AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 933 - 432 Group B Class 15, The Strange Art Female Teacher Reappears_2

Chapter 933: Chapter 432 Group B Class 15, The Strange Art Female Teacher Reappears_2

The goal he speculated might be to take him and Li Huiyuan to a certain place, to meet a certain person.

Or perhaps this goal could be extended more broadly—these zealots leave a fixed point, like a classroom, at regular intervals to patrol, catching people who, for various reasons, have entered here, and using methods to take them somewhere.

As long as these people are still bound for their destination, struggling a bit doesn’t seem to matter.

But if someone shows intent to escape, perhaps they’ll take coercive measures.

Lin Yi, through certain actions, almost definitively confirmed the accuracy of his speculation.

The good news is that for now he’s relatively safe; he has some time to extract either genuine or false information from the zealot.

The bad news is, the danger awaiting him and Li Huiyuan might be even more severe than anticipated.

Speaking of which, he was beginning to miss Old Mo—miss Old Mo’s blade, and also his deep professional expertise, the kind that could casually rub together a lightbulb in moments of disagreement.

"Where are you taking us?" Lin Yi asked.

"To find the teacher, as I said earlier... Uh, I mean... it’s just in the classroom ahead." The zealot, realizing his tone had unconsciously turned arrogant, rubbed his still flattened head, instantly shrinking back a bit.

Even the eerie grin at the corner of his mouth now carried an odd, clownish air of grievance.

"Then what?" Lin Yi pressed on.

"Then..." The zealot muttered, suddenly twisting like a wraith into the classroom. "The classroom is right here, got any more questions? You’ll find out inside..."

"Damn it..." Lin Yi cursed silently as he watched the zealot slip away, regretting he hadn’t gone harder earlier.

The classroom door up ahead wasn’t closed, and there was still a short distance between them. Lin Yi didn’t rush inside but instead surveyed the surroundings first.

The windowpane was riddled with cracks but hadn’t shattered, as though it had endured some heavy blows yet managed to hold together.

"Is this the true value of shatter-proof glass...?" Lin Yi had always felt the design of such glass had its theory, but it wasn’t until now that he fully understood.

Without the zealot lingering nearby, the mist around seemed to amass, with every step Lin Yi and Li Huiyuan took stirring up faint puffs of dust. The walls bore fine, twisted cracks as if something was trying to break free from within.

Upon reaching the classroom door, Lin Yi glanced at the nameplate—Group B, Class 15—before leading Li Huiyuan into the room.

As he stepped inside, he didn’t feel that portal-crossing sensation he had expected. He guessed this might be because the door was already open; had he turned the knob himself, the outcome could have been different.

The moment they entered, a nauseating stench of decay assaulted him, making him instinctively furrow his brow.

Simultaneously, a wave of cold, hostile stares seemed to rest heavily on his neck, as if poised to strike.

He didn’t proceed further but paused right at the entrance, tracing these unsettling gazes back to their sources...

The rough layout of the classroom quickly unfolded before his eyes.

The classroom was still structured like a tiered lecture hall, but the desks and chairs were in ruins, as if they had once been caught in a ferocious, horrifying battle.

Yet all of this had become history—the desks were thickly layered with dust, a testament to years, if not decades, of neglect. Scattered books and papers were yellowed and brittle, so frail they seemed to crumble with a mere touch.

The chalkboard bore faint remnants of chalk marks that hadn’t been fully erased. The crooked writing suggested there had once been an unfinished lesson here, which now seemed eerily distant and unsettling.

The classroom’s atmosphere could only be described as dim. There was no light source, only the gray-white mist pervading inside, similar in nature to the corridor outside. Though there was light beyond the windows, it was filtered through clouds as thick as a blanket. By the time it seeped into the classroom, only faint, scattered beams remained.

The center of the tiered classroom, however, was steeped in darkness. That area seemed like an abyss where one could scarcely see their own hand—a void of unparalleled shadow deeper than anything else in the room.

An inappropriate thought suddenly surfaced in Lin Yi’s mind. Was it because of prolonged exposure to Wei Liang’s influence? Perhaps he’d overindulged in evaluating erotic comics recently, but he couldn’t help likening the texture of this layered environment to stockings...

The outer area, wrapped in white mist, seemed akin to reality draped in sheer white hosiery. Heading deeper into the classroom, the stockings grew thicker—white turning gray, then black. By the time one reached the dark abyss in the center of the classroom, it felt as though the place had been encased in a pair of dense black tights, like the mask of a thief, leaving behind nothing save vague outlines.

And scattered throughout the tiered classroom were various zealots.

At first glance, all these zealots retained "human" forms, but their attire varied widely. Some wore slightly tattered, uniform green outfits typically associated with art students. Others donned casual clothing, while some had garments so ragged they were indistinguishable.

Had Lin Yi not changed into a uniform from the Teacher’s Office, his previous makeshift outfit might not have looked out of place here either.

In fact, at that point, he might very well have radiated the same zealot-like aura.

Currently, the zealots regarded him with intensely hostile gazes. Only a few lacked this hostility—and surprisingly, their attention seemed to come from that abyssal region shrouded as if in dense black hosiery. Wait—ahem, no—from the opaque black void at the center of the room.

Meanwhile, the zealot who had drifted in earlier now stood below the lectern, wearing his eerie grin as he eyed Lin Yi.

Beside him, the solitary lectern stood forlorn.

On its surface lay a worn globe, its colors peeling away and its longitude and latitude lines fading. In the misty haze, it seemed ready to crumble at any moment.

A female teacher sat atop the lectern.

"Wait a second! It’s her...?!"

Seeing the female teacher, Lin Yi’s pupils shrank sharply.

The woman sitting there wasn’t just anyone—it was the eerie art teacher who had welcomed the students on his first day!

Moreover, she was the one who had argued intensely with Mu Daxian in the classroom, only to lose a leg near the Stone Bridge, which Mu had hurled to feed the Nocturnal Species.

And... she had also appeared last night while Old Mo escorted Lin Yi toward the Art Building. She had stood on the Desolate Land before entering Return to Sea Tide!

As Lin Yi locked eyes with her, he noticed she was already staring back. He thought he could see traces of fading surprise within her gaze.

"Teacher, we caught two ’Lost Souls,’" the zealot said, rubbing his flattened head with a fawning tone directed at the eerie art teacher.

Her response was immediate. She stepped out from behind the lectern and brushed the zealot aside as though sweeping away a troublesome onion from a patch.

Then, with a crescent-eyed smile and a ghastly pallor tinged with an ominous hue, she fixed her softly glowing golden gaze on Lin Yi: "We meet again... student."