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"The unique candlestick from the art building... how did it appear here?!"

"Wait, there was clearly nothing on the wall just now. When did this candlestick pop up?"

The candlelight flickered eerily, moving without wind, swaying like a clown's smile. Within the flames, it seemed as if something sinister was smiling at him.

Just as Lin Yi solidified his perception, the candlestick immediately became illusory again. At the same time, the flames on the candlestick swayed for no reason, and his vision flickered rapidly along with it.

The rhythm of the flickering was perfectly synchronized with the frequency of the candlelight's sway!

And the scene he saw also underwent some extraordinary changes.

He saw the white paint on the stairwell suddenly turn into ancient yellow-brown stone blocks, only to return to normal in the next moment.

He saw the candlestick appearing and disappearing intermittently. Each time the candlestick disappeared, the stairwell "returned" to its normal state. But when the candlestick materialized, the stairwell turned into a space constructed from those yellow-brown stone blocks.

He seemed to see people crowding each other in the stairwell, moving little by little, yet he couldn't see them clearly.

Suddenly, he felt something pushing him to walk up the stairs, and some urgent urging voices seemed to ring around him:

"Hey, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and move!"

Another voice followed, "Xiao Mao, what's wrong with you?"

"Wait! Xiao Mao...?" Lin Yi's heart trembled, and all the muscles in his body suddenly tensed.

He abruptly looked at the candlestick at the corner of the stairwell, only to see that the candlestick had become an incredibly real existence, and even the entire stairwell had turned into a passage made of yellow-brown stone blocks.

Immediately afterward, he felt like he was falling from the clouds in a dream. Although he was standing on the steps, he didn't know why he still felt a heavy, grounded sensation.

At the same time, a series of busy figures began to appear in his vision. These people were all wearing green school uniforms similar to wizard robes, clearly all art students. At this moment, these art students were walking upward in the stairwell, which seemed very large in space, but was actually already overcrowded.

"Move!"

A voice came, and Lin Yi felt a heavy push, followed by some malicious voices: "If you want to die, don't drag others down with you!"

"Hey! What are you saying?!" Another person next to [Lin Yi] seemed to be speaking up for him, grabbing the chest of the person with the unfriendly tone and lifting him up, "We're all classmates, is it necessary to say such things?"

"I... I..." The arrogance of the person who was clamoring instantly subsided.

Lin Yi then looked at the person next to him. At this time, Mu Daxian was nowhere to be seen. The crowded stairwell was full of people, and the entire flow of people seemed to be surging towards a certain exit above the stairwell.

"Are you okay, Xiao Mao?" the person next to him asked.

"I... I'm fine." Lin Yi subconsciously wanted to speak, and Mao Feiyang's voice appeared in his mouth.

"Did I take over someone else's body?" After answering, Lin Yi's heart was both shocked and apprehensive, with a sense of bewilderment, and a feeling of "I'm Maozi, I'm in the art building, but what am I supposed to do now."

However, despite the confusion, he knew that he should go with the flow at this time, so he started following the crowd upward.

The art student next to him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Mao. Since Brother Xian has ordered it, I, Yan Jinming, will definitely take you there."

Lin Yi knew the principle of not talking nonsense if he didn't know how to speak, so he closed his mouth and nodded, silently following the crowd.

But at this moment, he found that "he" cautiously said: "Okay... Brother Yan."

"Huh?" Lin Yi was slightly stunned, and immediately realized that he had not taken over someone else's body, but had gained Maozi's perspective for some unknown reason. The sentence "I'm fine" just now was because his subconscious reaction was synchronized with Maozi's reaction.

The feeling of this perspective appearing was different from the previous world interaction. Instead, it was very similar to when he was dreaming.

He tried to recall it...

After midnight, Maozi and Mu Daxian returned to the art building, and then the art teacher covered for them, and then there was no then...

And just as he began to recall, he gradually found that his "sense of immersion" in the surrounding environment began to fade.

He began to feel a light, floating sensation, and the candlestick and the crowd in front of him seemed to become more illusory.

He quickly interrupted the memory, which stabilized the sense of immersion again.

"It seems that I can exit this state at any time!"

He suddenly became a little excited, but because he didn't know if he could come back after exiting this perspective, he decided to observe it since he was already here...

