Chapter 470: Class 18, Group C, and... a Ballad
Even if Zhang Lingzhen were truly attracted, he wouldn't sacrifice Tian Bufan's exploration time to launch an assault on her.
However, one thing beyond consideration was that Zhang Lingzhen actually mutated!
Just like that, so delicate and charming, she became an 'Ashen Apostle' carrying the will of the 'Burial Body'.
Moreover, according to the flashback片段, Zhang Lingzhen seemed to have clashed head-on with Ashen Apostle · Fireman.
He didn't see Ashen Apostle · Fireman, which meant that the current Zhang Lingzhen was at least at that level...
"This..." Lin Yi smacked his lips, "No wonder everyone in the novels wants to enter the demonic path. The speed of improvement it brings, ignoring foundation and future, is really fast!"
Moreover, the 'Burial Body' is truly generous...
It seems its ambition is great.
Lin Yi's heart sank slightly.
On the main body side, he had already begun to consider whether or not to send the bone spur up...
Just then, Tian Bufan's reminder echoed in his mind like a resounding bell:
Before acting, let me emphasize one last time: you use the 'Puppet' to attract hatred towards Building C, while I act according to the situation... Do as much as you can, but no matter what happens to the 'Puppet', no matter what situation it encounters, the main body must not go there, understand?
"No matter what happens, no matter what situation it encounters, the main body must not go there!"
"Damn..." Lin Yi took a deep breath of cold air. Could this also be within his expectations?!
"I told Young Master Tian about this matter. With his intelligence, he must have thought of this aspect, so he deliberately didn't remind me to bring the bone spur..."
"It seems that the option of sending the bone spur is ruled out for now... This mission does not include the side quest of 'dealing with Zhang Lingzhen'."
He pondered secretly.
Just then, the Zhang Lingzhen in Lin Yi's perception began to move.
Like a somewhat mechanical puppet, it wobbled up from the ground, put down what it was eating, and a pair of light golden eyes seemed to cross space and land on Lin Yi, no, A'Gui.
The next moment, the corners of Zhang Lingzhen's lips curled into a bewitching smile.
Its lips moved slightly, as if made of glutinous rice. From the way its mouth moved, Lin Yi pieced together four words:
"Thief... Should die..."
【Thief】, 【Should die】.
Lin Yi's scalp went numb. He finally knew the true source of that peeping sensation!
Not Zhang Lingzhen, but the 'Burial Body'!
He used the 'Burial Body's' roots to construct this puppet, appearing in front of Zhang Lingzhen, who carried the 'Burial Body'. Wasn't this a kind of NTR in person?
So the 'Burial Body' also gets angry and furious, Lin Yi thought. Oh no, perhaps not anger, but... feeling insulted?
《What level are you, to be worthy of using the same material as me?》
《Damn it!》
As soon as Zhang Lingzhen moved, scorching flames surged around it, and compared to that Ashen Apostle · Fireman, this flame seemed even more refined.
As expected of the 'Burial Body's' mount, it's simply ridden to the extreme!
Lin Yi suddenly thought with a wicked taste, Shan Nan's 'mount' 'Ashen Apostle · Fireman', the 'Burial Body's' 'mount' 'Ashen Apostle · Zhang Lingzhen', and his 'mount' 'Ashen Apostle · A'Gui', among these three mounts, Shan Nan's is the lowest level.
After all, using Pseudo-Human Sculpture as material, its "origin" alone is a level below them, and the "driving" of "Ashen Apostle · Fireman" is also entirely based on physical instinct... Its level is naturally not good.
"Wait!"
While marveling, Lin Yi suddenly realized something—Zhang Lingzhen seemed to be heading towards him?
"Hiss... Is it coming over so delicately?" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. It's locked onto my location?
He suddenly remembered that the transcendent creatures in the school district all had a most basic logic—【I see you】: once you stare at something, you will be noticed in return.
And locking on...? Searching for enemies in the void!
