to pay with their life to trap it within the painting."

"Eh, this Sneering Angel..." Old Mo seemed to notice something, his eyes suddenly ignited with a golden flame, "Sure enough, it’s an Angel with a lantern."

He glanced at the exit that was within arm’s reach, silently hesitated for a few breaths, then took a deep breath and reached out towards the painting.

Despite the urgency on Mu Daxian’s side, if they missed this Sneering Angel, they might really not find another suitable one.

But just as he touched the painting, the Art Student who was supposed to have "sacrificed" himself suddenly seemed to come to life, his dimmed eyes abruptly bursting with brilliant light, like the most dazzling fireworks in the night sky.

"Don’t even think about releasing the Sneering Angel!"

The Art Student roared, and his originally frozen figure suddenly came alive; following that, the surrounding environment twisted abruptly, as if space was being stretched, and some kind of magical domain appeared to be constructed.

"It’s a prison trap!" Lin Yi exclaimed in shock, and in just the blink of an eye, he unknowingly fell into the Art Student’s overwritten domain.

Old Mo sighed, his domain unfolded, directly tearing apart the Art Student’s tactic with an overpowering force, he flicked aside the Art Student.

"Rest in peace."

A terrifying suction instantly fell upon the Art Student, draining him into dust.