Mao Feiyang began to move with the crowd, and Lin Yi took the opportunity to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

This staircase was like a winding serpent, spiraling upward from the depths of the earth, all the way to the dark dome that was too high to climb.

The wide and majestic steps were now full of art students, surrounded by heavy and cold yellow-brown stone blocks, which had stood firm as ever, not knowing how many years of baptism they had endured.

On the walls, ancient candlesticks carved with delicate patterns hung quietly, the candlelight swaying, the candle tears mottled, like ice crystals hanging down some sharp points, looking a bit eerie.

The swaying pearly light projected the shadows of the art students scurrying about onto the walls, distorted like loaches scurrying around in boiling water. The feeling of this intertwined light and shadow combined with the boiling voices made people feel as if they had traveled back to a chaotic era in ancient times.

What can be confirmed is that this is a passage inside the art building castle, not an area near the lookout tower. As for whether it is a passage in the tower, Lin Yi couldn't make a judgment.

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

Unfortunately, Lin Yi looked around the surroundings several times, but he didn't find any device that could display the time.

The pendulum clocks that were common in the school district could not be seen here at all.

As the sense of immersion deepened, Lin Yi began to acquire Mao Feiyang's perception of the surrounding environment. He began to feel the fierce wind swirling and surging in the dark space above his head, accompanied by some shrill screams, like a hurricane tearing a nylon ribbon.

Along with the strengthening of hearing, he began to capture some fragmented sounds from the walls, like the sound of sharp fingernails scraping hard and continuously on the back of the wall, and not just one, but countless...

However, regardless of the length, width, or height of the building materials of this wall, or the feeling this castle gave people, a conservative estimate would put its thickness at least half a meter. What kind of fingernails could penetrate that kind of bone-aching, scalp-numbing sound through the wall?

Gradually, Lin Yi's sense of touch and feedback on the vibrations of the surrounding environment also began to become sensitive...

Theoretically speaking, this kind of ancient European-style castle has extraordinary load-bearing capacity for trampling, and will not produce the "rumbling" low-pitched vibration like stairs made of other materials, but now he felt it.

It wasn't just from the surrounding crowd of art students, but also from other unknown areas.

"Hulululu—Hulululu—"

The wind howled overhead, and the vibrations in the surrounding walls would occasionally become more rapid and then gradually calm down, as if being hit by waves of the sea.

Each violent tremor caused some art students to cry out in fear, while older students responsible for maintaining order would reprimand them in low but intensely oppressive voices: "Silence!"

"Silence!!"

"Don't be afraid!"

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

"Keep moving!"

"Slow down if you need to, but don't spread fear!!"

"We're almost there!"

"Move!"

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Several senior art students began to break away from the crowd, standing to the side to direct.

"Keep up!"

"Steady now!"

"If you feel tired, step aside and rest for a bit!"

"Don't trample, don't be afraid!"

… …

"Xiaomao, how are you doing? If you need to rest, we can take a break," Yan Jinming glanced at Mao Feiyang, thinking for a moment before adding, "But… we'd better wait until we get there to rest."

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

"That's good, let's hurry!" Seeing this, Yan Jinming stopped pretending and whispered, "Saying to walk slowly is just to appease people. If we can walk faster, we shouldn't delay. This place… is ultimately not safe."

Hearing this, Mao Feiyang's expression tightened, and he quickened his pace in silence.

As they continued to climb, the scraping sound that permeated the walls grew louder and more chilling. Terrible thunder rumbled outside the walls from time to time, and swirling moisture began to pour down from the dark void above, carried by the wind.

This moisture felt somewhat damp and sticky, unlike ordinary water vapor, more like…

The unique dampness of a beach!

Thinking back to the feeling of waves crashing over them from time to time, Lin Yi felt that the "feeling" just now might not have been just a feeling at all, but that they were actually in a wall passage being hit by waves!

They were constantly walking upwards along the stairs in such a passage. Outside the walls was a terrifying storm, a huge storm sweeping up waves that constantly crashed against the walls. On the outside of the walls, there might even be countless Pureblood Nightwalkers clinging.