One of the characteristics of Pseudo-Human Sculptures, Nightwalkers, also seemed to have this logic!
But precisely because they all have it, he easily forgets it over time.
Firstly, the more you get used to something, the more you will subconsciously ignore it.
Just as Zhang Lingzhen set off, in a certain corner of Building B, also a teaching building, the Fireman, who was constantly absorbing the ashes falling from the air, also seemed to sense something and murmured: "It moved... I should move too..."
If you look closely, you will find that the Fireman's body is not complete at this moment. There is a huge gap in its hand, as if a piece has been gnawed off by some kind of beast.
In the place where the gap is located, there is even a lava-like viscous substance flowing, dripping from time to time.
When the liquid drips, the transcendent characteristics in it quickly disappear as if evaporating. When it drips on the ground, it quickly solidifies, turning into a small pile of white poop the size of a coin.
...
May 10, X023, 13:33, 8th floor of Building C.
The closer to the upper floors, the more dense the fog in the environment. Sparse ash residue, like goose feathers, floats in the dim sky. These things do not exist in the lower areas. Despite this, it has not caused much impact on A'Gui's actions.
The factor that really affects A'Gui's actions is actually... some kind of singing.
This kind of singing sounds like the sound released by a broadcasting system that doesn't exist in the teaching building at all. It is very light and soft, just like when switching maps in a game, BGM starts to appear in the background. As soon as he stepped on the corridor in front of the classroom, that kind of sound began to appear.
This will definitely not be a broadcasting system. It can only be an ancient and heretical song floating from the layers.
The distance from the stairwell to Class 18, Group C, is very close, and Lin Yi controlled A'Gui to arrive effortlessly.
Whether it was because of the pulling of the mucus in the stairwell, or because of the environment, A'Gui's physical functions obviously improved a lot here, and there was no sense of blurriness or lag in his actions.
But that kind of heretical singing seemed to have some kind of magic, making Lin Yi feel that the ashes in A'Gui's body were uncontrollably restless.
He had once heard songs from the depths of the sea, distant like the singing of sirens, intermittent and ethereal, eventually reaching his ears.
But the sound here was continuous, gentle, as if it had always been there, only to be faintly captured by Lin Yi at this moment.
The door of Class 18, Group C, was closed, but Lin Yi felt that the singing seemed to be coming from inside the classroom…
He manipulated A'Gui's hand to grasp the doorknob, and then gently pressed it down.
"Click!"
The doorknob was pressed down.
Then he pushed.
"Creak—"
The classroom door was pushed open, the door's attribute seemingly unable to stop Lin Yi, who possessed A'Gui.
The moment the door opened, the singing did indeed become a bit louder, but it was still not loud enough.
Lin Yi did not hesitate, pushed the door open and entered, then closed the door.
He knew that Zhang Lingzhen was in a similar situation to him and could definitely push open this door.
And what he had to do was to accumulate a large wave of power here, and then, when Zhang Lingzhen arrived, detonate the ashes he had accumulated.
But now, he seemed to be encountering a brand new situation…
The source of that singing… seemed to be right here!
Right here in Class 18, Group C!
Inside the classroom of Class 18, Group C, the state of disrepair was the same as the other lecture halls. Bookshelves were tilted and askew, the podium was covered in dust, and the folding desks and chairs on the steps were also old and dilapidated.
Lin Yi frowned slightly—of course, there was no change in A'Gui's expression.
A'Gui stood there like a stone, like a simpleton admiring a butterfly resting in front of him.
"I understand…" Lin Yi thought of how this classroom had been attacked during the Gray Mist invasion, and the window glass at the back had been shattered!
His perception swept out, and he did indeed capture the wind escaping from the back of the classroom, but the wind seemed to be not very strong.
At least, not as strong as in other places.
But as his perception spread, he found that the closer he got to the back of the classroom, the denser the grid-like lines that should have been evenly distributed in the space became. This phenomenon was like the "gravity" in physics.
The space and layers over there… seemed to have some kind of distortion!