Those Pureblood Nightwalkers were born from the black waves crashing on the reefs, flowing through the muddy swamps that had buried countless rotten fish and shrimp, and then rushing onto the steep cliffs…

Night Watchers might be able to guard a cliff, but they were not gods. Faced with the tide-like surge of Pureblood Nightwalkers, guarding an area might already be the limit, while other areas of the Art Building castle might have already fallen into the pollution of the Pureblood Nightwalkers!

However, Lin Yi still couldn't imagine where Mao Feiyang was, which area of the Art Building would encounter such terrifying waves?

His heart couldn't help but waver for a moment, and an absurd and bizarre thought suddenly crept into his mind—"Could it be that some kind of strange change has also occurred in this space in the Art Building?"

Just like when the bed flipped 180 degrees when staying overnight in the dormitory, they now seemed to be walking upwards along the stairs, but in reality, the entire passage had already been flipped?

The direction of gravity was distorted, and they were now actually walking on a twisted staircase that defied the laws of physics, seemingly spiraling upwards, but actually walking downwards. Otherwise, what kind of waves could sweep over this castle built on a cliff?

Unless… the waves had already submerged part of the castle?

But then again… the dark hole above this stairwell passage really looked like an endless abyss. It was just a pity that in this staircase where even time could not be judged, the loss of space seemed to have become the norm.

This made Lin Yi feel anxious about Mao Feiyang's current situation. The Art Building… seemed to be really in imminent danger!

Suddenly, a terrifying thunderclap seemed to tear through the dark sky.

"Boom—Crack—"

A loud noise guided the lightning to strike Lin Yi and Mao Feiyang's hearts. At this moment, the two's visions were synchronized on a certain "frequency", and the brilliant golden light like molten gold flowed deep within Lin Yi and Mao Feiyang's eyes. In this instant, the entire world once again turned into a primitive and pure black-and-white exposed negative…

His vision seemed to see through every line of the giant stone walls, and outside these intricate lines were countless twisted outlines. These were the outlines of Pureblood Nightwalkers—Lin Yi had seen those rubbery Pureblood Nightwalkers in the stairwell of the teaching building that exceeded the load of the A-San bread truck. At this moment, their lines were more like "people" than in the stairwell, but they still had not escaped the ranks of "crawlers."

Their limbs were sharp, their bodies were soft, like humanoid octopuses or spiders with some limbs turned into blades, densely crawling or sliding on the outer walls of the city. The strange shapes were full of chilling details, and just seeing the outlines made Lin Yi feel an unbearable sense of nausea and revulsion.

And outside the outlines of the Pureblood Nightwalkers, Lin Yi also saw something even more terrifying…

Grinning Angels!

A large number of Grinning Angels floated like phantoms in the dim, indistinguishable day and night, eerie sky. Some held hourglasses, some had empty hands, like swarms of dragonflies flying low before a rainstorm in a sultry summer, circling outside the walls…

Lin Yi also tried to observe the architectural lines of the Art Building through this black-and-white exposed picture-like vision in order to judge Mao Zi's approximate location, but before he could find those lines, a Grinning Angel appeared very abruptly in front of him, only a wall away from him!

A large number of Grinning Angels seemed to sense something, and they all turned their directions, looking towards the location where Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang) was. The smiles on the corners of their mouths began to widen, their eyebrows curved but their pupils were absent, like a group of fish staring with dead fish eyes in a pond, discovering the food thrown into the water by tourists, vying to rush over!

[lyset… …]

[… …lyset… …]

Through the wall, Lin Yi could clearly hear the hoarse calls mixed with the sound of the wind entering his ears.

"Boom!"

The stairwell shook violently, as if it had been hit by a wave, and a Grinning Angel was knocked off the outer wall!

Inside the stairwell, the flame on the candlestick flickered violently. After dimming for a moment, it struggled to bloom again, much like an old man dragging his tired body to constantly maintain the barrier. Each time he guarded, he brought his dying old body closer to the grave.

Between the flickering candlelight, an invisible ripple seemed to affect Lin Yi's vision like the sound of flapping wings, like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly shattering Lin Yi's black-and-white exposed picture-like vision, pulling him back into the stairwell!

Yan Jinming's expression suddenly became serious. He couldn't care about the others, and focused on Mao Feiyang, protecting him by his side, and said in a low voice: "The situation is not good, let's go!"

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