Go over and take a look? An idea popped into Lin Yi's mind.
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In the dark, he felt that this was something Young Master Tian wanted him to come into contact with…
"Young Master Tian had been here and retreated unscathed… I should be able to do it too, right?"
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly made a decision.
"Forget it… I'll do what I'm supposed to do first, and then go over there and take a look."
He never forgot why he came here in the first place.
Young Master Tian being able to retreat unscathed did not mean that he could also retreat unscathed. What if he stepped into a trap and died after getting close? It would be a small matter if this puppet was damaged, but it would be a real problem if Young Master Tian was implicated.
So he came to the center of the lecture hall and began to absorb all the remaining transcendent substances in the classroom like a vortex.
He wanted to detonate the ashes, but he couldn't just detonate the ashes. The more transcendent substances there were, the more effective it would naturally be.
While absorbing transcendent substances, he tried to spread his perception, wanting to obtain as much information as possible about the abandoned classrooms.
Suddenly, he noticed some spiritual crystalline substances on the steps of the classroom, like salt precipitated from seawater, but after a careful sensing, he found that it was not salt, but… ashes!
Like ash crystals collected by fanatical believers at the cost of their lives, ground into fine sand.
This is pure ash. What the Russian likely stepped on was this kind of ash… This guess popped up in Lin Yi's mind.
And such a concentration… perhaps it came in from the cracked window, and then was gradually precipitated and finally fell onto the steps?
Dead objects will not be ignited by ashes, but can instead carry ashes.
Of course, this "carrying" sounds good, but to put it bluntly, it's just being inflexible and sticking to the old ways.
His perception continued to extend, and when it was about to touch the ceiling, a subtle sound suddenly entered Lin Yi's ears…
"Rattling—rattling—"
It was the sound of iron chains swaying in the wind…
"This sound… is it them?"
As if to confirm Lin Yi's reaction, ethereal giggling sounds began to come from the ceiling.
Those broken sculptures that were entangled in iron chains and hung upside down on the ceiling gradually replaced the abandoned incandescent lights in the twisted layers and appeared in Lin Yi's perception.
【Lin Yi is here…】
【He's here…】
【Hahahaha…】
Even though it was A'Gui, those broken sculptures seemed to have piercing eyes, and they called Lin Yi's name as soon as they appeared.
"Why can I still be recognized?"
"Is it a coincidence?! Or is it because of… 'me'?"
Before this, no matter how many times Lin Yi heard the calls, he didn't feel any fear, but this time, it made him doubt the established facts.
If it wasn't for his perception being captured in reverse, thus confirming his identity, then the only explanation was—that countless broken sculptures stuck in the twisted layers could only be sensed by him!
The moment this guess arose, Lin Yi felt as if he had been thrown into the cold sea, chilled from head to toe…
【Take us away!】
【Take us away!】
【The time has come… you said so!】
【You have arrived as promised…】
One after another, the broken sculptures clamored, their hideous faces filled with eerie smiles. Countless voices, near and far, merged together, like some kind of evil bewitchment.
At this time, that distant singing suddenly became a bit louder, and it actually intertwined with the calls of the broken puppets.
It was unknown which broken puppet started first, humming in a heretical and lengthy tone, accompanied by that distant singing…
【'Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi… where are you going…'】
Immediately afterwards, some broken sculptures were stunned for a moment, but some quickly reacted and began to hum along…
【'Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi… where are you going to escape…'】
Gradually, all the broken sculptures began to sing together:
【'Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi… where are you going…'】
【'Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi… where can you go…'】
【'Come back, come back…'】
【'I am waiting for you in the barrenness…'】
【'You know my body and name…'】
【'You know my power and authority…'】
【'Lin Yi ah… Lin Yi…'】
【'Fate is like a ring made of Ouroboros… going around and around back to the beginning…'】
【'Lin Yi ah… Lin Yi…'】
【'When the Black Moon withers…'】
【'Sing my name aloud…'】
【'Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi…'】
【'Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi…'】
【… …】
